Yep, another year, another Camp Pendleton Mud Run.
Through a long set of circumstances, I wound up doing this one alone. Wasn't my first choice, but I survived, obviously. It really hit me at the end when there was no one to compare war stories with and I had to find a stranger to at least take a pic with me by the sign so I had proof I'd been there.
The course was the same as always. What changed this year was that they let us go in waves. I was in the first wave, although by the time I finished, I was seeing bib numbers from all the different waves.
The big change this year was the water crossing. The first year I did it, it was about neck level. Last year, I definitely had to swim. This year? There was hardly any water in it at all. Really, it provided two more mud puddles that were maybe 2 inches deep.
And I improved my time by 9 minutes. I just look at my results, and I finished in 1 hour 20 minutes and 7 seconds. Last year, it was 1:29. The waves helped because I never really got slowed down on the course by other people. It was just me running at my own pace.
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