Some Muddy That I Used To Know

So I’m running Tough Mudder again. Dammit. I was all set to hang up the shoes but no, Becky ropes me into the insane endeavor once again. We’ve got a group of 20 people doing it this time which is a pretty big posse, bigger than any I remember seeing on the course last year. Yikes. I’ve started the training and the odd thing is I seem to be better at it than last time. Last night I did 4 miles and I wasn’t in any of the pain I remember from the beginning of training last time; a year ago my lungs and feet and knees were dying after a mile and a half. Could it be that my body somehow changed permanently after training a year ago and does not hate running as much? That would be weird.

My schtick this year will be to carry a boombox and play music the whole way, I feel the Game of Thrones theme will be nicely motivating, and when we’re cold, filthy, and exhausted Don’t Stop Believin’ will be just the thing. And we’ll play Thrift Shop, for nothing else than the fact that when Forest or Aaron climb out of the ice-bath obstacle, there is no more accurate realization of the line “Damn, that’s a cold-ass honky!”