One Tough Mudder

Miles:      10
Time:      1:19
Pace:       7:54
Dirty strides

I woke up this morning a bundle of nerves.  I was meeting a friend to run…and I never run with anyone.  Did I mention she’s the kind of friend who trains for a marathon the treadmill and then places in the top 25 in the LA Marathon?

Yeah, that kind of friend – the kind that makes my knobby running knees super insecure.

Accidental mud run...who knew?

Started out as a great run and the rain rolled in, which I love.

But wait..let’s back track for a moment.  Before we ran I actually sat in my car with both my trail and street runner shoes in my hand trying to decide which to wear.  I went with the street runners.  Bad call.

We hit the trails (some were not the paved kind, but like actual mud trails, that…well I don’t know, require actual traction on your shoes) and as the rain poured down it got a little muddy.  And a little slippery.

A little interesting fact:  if you google “awkward and gangly” I’m pretty sure my picture shows up in the image index. 

Since my grace clearly knows no bounds *eye roll*, I bit it on an itty bitty hill on the trail and wiped  out.  I was caked in mud.  Felt okay at first and shook  it off (it was a big enough wipeout that my friend even forgot to stop her Garmin…for reals), then decided to cut it a bit shorter as my knees were feeling a bit tender after the fall.

Seriously, clogged tub. Eww. Eww...Nothing says fun like unclogging a muddy drain!

We finished up our 10-miler.  My legs were like lead.  I have no idea what my beef was, but I’ll pretend it was the extra weight from mud and water.  It should not have been that hard.  My friend bestowed her awesomeness onto me with lots of training & race tips.

To clean up, I hit the shower with my clothes on to rinse them off.  And that’s when I remembered….my shower drain was pretty much clogged.  Grrrr.

Nothing says super fun like standing in your cold, wet running clothes unclogging your tub drain.

Good news:  My tub is now unclogged, super clean, and I got a good rain run in.  And as an added bonus, since I tend to spend my discretionary money on entry fees, this was a cheap way to get a rejuvenating mud treatment for my skin.  A girl’s gotta primp somehow.

Bad news:  My ego and knees are a little bruised.

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