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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.

ToughMudder Before


ToughMudder After

Hopefully I’ll have some great stories and photos to share.

See you on the other side!

P.S.  This was post number 666. I hope that’s not a sign! o.O

Just 3 days until Tough Mudder Atlanta.

They published the course map today, which helped assuage my anxiety.  I’ve transitioned from being nervous to “let’s get this over with already.”  I’m certain it will revert back to the butterflies as we line up at the gate…

I’m continuing to train hard by consuming all my left-over Easter candy, dining out and ensuring I have at least one sugary drink a day.  In-between all that, I’ve found some time to upgrade from P90X to the P90X3 routine.

At the risk of sounding like a woman, I still need to figure out what to wear.  I don’t believe I own anything appropriate to wear for a shirt.  Cotton is completely out of the question and everything synthetic I own is too loose.  (I’m thinking the tighter, the better to keep muddy garments from flopping around.)  I’m also considering wearing some compression shorts to keep the mud out of my girly bits.  No sense in being any more uncomfortable than necessary.

Still undecided on wearing gloves or not.  Wear them and they *might* protect my hands from any debris when crawling through the mud or splinters when climbing the walls.  Or they might just fill up with mud and I toss them halfway into the course.  Who knows?

The shoes I’ve been exercising in I purchased with the purpose in mind that they wouldn’t survive Tough Mudder.  I bought them back on sale in December and they’re starting to break down on me, so I expect to leave them on the course.

Two of the guys on the team have arm or shoulder injuries that will prohibit them from doing 99.99999% of the course.  Since they’ve paid and Tough Mudder doesn’t offer refunds, they still plan on running the course and skipping the obstacles.  I say each of them should have to do the Arctic Enema at least twice.  That leaves at least 10 other participants on our team that should be able to drag my fat ass over the walls.

It all started sorta like this, “So i signed up for this event in April that sounds a lot like something you would do,” my best-friend from college (and coworker) tells me in a chat one afternoon.  “It’s this endurance race event thing that’s about 10 miles long and has a bunch of obstacles like in boot camp.  You should check it out,” he says.  I agree that does sound interesting and promise to look it up.

A couple days later I recall my promise and cruise over to the website where I spent approximately two minutes looking it over briefly before registering for the event.  I was busy at the time and simply wanted to check another item off my “to-do” list for the day.  And that may be the simplest (and dumbest) way anyone has signed up for “Probably the Toughest Event on the Planet.

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