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Over three miles, a dozen obstacles, and the absolute certainty that one challenge would involve electrocution is where my thoughts tumbled around as I waited to Tough Mudder.
I signed up in the before time of 2019. The world was different and so was I. In 2019, I had a job with summers off, a plan for getting fit, and a gym membership with a zero-slacking guarantee.
Initially, I scheduled the event for July 2020, but it was canceled with everything else that year. I tried to get a refund since the enthusiasm that coursed through my veins was squandered on avoiding things like crowds and mass transit.
Unfortunately, the staff at Tough Mudder said no.
The registration was $65. Significant enough to rule out a donation to the mudder industry. Instead, I used a credit from a canceled flight to fund a way to Minneapolis and round two.
July came faster than expected and I was no where near prepared but the brilliant Saturday morning didn’t care. I managed to muddled through the entire event and accomplish each of the simple goals that would have found comfort in a kindergarteners classroom: try everything, have fun, and don’t get hurt.
Preparation or Frustration
In 2020, I prepared. In 2021, I was impaired.
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During the depths of the pandemic, the gym membership was temporarily suspended. Along with everything else. When society started returning to normalish, I requested an extension. Instead, it was canceled.
I wasn’t interested in another gym round, so I cobbled together what I could when I could. This “training” included running, pushups, and yoga. Plenty for average fitness where the biggest obstacle is pushing a heavy cart through Costco on a Saturday but below average for Muddering.
But, it was all I had time for.
I hoped that the regimen was enough to move my hulk through the roughest bits.
It kinda did.
I had the energy and flexibility to throw my leg up and over walls but I lacked the upper body strength to throw my heaving mass over obstacles taller than my waist. Those obstacles were a good reminder that excuses are not preparation but conditioning for frustration.
Teamwork Makes Dreamwork
The first obstacle was easy: crawling through mud. The intent to get muddy was achieved and one of the few obstacles I could claim a gold medal standard. I would wear a coat of crusted mud for the next couple of hours.
Who needs sunscreen?
The first “real” obstacle was a station called Jumping Jacks. Large logs were chest high where the mudders have to throw their bulk up and over.
I eyed the obstacle suspiciously but was determined to try. Doubt was already gurgling up and swirling fragil emotions with thoughts like if I can’t do this, what else can’t I do?
I placed my hands on the log, braced my legs, and jumped.
I slid off like a kid on a slick slide nicknamed The Pain Push.
The log was greasy with the muddy bodies that had already crossed.
To save the little ego I had left, I skipped every log but the last one. I looked at my mudder mates, swallowed the dribble of pride, and asked for help.
It was a humbling moment.
I hadn’t gone far before I needed help.
I would need more help as I scaled walls, waddled through pits, and was shoved over a giant plastic block into questionable water quality.
To all those helpful muddered souls, I salute you!
The Gratitude Gift
Upon completion of the muddered event, I had an upwelling of gratitude. I went from Point A (starting line) to M (electrocution) with a lifetime in-between.
A shirt, snack, beer, and headband proved to all that I finished. I am many things, but I am also a Tough Mudder Finisher.
I took the swag with glee but donated the beer.
If I could have given it to one of the many helpful humans who had ensured my bulk made it over an obstacle, I would have.
But I didn’t see them.
Instead, I gave it to a random someone and made him promise the next time he mudders, to help a hapless human.
I can’t help them all, but I can help one.
Challenge = Change
For over a year, I have been waiting to don the tough and mudder through obstacle. I wanted to check another event off the life list because 15 years is starting to look more like 14.
This was a first with the mud, challenges, and mileage and I am uncertain if it will be the last.
More than anything, I want to remember how many people, mostly strangers, went out of their way to ensure that their success included my success.