Saturday evening I crossed the finish line at Tough Mudder Atlanta. I wasn’t carried by a team member or otherwise in the back of an ambulance as it exited the course for the nearest hospital. I finished, still standing, with enough strength and dexterity to hold my congratulatory beer and not spill it.
And while I can’t unequivocally say it is “probably the toughest event on the planet,” it certainly was tough and there was plenty of mud. I’d share my experience and reasons for singing up, but I don’t believe there’s enough interest for me to spend the time writing and editing such content. Instead, I’ll leave you with a before and after photo. Enjoy.