I Survive the Tough Mudder

But first, I went to St Louis for a work meeting, which was comprised completely of pediatric educators. So do you see the red bottle on the table in front of me? That would be a Budweiser which a pediatric neurologist brought in...and this was the very first meeting of the conference at noon, so it's not like it's the last day and this is an evening meeting....and would THAT even be okay? I was just stunned, but nobody said anything as far as I know.


Secondly, my sister went to Galena, IL for a visit and very kindly stopped in the LYS and bought me some yarn! This is a hand-painted mohair-wool mix - can't wait to pick out a sweater pattern for it! And did she buy me a vintage coat pattern too?


No - it's a notebook - how clever!!!


And so, on Saturday, we traveled to Milton, FL, for my first and Dean's and Drew's second Tough Mudder. They have funny signs.


So here I am all marked up and rarin' to go.


The boys had numbers written on their arms, but mine were covered with sleeves, so it had to go on my head.


And here's the after shot.


No action pics yet, though I'm hoping they'll post some eventually, and if you want to see what we did, just go to YouTube and google "2016 Florida Tough Mudder." People have started uploading their GoPro videos today, but I didn't want to share someone's personal video here without permission.

Let me just say that in 4 hours, I ran 10.5 miles, did 21 obstacles without backing down, and took 4-5 electrical shocks at the end. And obstacle-wise, I did require a leg-up to clear the 10 and 20-foot walls, but I did the "Liberator" wall that you climb using 2 pegs you put in holes all by myself! And I was a big girl and leaped off the 15-foot King of Swingers, even managing to grab the T-bar, until I lost my grip about halfway through the swing and fell into the water. Also I did the Arctic Enema icebath with no coaxing or whining. That's why I was so happy in this pic:


I highly recommend it - it's kind of like recess when you were a kid, if you grew up in the country surrounded by red clay and rednecks. It was totally fun and I didn't hate a single minute of it, though I did get a little tired climbing up sandy mountains in the glaring sun. They had plenty of hydration stations and bananas, and there was always more nice cool mud when you started getting hot.

Now today, I feel like I've been run over by a truck, and I have matching purple bruises over the backs of my legs from climbing over the walls, but doing that empowered me to hang up the blinds in Lucas's room instead of waiting for Dean to get home and do it. (Climbed up a 20-foot wall, I can CERTAINLY climb up a stupid ladder.) You go, girl!