Friday, June 26, 2009
Mud? Yes. Brown murky pits of ooze? You betcha'. Dirt, dust, and 6.3 miles? Oh yeah!
When my high school friend Brandon called me last week, he left a message that piqued my interest. Hey B! I don't know if you're still the girl from high school that's always up for a fun challenge, but if you are, call me. I've got some cool news. Um, did someone say challenge? Did someone challenge me? Get my boxing gloves--bring it on! Or so I thought...
This isn't a regular challenge, friends. It's a MUD RUN?!
I wear heels to the market, fake eyelashes when I need a pick-me-up, and match my gym outfits. Yes, I'm that girl. But I'm not the girl who puts glitter on everything, writes with fuzzy pens, or waves with spirit fingers. To prove this, I've decided to try and train for this competition. I'll be chronicling my journey and I ask that you 1. pray that I realize how ridiculous I'm being and quit, 2. pray I don't break a bone, or 3. pray I stop waving with spirit fingers... 'cause really, sometimes I do.