Mud Run Recap

Last weekend dad and I did a mud run together. Though this is a timed race I will never have a goal  time for these races?  Both dad and I consider this more of an outing then anything.  Like a hike in the park?  I will never race an obstacle style race because I know that would be when I would get injured and the last thing I want is to be injured due to something like this. That being said I love to run with my dad and we enjoy doing this as a team.

When I woke up Saturday, I was extremely tired and not in the mood to do anything.  If we hadn’t been doing this race I probably would have used Saturday as a cross training day. After drinking coffee (I don’t normally drink coffee before road races) dad and I were off for our adventures complete in our matching singlets and black bottoms.

After doing a 2 mile warmup and shooting the breeze with a few locals, we waiting for our carol to start (8:20).  It was hot, humid and more smelly then usual and with that we took off. The first half mile was on pavement and up a hill (and probably my favorite part of the race).  They had changed the course up from other years so we were excited for a different route.

Because we were out to have a good time and have an unusual workout (and change of pace from road running) we decided it would be humorous to narrate the different parts of the race as they related on a global scale.  At the half mile point we got onto grass and dad I decided we were in the grasslands.  We also thought this was more cross country then anything.

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After crawling through some mud, we got to the beach and Australian coast.  Since it was high tide, there was no packed sand so we were running on soft sand for about a mile.  I’ve found soft sand tightens my plantar fascia so made sure to roll them out with a golf ball afterwords.  After climbing man-made dunes and running the mile on the beach we turned and headed into the jungle.

Down the dune

Which was essentially the woods.  It was nice because the trees, roots and overhead limbs were marked similar to cross country races to provide with the least amount of injuries. Dad and I were pretty strong in the jungle and we passed a few teams (not that it really mattered).

After the jungle we were led back to near the starting line for some water, obstacles and back into the grasslands.  We were around mile 3 at this point and headed back through some mud.  Mile 3-4 was the hardest I would say because we were muddy, shoes were soaked and were running through more mud so it was soft.  I think this could be where I was a little grumpy and whiney…is it over yet?

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The final .67 (it was supposed to be an 8k..but I guess dad and I took all the shortcuts…) was back through sand and mud and up a giant hill followed by face planting into the mud.  Two volunteers  monitoring including a lifeguard with a tube, yelled “you aren’t muddy enough”.  I wanted to yell back well that is because this is more of a sand dash in the Sahara then mud run.  It was true for as much sand there was…there wasn’t a lot of mud.  But that is okay so when I got into the mud, I splashed some more on so dad and I looked more badass then we were (then of course they caught it on film).

Let's put some mud on my shirt
Let’s put some mud on my shirt

And then we sprinted the last 200 meters to end and I have never been so happy to finish a race in my life.   All in all I had a great time and it was more adventurous then anything.  Races like these make me appreciate the beauty of running and that not every race needs to be a PR, fast or remotely close to your fastest speed.  It’s just as much about the process then the outcome.

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Questions for you:

Have you ever done a mud run? Or Color Me Rad, ect?

Have you ever rolled around in the mud or taken a mud bath?

What…that isn’t your favorite thing to do too?