Like a BOSS.

The first real lunch break that Leah and I took after TM, which was our first real lunch break in six months, I apparently had a race flashback and this happened:
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Let me back up and give a little background information. Paint the scene if you will. We had a relatively peaceful lunch but came outside to this:

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Some kind citizen had parked so closely that I couldn’t open my door. Hmm. There was much discussion between myself and Leah (aka Louise, as in Thelma’s better half) and we narrowed it down to the following options:

We can either

A) go back inside, cause a scene, and ask the car’s owner to move it

or

B) climb in the window.

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Decisions decisions…..

Leah was supposed to keep watch and make sure no one was looking or video recording this for five minutes of fame on Youtube. Instead, being the good friend that she is, she documented the ally-oop process for her own enjoyment and now here is it for your viewing pleasure as well.

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Like a boss.
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Tough Mudder. Crushed it.

We did it.  We finished and survived it.  We were all scraped up, bloody and muddy.  Emily had a busted lip, Dave could barely move his arm and my foot was broken.  We were tired and hungry.  Despite it all, we crawled out of the mud at the last obstacle and walked away like champions.  Check out what being a champion looks like:

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I can’t think of anyone I would have rather done this race with.  I love you all.  You are amazing and I’m looking forward to the next one.

Funky Monkey, Mount Everest and Electroshock Therapy

Tough Mudder you are a clever minx.  Saved the best obstacles for last did you?  Nicely done.   Three of the hardest, scariest, most talked about obstacles were strategically placed at the end of the race when everyone’s energy is depleted and pulling together as a team will be the only thing that gets you through.  Of all the obstacles we conquered, the team-based activities were far and above my favorite.  Below are my top three.

“Funky Monkey”

My personal goal for TM 2013 was to make it through the Funky Monkey, which is monkey bars on steriods.  This obstacle required grit, stamina, upper body strength and a decision going in that I wasn’t going to fail.  The bars go up in elevation then back down, were wet, and rotated in their slots.  Oh yes.  Awesomeness.

Victory pose.  From left to right:  Emily, me, Camilla, and Megan

I lost some skin to the Funky Monkey but I didn’t quit and I conquered it.  Much to Kevin’s amusement, I made it across, landed on the platform and turned around and did a victory pose and shouted much profanity.  MUCH profanity.  Oh my.

“Mount Everest”

I wish I had photos of our team completing this obstacle.  Our token race camera had long since worn out its battery.  This is strictly do or die by team.

The area in front of this obstacle was very sandy and it was hard to get up any speed, which is critical to making it up.  Also, by the time we made it here it was muddy from all the Mudders who had gone before us.

The guys all made it up first, no problem.  They positioned themselves at the top to catch us girls if we made it anywhere close.   I closed my eyes and prayed, then opened my eyes and ran.  The key is to run as hard and fast as you can straight up.  However running in sand equates to a slow jog and I just knew I wasn’t going to make it.  I looked up at Kevin and Dave each with arms hanging down to catch me and thought just make it to their hands.  I picked up speed and believed with everything in me that if I could just make it to my team then they would catch me.  So I ran hard, faster and faster, up the side til I just started to lose grip and then I closed my eyes reached out and jumped.  Just like that I felt their hands grab me.  Each guy grabbed an  arm. We locked hands at exactly the right moment and they had me.  Just like I knew they would.  Up and over the side in a textbook version of conquering Mount Everest.  There was nothing but complete and utter faith in these two teammates right then.

You guys were every good thing I’ve ever known or trusted in anyone.

Dave and Kevin.  ROCK STARS.

DK

“Electroshock Therapy”

ET was the final obstacle of our race.   By this point we were broken and battered, bloody and limping, and at least one of us had a fat lip from gently kissing Mount Everest’s wooden ramp on the way up.   In other words, we were mentally and physically done.  All that was left was to cross the finish line which in this case was strewn with thick mud, hay bales and electrical wires.  I’m not talking a gently annoying shock.  This was a lock you up and throw you face first in the mud kind of shock.  My one piece of advice here is keep your arms up.  Hitting a hot wire with your arms is better than with your face and when you get knocked down, and you will, your arms will hopefully cushion you from landing face first.  I say hopefully because we tried this technique and all still face-planted.   I firmly believe the mud is there to keep racers from losing teeth.  Kevin described this as human lawn darts.  We couldn’t run straight through with any speed because we had to jump over hay bales.  When we jumped we hit the hot wires everything locked up.   The mud was extremely slippery.  The wires were very hot.  It was a disaster of epic proportions.  If you ever need a laugh watch Electroshock Therapy videos on Youtube.  Its good stuff.

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During this obstacle we fell, and we fell hard.  At the end I rinsed Leah’s eye out with a cup of water and used the one halfway clean finger I had to wipe the remaining mud out of her other eye.  That moment summed up Tough Mudder.  I’ll give my last sip of water and my last clean fingertip to give you one good eye to see out of.  It doesn’t get more real than that.

We finished this obstacle, some of us on our hands and knees, stood up, and received our orange finisher sweat bands.

Coming up next –  Tough Mudder – crushed it.

The Chute

I almost can’t describe the starting chute. We army crawled under the DJ booth and climbed (or were boosted over…ahem) an 8 foot wall and dropped down the other side into the starting chute. The music was blasting. We were absolutely pumped. It was pure adrenalin at this point for all of us. I wish I could convey what it felt like. It was like skydiving and the best roller coaster you’ve ever ridden and your first date and first kist and best night in college all rolled into one. Crazy good. After a moment to recognize our soldiers and the Wounded Warrior project we took the pledge and crammed in like cattle waiting on go.

Check out the Chute pics:

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Its time. Line up.

We got painted on by the Dos Equis girls and took lots of pictures. I find it interesting enough to note that the girls visited the Dos Equis Girls tent but the boys did not. Just saying.  We checked our bags and drank as much water as we could. All team members had arrived and it was time to line up. I had a bad case of the nerves. I wanted to cry or run away or at the very least hit the port a potty one more time. No turning back now. I credit my team 100% for getting me to this point.  We head over to the starting area.  Which actually mean crawling under (yes you read that right), crawling under the DJ booth to an 8 foot wall inside a fenced chute.   If you want to start this race, you must army crawl under the DJ booth and scale the 8′ wooden wall to get to the starting point.  Ok now I’m scared.

Here’s Kevin.  I loved him and hated him at that moment.  Behind him are Bill and Emily.  I love them.  I never hated them.  They are wonderful actually.  Hey Bill and Emily!!

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My team.  Hey Muddy Cuffers!!

 

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My girls (except Emily).

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My guys (except Greg).

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The smartest guy… oh there’s Greg.  Oh and theres Emily too.  Hey Greg and Emily!!

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Next post – The Chute

Lets Get Training.

After much debate, Kevin decided that we would train at least 5 days a week. Training consisted of at least one long run (5-10 miles depending on his mood), shorter runs (3 miles at least) Stadium ramps and stairs, mixed workouts at the fire station across the street from our office, and swim days at our local university swim team training facility.

Long Runs
Our long runs took place on the trails at Forest Meadows. The trail at its longest path was 5 miles with shorter cut throughs along the way. A typical Sunday morning was the 5 mile loop plus a shorter add on loop to boost us up around 7-8 miles.

Short Runs
Our team ran the trails and paths near the office and a good, safe and reliable loop is through our local community college. This route is 3 miles exactly and makes for a good lunch run with some sprints added on to the end.

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Stadium Ramps and Stairs
There’s no way to make this sound any better than it was. This was one solid hour of running up and down the ramps at our college stadium with push-ups, sit-ups, leg lifts and squats at the top of each ramp. The total distance ran (all ups and downs) was just over 3 miles. At the end we flogged ourselves just a tiny bit more by running the stairs in the end zone. This routine was one of the few that actually made me feel like I would vomit. No joking around on stadium days.

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Fire Station
Starting with a slow warm up 1.5 mile jog, fire station days were made of pull-ups, push-ups, sit-ups, planks, box jumps, incline push-ups, bench ab rotations w medicine ball, kettle bells, stairs on the fire tower, throwing tires, pulling a fireman’s rope up the tower, and carrying the firehose up stairs. Hell, in other words.

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Swim days
Morcom Training Facility became my new favorite place for lunch. Swim days were laps in the pools, pull-ups, back in the pool for laps, out for squats, back in the pool, out for push-ups, in for a lap, out for a mile run (in whatever wet clothes we just swam in) and back in the pool for more laps and exercise. No leisurely swimming here. Also note that some early swim days were about 50 degrees outside. This is not a problem in a heated pool but sort of chilly during our runs in wet clothes. Brrr.

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So yeah this chick sitting beside me strapping on her shoes to go run, soaking wet, in 50 degree weather…yeah that’s Leah. Take note of her. She’s sort of a superstar.

Kevin was a genius for mixing up these workouts with different variations and motivating us to keep training.

This became my life, and lunch break, for the next five months.