warrior

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.

HA!

 

At the very end was barbed wire covered pit of mud.

Yeah.

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.

 

Or crazy.

 

You decide.

 

(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.

 

My hero.

 



Will I do it again?

YES!

 

Next year is going to be epic.