Sunday the 10th was my first mud run of the year.
Down and Dirty was back in town (literally), and I signed up. I thought I was going to do it with a friend, but he wasn’t able to make it after all, so it was just me. And it was cooler than I would have liked, but not so cold as to be unpleasant.
The course was the same as always, which is to say fun. I still hate the one giant hill they have us go up near the half-way point, but other than that, they’ve got some very fun obstacles.
And I can’t complaint about the distance. It’s about 30 minutes from home, one of two I do that are so nicely close.
This was also the end of an era. After the run, I donated my mud run shoes, the only shoes I’ve done mud runs in for 5 years. They had a lot of holes in the top and I couldn’t see them lasting too much longer. But not to fear, I have several pairs of old running shoes around the condo, and I will be putting them into service as mud runs shoes starting with my next mud run. I’ve got three lined up in June, and I may slip one in May before then.