The first was an easy, non competitive fun run I did with my friends. I wasn't sure if I would like it or if it would be worth it because it doesn't really make sense in my brain to do anything if there isn't an edge of competitiveness in it. That might be an over exaggeration but only slightly.
But with nearly missing the race due to traffic, driving over medians on exit ramps, two fun friends that were totally into getting dressed up and all the laughter we share it really was fun!
Then through a friend that had an extra ticket I got a chance to run the Rugged Maniac. Then she decided to not run either and I spent the evening trying to convince someone, ANYONE to run with me, so the ticket wouldn't go to waste.
Wesley finally agreed on the condition that I stayed with him during the run.
(My sad competitive brain doesn't get why you would need to have someone running next to you while giving it your all but I guess other people like people....or something.) ;)
The morning of the race. Wes looks thrilled...
Before the race.
Wesley at the bottom of the slide at the end.
It was pretty intense. I felt like I was going to die at the end and kept wondering if my heart would hold out. But I did finish just 8 minutes slower than the fastest girl so of course it was worth it.
I still carry my battle wounds on my arm.
Sadly how I got these is a really pathetic, uninteresting story.
Now I'm addicted to these events and keep looking for more I could possibly do.