TOUGH MUDDER

 “Tough Mudder is an endurance event series in which participants attempt 10-12 mileparticipants at

long military-style obstacle courses. Designed by British Special Forces to test mental as well as physical strength, obstacles often play on common human fears, such as fire, water, electricity and heights. The organizers encourage teamwork, and many obstacles are designed to be very difficult to complete alone. The events are untimed,and an average 78% of entrants successfully complete the course.

 

Weather forecast for Saturday 10/19/2013: 48 and rainy

The accuracy of words to describe this event is almost impossible. After a night of very broken sleep, I put my mudder motivation/prayers on my left arm, knowing at each mile I would have a new thought to push me, there were several times I scraped the mud off to see these thoughts and I knew I would finish.

I left my house at  8:30 to meet my running partner (Brad) in Wilder. He and I have been training, pushing, motivating one another toward this day since early this year. I have at times questioned if I would be in that 78% that completes the course. I knew going in that the running portion I could do, I can run 10 miles. The obstacles I told myself I would attempt, even if they posed a fear.

Artic Enema – well hello mile two, a plunge polar bear style into a vat of ice filled mud water, knowing I had about 10 seconds give or take to get my already frozen body in and out, shockingly cold, never have I felt anything like it, burning & breath stealing – but I did it and with help I did make it out and that chill wore off quickly

Boa Constrictor – a pair of corrugated pipes with a mud-water swim between was probably the hardest for me, it came in the second half and claustrophobia set in the minute my head ducked in, I gulped in fresh air in the swim and crawled my way up the slick pipe, being pulled out the last foot or two by Brad.

This course, as I am sure any of them, are not for the weak – mentally or physically, there was hiking, crawling, clawins…there was very little running, I would say not more that a mile stretch,  and this was because of the mud. Now, that may sound silly, it’s called “Tough Mudder” it should be muddy, but 3 days of rain prior to the event made it start out water logged. The progress was incredibly slow, physically demanding (think walking on ice uphill and down for miles). Shoes so laden with mud, and nothing to remove the mud with, not a tree that hadn’t already been grasped my mud covered hands hundreds of times, no grass that could assist in pulling some of it off so that maybe for a few steps you could use any kind of traction….and the rain, off and on throughout the day.

I am so very thankful and honored that I had a partner who pushed me, who made me want to finish, his bad ass did complete Everest (a half pipe one has to run up and pull themselves over – 20′ feet high – his badassery has no limit).

At mile nine, limping, on an injured foot I’ve been nursing for weeks but I wasn’t going to give up, or in, but I did have to listen to my body and be content with completing the course distance even though it meant bypassing several obstacles for fear of injuring myself more so. A woman watching as we passed her said “We’ve been out here rain and shine!” my response, “I call bullshit on that, I haven’t seen any shine!”

She then asked if I was hurt, I said “Yes ma’am” she asked if I needed a medic I said “No ma’am” there is no quit in me, I was not done.

Crossing the finish line, exhausted, starving, emotional, proud, sore…the ladies slipped the headband on my head, gave me my shirt, and commented that my pink bow (in honor of my girls and breast cancer awareness month) survived, I said “Of course it did”. Grabbing my free beer, Dos Equis (the worst beer I have ever had think church wine and cheap beer combined) we got our bag and pulled on our damp but warmer jackets. Standing in line for an hour to get the bus back , stripping down in a field to pull on long, dry, clean pants, cutting off shoes because the mud was so caked on there was no hope of untying them, sitting down a chore in itself.

 I have already been asked will I do it again? 

Yes – I deserve a dry day to attempt those obstacles I had to bypass.

Why?

Because officially I am a Tough Mudder.

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32 trips later & 10K

MEASUREMENTS for September Progress:

Bust   44″ now 41″

Rear 47″ now 41.75″

Waist  42″ now 35.75″

Arms  17″ now 14.25″

Thigh   29.5″ now 24″

Calves  20″ now18.75″

BMI  37   now 31.9

Pants  14/16 now 12/14

Shirt  XL now L

Total measurable loss   26.5″ and 32.4#

Miles ran: 56.83

 


Biggest Accomplishment: Well there are two really, I ran the Komen 10K on September 14 in 1:10:24 (official time). It was tough event, I have been nursing a case of plantar fasciitis, so my training has been limited to every other day (hence also not meeting my 80 mile per month goal). But I didn’t give up. It was thrilling to cross the finish line and my mother and uncle be there to congratulate myself and my friend who ran with me.

The second accomplishment came just yesterday so technically October, I ran 10 miles. It was tough but 6 months ago when I made my training schedule for the Tough Mudder I put that goal on the calendar; to prove to me that I could hit 10 miles. I went out purposefully at 1pm since my wave time is 12:40 next Saturday, I wanted the heat to be as similar as possible. I didn’t take enough water so miles 6-9 were tough, thanks to my angel who was standing outside and was kind enough to provide me some water to make it through that last mile. Miles 4-6 were very hard, almost all up hill, but when I re-entered my subdivision I knew I only had 1.5 miles to go that I wasn’t going to give up…when I finally made it home I was completely exhausted, soaked, sun burned and very emotional. It’s not something that I will attempt everyday, but I know I can do it and I also realize that a half-marathon is completely do-able…next year.

Weight loss this month is up a little, 2.4 pounds more added to the total and once again my loss is more in inches than pounds, taking another 5 off my body.  Within a few weeks I will be below 200, it feels like it has taken forever to get to this point, however my real-life approach along with the support of my family, friends and the incredible people at Weight Watchers I really believe this is loss for life. 

 

 



 

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