The eve before Hurricane Irene (dud) was scheduled to demolish the Greater Boston area, Micah and I ran the Spartan Race for the second time. Last year we ran this race with a group of people. It was our first mud race and if you were to take out the 32 hornet stings we endured collectively it was a lot of fun. You ran up the mountain once, went through a few fairly easy obstacles, and ran back down. Apparently, a lot of people complained that the course was too easy last year. It seems the Spartan team took these comments personally. This year was unexpected and ridiculous. They took out the "girl-side" of the 8 foot walls you had to jump which was not good for Micah or myself since he had to help me over every single one of them. The barbed wire crawl went from a nice and easy 5-minute army crawl to three sections of barbed wire about 30 yards a piece straight up hill, split up by 6-8 foot walls you had to jump. In mud and rocks. As if that wasn't enough, they added obstacles. One of which required us to take a 5 gallon bucket, fill it up with gravel (1/2 for girls, 3/4 for guys), and carry it up and down a hill. Why do I pay to do this stuff? The good news is, this is the first of the three mud races I've done where I didn't get stung. Isn't it sad that this is the good news?
All in all this was a great race, but I wish I would have been prepared for it. I expected to drive up to Amesbury, roll around in the mud, and have some fun. Instead I returned home broken. It hurts to get up, sit down, and breath. And I know what you're thinking...the answer is yes, I will be back next year.
On another note, we learned Sota doesn't like earthquakes. We knew that she wouldn't be pleased about Irene, but this is what we came home to after the earthquake the other day...
There are two windows in this bedroom. The other set of blinds was completely torn down. Our guest bedroom looked like a murder scene. And look at Baxter sitting there like nothing happened. Worthless.
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