Each week I do a photo post, but it’s your lucky day because this post will come with the whole story – cause I can’t not write it! So last weekend Trevor and I ran the Warrior Dash. Let me reiterate that I am not athletic. Or a runner. I don’t know why I sign up for these things! (You can read the story of when I did a triathlon HERE).
So about a week and a half before the race, I realized it was coming up ( I had looked through the previous race pictures online and thought I was way over my head and not rowdy enough) and tried to get out of it. You know, what was I thinking signing up for it in the first place. But of course the deadline to transfer registration is 2 weeks, and that had passed. So I made myself do it because otherwise it would have been a wasted ticket.
I had been running for a couple of months doing that couch to 5k, up until about a month ago. So yep, I hadn’t been running for a month, and even before that I could only do a couple of miles. The Warrior Dash is a 5k – that’s over 3 miles. Gulp.
So the week of the run, after knowing I couldn’t get out of it, I thought I should train. I ran 2 times that week. I could run a mile without stopping, and I thought that was pretty good. I was just aiming not to be last at the Warrior Dash and I figured I could just go around any of the obstacles that looked too hard.
When we got there, everyone looked intense. Buff people. Lots of muscles, etc. I was out of my league!! I kept trying to spot someone I could beat so I wouldn’t be last, but I couldn’t pick anyone out that looked wimpier than me.
A couple of before and after shots:
So yeah, I did it. And who knew – it was actually fun!! When I did that triathlon I thought “never again” but right after running this I said “I would for sure do this again – it was fun!” which is an odd thing for non-athletic me to say. (Random fact – I was picked as Athlete of the Year in 6th grade – everyone was in shock – might have been a mistake…)
So here I am (in blue on the edge) heading under the start gate:
And running out of the gate:
Do you see that giant crowd of people – it was a big pack – which I was super grateful for. Trevor sped ahead to get in front of the pack. I liked staying in the thick of things. We would run and then come up on an obstacle. But with a big pack of people the line would back up. So you’d wait several minutes before getting up to your turn to do the obstacle. So essentially, the entire race I would run about 1/4 or 1/2 a mile, then stand around and catch my breath, climb through something, then repeat. Now that’s my kind of race!
My regret is not doing it with more people I know (my brother was there too but again, he was much faster than me) because then I would have taken a disposable camera to catch action shots at all the obstacles along the course. We did get a few pictures at the last obstacles that can be seen by the crowd (my sis-in-law had my camera)
No one told me to pose for the fire – – all the guys (3 in our group) had fun fire jumping shots – see, here’s Trevor:
Now, maybe I didn’t take this very seriously – this posing-while-running shot kind of gives that away:
My fire jumping:
Making my way through the mud pit – which was more like a muddy water-filled ditch:
At every obstacle it was slick, etc, because several involved mud or water. I was careful and made it through everything without falling. Until the end when Trevor was there taking pictures. I climbed out of the mud pit and was looking up to find him (he had moved into a different spot to catch me coming across the line) and I wasn’t watching my feet and I biffed it – that’s why my legs and arms are covered in mud. Here the announcer is heckling me about the fall in front of the crowd:
So at that point I thought the race was over until Trevor had to yell “keep running, that’s not the end” – oops – the end was a few more meters ahead. So here ya go – now I’m crossing the finish mat:
It was fun, and I really impressed myself with my middle-of-the-road performance. Going into it I thought I’d be in about the bottom 10%, but in my age bracket for women I placed around 400 out of 800 – – not bad!! That was great for me!
Finished!! It took me a little under an hour. About 30 minutes longer than Trevor.
Afterwards you can clean up by getting sprayed by a giant hose – picture a firetruck hose. And it was FREEZING. But I was covered in mud and we had driven Trevor’s nice car, so a rinse-off was a must.
Free snacks at the end (and beer, but that was irrelevant to me). The giant turkey legs smelled good, but I wasn’t too hungry after a long run in the heat.
Giant pile of donated shoes – begging to have its picture taken:
So yep, I SURVIVED WARRIOR DASH 2012:
as one of my friends put it “doesn’t it just make you feel so hard core” – yep, that’s me!