Camp Pendelton 2008 10K Mud Run, me (in blue) after the last mud pit. THAT I HAD TO CRAWL THROUGH UNDERNEATH LOW-HANGING FLAGS. (p.s. Marines, I saw you slapping many a lady’s heinie as we hauled ourselves out of the trenches, why not mine? I would have feigned offense but now I am actually offended. Is my bottom so unslappable?).
Me, crossing the finish line with my coworkers (why does it look like I am 3 mos. preggers?)!
I think until I did this run (I know, not that long, only 6.2 miles), I had never thought of myself as a runner. I mean, I JOG, a lot, usually three times a week or so, but mainly as a booty-size control mechanism and I (thought) I was never any good at it. I figured I was the same as in high school track, where I was usually just grateful not to be last.
Which is why, 30 minutes before the Mud Run started, I was seriously considering faking food poisoning.
But I did it! I ran up 2 miles of hill, I slogged through INCREDIBLY STINKY mud pits, I scaled a 5′ wall (at only 5’2″ myself), and our team hit 9th in our division. We weren’t last, not even close.
I AM SO HAPPY!
My biggest fear in this all was letting my teammates down, being the one who held them up at the finish line, but I didn’t.
Apparently, I don’t suck. I can run! I can really run!