This past weekend I went to Whistler with a few girl friends to compete in Tough Mudder. We signed up months ago, and I always told myself I was going to train hardcore, but by the time Tough Mudder rolled around, all I had done was a few push ups and attempts at the monkey bars. Needless to say, I’m very sore today.
We started the morning at my favorite breakfast place then headed up to Whistler Olympic Park on the shuttle bus. The sky was blue with clouds and the weather was probably in the low 60s, a nice surprise from the torrential down pour we had driven through the night before.
For 11.5 miles, we ran up ski slopes; ran down a muddy forest; jumped into colored ice water and submerged ourselves fully then pulled ourselves out; scaled 9 foot walls then tried to “gracefully” get over them; carried a log up and down a hill; jumped into a snowy lake and swam across a portion of it; ran in mud (that sometimes got chest high); got shocked; army crawled through rubber tubes, a snow/ice crawl space, under barbed wire and through more electric shocks; and tackled a few other obstacles. Way to go ladies!