In the Words of Pat Benatar, I am the Warrior!

Last Saturday, I ran a 3.0 mile Warrior Dash!  It was one of the funnest and funnIEST things I have ever done.  I have to admit, I was frightened as much as I was excited! 

Jeremy and I arrived to a big ole' empty sand and gravel lot way up in Snoqualmie, to then line up with a bunch of heathens (we did not opt for the dress up competition), to get on a school bus, and then to arrive at a scene of THOUSANDS of people just waiting to get real dirty....

We collected our race bibs, complementary viking hats of which we had to set aside because we had no where to put them and were completely unprepared... along with a Warrior Dash tee, which we both wore, and then had to discard later (there goes $73).

We lined up with all the crazies and waited.... they set off some "fire bursts" and we were off.  I LOL'd the first .5 mile on the sheer absurdness that I was actually, willingly about to be the dirtiest I have ever been.   And if anyone knows me, I HATE being dirty.  It was a true feat for me. Quite a few people toppled, and I laughed at them of course... Surprisingly, I stayed up right the entire race, which is unusual for me.

We arrived at our first obstacle, which was a series of walls followed interchangeably with army crawls under barbed wire.  I did pretty good actually and only snagged my shirt once.  We then completed a series of other random tests including scaling a few walls (I did way better than I thought on these and smoked a lot of the other ladies...) and climbing over old cars!?  I was REAL glad I wore pants and long sleeves... there were a lot of sticker bushes and random debris.

I reached the finish line mostly clean and excited to jump over some fire, collect my medal and free beer, and call it a day, only to be faced with my worst fear... a mud pit.  I literally stood there staring at it, eating up my time, thinking, OH NO.  And then I just went right in and mercifully made my way to the end. Seemed like forever, and the people in front of me kept stopping and I nearly lost my sneakers. 

Finally, VICTORY.  You can see the relief on my face.  This was followed by the realization of how filthy I was.  They had hoses available to wash off, but they really didn't really do much. 

We collected our free beer, did some people watching (including people gnawing on giant turkey legs...) and then got the H outta there.  It would have been super fun to stay and check out the scene a little more, which we hope to do NEXT year when we convince all of our friends to do this with us, but being wet and muddy with your change of clothes back at your car 5.0 miles down the road, isnt exactly ideal.

All in all it was really fun and challenging, and I look forward to trying it again next year.  May I add... REALLY good people watching....