Not because I am sick...but because my son is. And I think there is nothing more important than taking care of your babies when they are sick.
Unfortunately, I called in sick not to work, or to school, but for my student teaching. And when you call in sick for a day in the world of student teaching, they just add an extra day to your sentence.
But I can't really complain because for that extra day added, I get a day of lovin' on my baby, reading and writing, and finally starting on that pile of laundry I have been stepping over and digging through.
So this post will be short because I have lots of laziness to get to.
But I wanted to write about this really fun event my husband and I just did.
We had a mud date!
For years I have been begging someone to do a mud run event with me. But of course, The word Run deterred everyone from the fun.
Then last month, I called my husband to brag about a seven mile run I did (I am a sporadic runner...like a month here and there type. So this was a great accomplishment) and he says, "That's perfect because I just signed us up for a mud run with my work."
I was ecstatic. Him...not so much.
But he did it because he loved me. And other than being sore after, we had a blast!
Sorry I don't have any pictures of the course (cameras and mud are not friends), but I'll explain it to you so you can use your imagination...
After about a mile run (walk, jog, whatever) we reached a field with about 8 little mud hills. Like what you would see motorcycles ride over. Before each mud hill was a mud pit that, when standing in it, it came to the middle of my thighs. After each mud hill was another mud pit that we had to slosh through. Doesn't sound too hard, right? Well, now imagine almost 100 people doing this all together, sliding into one another and the hills being so slippery that to get over you have to dig your nails in and crawl and pull yourself over only to slide down the other side into the mud.
All I pictured was that I was fighting for my life or fleeing zombies though, and I was over super fast with only a few scrapes on my legs and a tons of mud under my nails. The picture above shows my duct-taped wrapped shoes because you do not want to loose your shoes in the mud. There were a lot of abandoned shoes laying around.
After that, we came to a second field. In this one there are giant hurdles we had to pull ourselves over (or in my case, have your husband shove you over because you can barely reach the top to pull up) , hurdles we had to crawl under, and half tires we needed to army crawl under. All in deep mud pits of course. Not to mention a board we had to balance across or fall to our death in a gross looking mud pit that no one was touching.
Then, the nice firemen hosed us down so we could hoof it back the mile in a half to the final field which has a mud pool with a tunnel we swam through and a mud mountain we climbed (clawed) to the top so we could slide down the muddy other side into the last mud pit and then ran to cross the finish.
EVERYTHING was soaked in mud! We used towels in our car to get to the in-laws house where our kiddos were waiting. Even after hosing down in the back yard, mud was still coming off me from who knows where.
Sounds like the best time ever right?!
My sister keeps mentioning the zombie run.
I told her that's not gonna happen.
I don't feel like having an anxiety attack while I run or accidentally beating up a poor actor out of fear.
For now, I'll stick with the mud runs.
