It's true what they say...........
There is no race comparable to that of the WD.
And like many of you who crossed the finish line in prior races,
I can now officially call myself a WARRIOR.
Talk about one helluva good time.
I knew it was going to be a fabulous day when Huracan showed up to my house on the morning of the race wearing his carefully crafted running attire.
Approximately 30 minutes into the drive north, however, Huracan began to doubt his fashion choice. A quick stop at a gas station at an undisclosed location resulted in the loss of undergarments and a grown man going commando for the remainder of the day.
We pulled into town around 10:30am for our 11:30am race thinking we would have plenty of time to prepare. WRONG! It might be a fair assumption to say that the entire population of the town was attempting to enter the race at the same time we arrived. The line of cars threatened a successful arrival. Luckily, The Llama chose to make a local police officer the man of her dreams, and he called with super secret back roads directions to the race site. Let's just say the approximately 200 cars that we passed were slightly unhappy. It's good to know people. Thanks, Beau!
Our later than planned arrival, resulted in a quick stop at the mud-stained (or what I hope was mud) port-o-johns and left just enough time for intimidating pre-race photos.
Don't worry......both Dancing Queen and I came equipped with proper licensure for carrying those guns around in a public venue.
The third female warrior in our crew was
quite the trooper in putting up with our antics.
That ass got plenty of stares over the course of the day. Jealousy, perhaps?
Maybe not.
A special shout-out goes to Officer Bob and The Llama for serving as official photographers and outstanding cheerleading squad. The day would just not have been the same without them. One advantage of including underage participants (*cough* Dancing Queen) in your crew is that the cheerleading squad (*cough* The Llama) gets to reap the benefits of the free beer ticket post-race.
11:30am on the dot.
Go time.
HIGHLIGHTS OF THE COURSE:
*Dancing Queen repeatedly shouting "I AM A WARRIOR"*
*A genuine attempt at sprinting up the never ending hill. FAIL!*
*Unbelievably fun slip n slides*
*Apologies to those positioned behind
Huracan's hairy backside during crawling obstacles.*
Huracan's hairy backside during crawling obstacles.*
*Passing the meat head running in his underwear.
Keep working on the cardio, man*
*Shawnee's short-lived glance at female genitalia positioned above her. GROSS!*
*Why don't girls dress more practically for warrior-like obstacles?*
*Stopping to pose at nearly every obstacle
even when a camera was nowhere to be found*
even when a camera was nowhere to be found*
*Jumping over fire while holding hands is definitely more difficult
and much more stupid than going it alone*
* At 6'5", Huracan had quite the height advantage. Especially when it came to crawling in the mud pit. The vertically challenged female members of our warrior crew had a more difficult time crawling (swimming) through the germ-infested waters.*
*Muddy body odor smells way WORSE than I had anticipated.*
*Dancing Queen always makes friends with the most interesting people*
*Post-race hydration/dancing is almost as fun as the race itself*
*Huracan is not afraid to strip down naked under a garbage bag*
*Final race time? 46:40.20*
*Does it really matter? No*
*Will I do it again? Absolutely!*
*And with no one else, but these two.*
*I couldn't be more proud to call them my siblings.*
Talk about a bonding experience......
1 comment:
Yay! Love the pics! It was a lot of fun and you had a good time! Congrats fellow Warrior!
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