Mud Diving is Not for Me
Clearly, this person doesn't know me. Back in 2011, my hubby, my dear cousin Alyssa, and a bunch of hubby's buddies all did the Tough Mudder. I had the opportunity to join them, which I declined vehemently.
I know the Spartan Race is not the same as the Tough Mudder, but I do know it's the same idea. Defeat obstacles and dive into the mud when there's no good reason to do either.
Granted, this must be fun for people, because tons and tons of participants do Spartan Races and Tough Mudder every year. And they talk about how much they LOVE it.
Here are a couple of photos that I took at Tough Mudder in Dade City, 2011. I was happy to be behind the camera and NOT a mud diver.
Is it weird that I'd rather do a marathon than do a mud run? The idea of mud...I just don't like it. Dirt is another thing. I don't mind a little dirt, which is why I love The Claw Run at Alafia River State Park. Sadly, we missed doing that race this year. It's out in nature where we traverse God's green earth through trails and up berms and through a waist-deep river (no man-made obstacles. No mud diving).
Have you ever done a Spartan Race or Tough Mudder? Or do you want to? If you've done one, how did it go? Was it worth all that mud?
I'll honestly think about it. Maybe there's a lesser muddy one that's nearby. Or the offer has been revoked because the person who sent it saw this blog and realized they probably shouldn't have offered it to me in the first place.