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MUD RUN!

If you haven’t completed a mud run then you are missing out on a lot of fun. Find one near you and sign up for it with a group of friends or your family. And definitely carpool. Riding together is sooooo much fun!

Carpool!!!

I completed a 2nd mud run this past weekend with my husband, son, and a group of 10 friends. A friend told me about a groupon, so I saved about $40 per person! The run was called the Warrior Dash. It was a blast and was very similar to the Rugged Maniac race I did a couple of years ago!

Clean Warriors!

We climbed up/over/down/under/around/through so many obstacles. At one point, we were submerged to our necks in a mud pit. At the end we were face down crawling under barbed wire in 2 feet of thick mud to the finish line. The water hose party was hilarious. The Warrior Dash post race party was probably one of the best I have attended. I love how people get pumped up and dressed up for this type of race.

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newlyweds after

Shower time!

Checklist of what to take to a mud run:

  • 1-2 heavy duty trash bags
  • throw away running shoes
  • ball cap
  • croc sandals
  • change of clothes
  • large beach towel for “deck changing”
  • photo ID for beer garden
  • camera phone (leave in bag!)
  • good attitude

Have FUN in the MUD!

ride home..
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Stick around for the real action..

Have you ever hung around after your race is finished and the awards and prizes have been given out?  If not, you may want to consider it next time. The post race ultimate fighting trophy matches are where the real action takes place!  My trophy got her bootay kicked at Bubba’s 5k.

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Meet Betty, the fat lady…

The first time I met Betty, I did not like her. Actually, when I introduced them to Betty, most of my friends did not like her either. Depending on our mood, some of us would give her the silent treatment or call her ugly names like “fat lady.” Sometimes we would yell or curse at her. Some of us would just downright refuse to go near her. So you would think that our relationship with Betty would only go downhill. Ironically, the opposite occurred, despite how she made us feel.

Now, the last thing I want to do is give you a negative impression of Betty. You may fall in love if you ever meet her. But I would like to share with you how I have learned to live with Betty through the years. In fact, she has become an inspiration to me.

These days, I run a lot. However, growing up in my town, running never entered my mind unless it involved escaping the wrath of my brother. I attempted to run in the early nineties to impress my new husband.  I tried to run a few 5K races with him. Confusion describes my finishes back then. Big or small, young or old, it didn’t matter. All those runners trotted past me whispering words of encouragement. Once, a pregnant lady pushing a baby stroller flew past me going up a hill. This lady had to be at least seven or eight months pregnant!

During the fall, my friend and co-worker, Jerri, and I decided over drinks that we wanted to run a marathon. We assumed the Myrtle Beach Marathon in February would be perfectly flat. I knew that Jerrianne had been running for years but she had never done a race. She was my “healthy” friend who wore really cool Keen shoes. She was always running, cycling, hiking, doing yoga, or walking the dogs.

So, let me explain the seriousness of this. In that discombobulated moment, I was convinced that I could complete a 26.2-mile footrace without sleep breaks. At the time, my husband’s suggestion to start training the following day seemed perfectly feasible. So Jerri and I decided to meet at her regular running route in the cemetery. The next morning I was not thanking my husband for his bright idea. To put it mildly, we will just say I was worried.

We arrived bright and early and Jerrianne was already there. The gates were locked. For a split second I rejoiced that our running appointment might be cancelled. Jerri seemed unfazed as she led us through the shrubs past the gate. Inside the graveyard, we had a decision to make. Go right and meet Betty on the way back, or go left and see the Gold Hill. “Who the heck is Betty?” I wondered.

Jerri explained that one loop, which was basically the perimeter of the cemetery, was approximately 1.4 miles. She liked doing one loop and then turning around and doing the loop backwards. We decided to go right so, I guess this meant that I would meet Betty on the way back to our starting point. Off we shuffled, chatting all the while. Down, down, down the hill we ran. My grin was large. Jerri said that she called the hill, “Gold Hill”.  I realized why when I saw all of the headstones to my left. She reminded me that we would be travelling up on our second loop. My grin disappeared.

Fortunately, I had yet to feel that my running shoes were too small. I looked to the right and saw the gravesite of my grandparents. I really miss my grandmother. I guess this was about when my breaths started shortening and my jammed toes starting talking to me. I made it up to the top of the hill and turned right on a gravel road called Laurel. I said hey to a friend, Stacy, who died way too soon. Even though many years have passed, his headstone looked newer than so many others nearby.

My heart sank as I made the turn onto Ford Street. I realized that we were about to embark on a very long uphill journey.  I immediately quit talking. Up, up, up we ran. I focused on putting one foot in front of the other. As Stephen and Jerrianne laughed and had a full-blown conversation, my frustration and the hill’s slope were increasing. “You guys go on,” I said. “I will catch up!  Don’t wait on me!”  My pace slowed to a snail’s.

As they ran up the hill ahead of me, I wondered who the heck Betty was and how in the heck can they run so fast up this gigantic hill?  Up, up, up, I staggered, determined not to walk.

Everything by now was a blur. The pain and lack of oxygen were comforted only by the fact that I was in a cemetery. Up, up, up we ran. Right foot, left foot… Eventually, my staggering trot turned into a survival shuffle, then to a walk, and finally to a dead stop.

After what seemed an eternity, I was finally nearing Jerri and Stephen. They stood admiring a tombstone at the very top of the hill. I was almost in tears. Tears of joy since they were standing still and not running! Finally, I made it.

As my heart pounded, I read the inscription on a headstone.  I read that her name was Betty and that she had come to this town as the “Simple Fat Lady in the Fair.  She left this Earth as our friend.”

So, I finally met Betty. I could not believe what I was reading. How awesome it was for our community to care enough for this 46-year-old stranger who died in 1954. She wasn’t from our town and had no family here. Betty was from Rochester, N.Y.   Later, I learned that Betty went from a 104 lb dancer to 600 pound carnival act. Her weight gain was caused when she was stricken with pneumonia and a treatment affected her thyroid.  She eventually died from a heart attack in her sleep.

Jerri, Betty and I trained for four solid months. Eventually, this “fat lady” became a driving force in my daily runs and a major part of my inspiration to complete a marathon. We ran our race in February and finished gracefully. Jerri and I shared our favorite stories and talked about Betty as we ran mile after mile. It was a very memorable event in my life. Since then, I have shared the tradition of introducing the “Betty” hill to several people who wanted to run with me or train for a special race.

Betty may have left this earth as our friend, however, she still lives on in spirit to help train and encourage many people to push themselves more than they ever thought they could. I encourage everyone to come out and meet our friend, Betty. She will always be waiting at the top of the hill for you.

Simple Fat Lady from the Fair

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You’re not in Kansas, Toto…

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The Toto Story:

I saw Toto on the side of a highway coming home from work one day.   She had her paws on the white line, just sitting and watching the cars drive by.  I made an illegal u-turn and came back around and pulled off the road.  I walked slowly up then down to my knees I reached out my hand.  Her tail started wagging so hard that her whole body got in rhythm.  I put her in my car on my lap and she didn’t move the whole way home.  The ride was approximately 25-30 minutes, so I had time to figure out how I was going to introduce Toto to my husband.  We already had several dogs, (we also claimed 2 dogs that don’t belong to us), so I wasn’t sure how my husband was going to respond to our new addition.  When Toto and I arrived home, I let her out and our big dogs immediately came over to check her out.  My husband was busy in his huge 3 bay shop doing who knows what!  Toto seeked refuge under my car since the other dogs couldn’t fit.  I walked in the house and waited.  About 30 minutes later, Stephen came in and excitedly told me about this cute little dog who just happened to come up on our property and how she was getting along so well with the other dogs…  I didn’t say a word for about 3 weeks.  I let him fall in love before I broke the news of how Toto found us.

 

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2 Chocolate doves and a vintage leather jacket on Ebay…

So, today is my last day of Spring Break 2012. I have had a wonderful break, working out, running, and blogging when I feel like it.  Not devastated by the fact, but adjusting, I found love and fun with friends this afternoon.   I got the opportunity to run with Mitchell and Tom…and felt GOOD, finally!  I got to spend some time helping a friend put her first “vintage” item for sale on ebay.  Then I stumbled upon a veterinarian pepperoni tea party…My lemon(landscaping river rock), for my tea, was little cumbersome.  The slide was quick and I swear I didn’t step in the poop.  Anyway, the two dove chocolates that I knew I would eat on the way home revealed, “Laugh whenever possible.” and “Give yourself a relaxation break.”  …

Which is what I was doing before I ever unwrapped those chocolates!

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Howdy and Welcome Friends!

Finished the “About” page and I can’t keep my eyes open!  I hope my first blogging experience isn’t any indication of this site’s future!   Ran this morning at 5:30 so I am struggling.  Looking forward to alertness and my next post.   My friend called me a bad word when she took this picture of me!

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