We Warrior Dashed it this weekend.
I dreaded it.
I was so underprepared.
All the worry was for naught.
It. Was. A. Blast.
Here we are before.
All clean and SHINY.
This is a handsome man right here.
I am so glad he is mine.
The race was 3.1 miles with obstacles.
There were lots of walls to get over and ponds with obstables in them.
I was only slighty worried on the 15 foot wall drop.
And the 15 foot high jungle gym thingy with 3 foot spaces you had to get across.
Other than that it was a piece of cake.
At the very end was barbed wire covered pit of mud.
We came out looking like this.
By the time we got to the mosh pit/fire hose rinsing station, most of the mud had dried and I felt like a mummy.
It wasn't pleasant.
I finally had Chris hold up a towel and I did the best I could behind it with a teeny tiny wash cloth.
My backside may or may not have been seen by a few other dashers.
At that point, I couldn't have cared less.
I just wanted the mud OFF.
After we were (somewhat) clean, we enjoyed our beer with our Warrior horns on.
And then there was this guy.
I don't know him.
But anyone who will race in that get up is a rockstar.
(This picture is cropped to not show all his nether regions. There was A LOT hanging out down there.)
When We got home, Chris managed to get this disaster clean.
Nary a stain or spot to be found.
Will I do it again?
Next year is going to be epic.