And how about this gem? Admittedly I almost look sane in comparison to my friends here. Clearly the bar is low.
It is true that I have been doing a lot of running lately, but this last race had a lot less to do with getting a good time and a lot more to do with getting through it without injuring myself. The Dirty Dash is not the Spartan or a Tough Mudder that real athletes do. It has some tunnels to crawl through and a couple of walls to climb, nothing too hard, but it was enough that it served as a big time reminder that I am not as young as I used to be. Although I think I could have performed a little bit better if I could have made it five seconds without giggling uncontrollably. I'm glad that I had a chance to run with three amazingly fun friends.
|Rocky jumped in to prove how dirty we were.|