In Augusta, where I was stationed in the Air Force and subsequently worked as a government contractor, there seemed to be no shortage of events that a person could participate in. After I had my daughter in 2006 and started a crazy weight loss journey, running became by go-to in order to exercise. My habits ebbed and flowed based on my military or civilian affiliation, and still do. I was never much of a racer or someone that participated in organized events, but I found myself as a part of a four woman team as a part of a Marine Mud Run — something I always thought would be badass to complete but that I never really had the balls to sign up for. That is, until I was talked into it.
Long story short? I think it was 5-6 miles of trail running with shitty obstacles. It was long, it was intense in some areas, and I was pretty ill-prepared for some of what I encountered. We were definitely not fast (probably because I dragged ass at certain points) but we were definitely not the slowest.
Was it neat? Yep. Was it dirty? Heck yes. Am I glad I did it? Sure…but not as glad as I am that I never have to do it again because I’ve checked that box!