Okay, not really. But I competed in the 6K Gladiator Rock ‘n Run in the Great Park in Irvine on June 8 with three of my coworkers. One day before we left for our Mt. Whitney trip. O vey.
I have run in many races over the years, starting with my school’s cross country team races in junior high. I have completed in two triathlons. I have even competed in one mud run. But this was my first muddy/obstacle course race and it was a doozy. This race required me to make my way through 19 obstacles, including the world’s longest mud pit (over 300 feet). It was a like a very miniature Tough Mudder. I finished in 1:30:36 (yes, it took me an hour and a half to run less than four miles, but a lot of time was spent waiting in line for obstacles!) – 1495/3063 overall and 212/495 in my age group. I was exhausted, bruised, scraped, sunburnt, and filthy. And I paid to do this?!
My coworkers and I stuck pretty close together while running this race. The running part was easy, but carrying 40 lb. sacks of rice, doing lunges while holding tires, crawling through underground tunnels of mud, and climbing up cargo nets was not so easy. The first really bad (not necessarily really hard) obstacle was a plunge in an icy cold pool of water. Imagine just running along, having a nice day, and then climbing up a slick, wet wooden ladder and jumping – fully clothed with shoes on – into an icy pool with a bunch of other strangers. Oh yeah, and you have to fully submerge yourself TWICE to move through the pool. And then climb out. And not die of a heart attack. That obstacle literally took my breath away. It was effin’ freezing.
The hardest obstacle, in my opinion, was climbing into and out of TWO 8 foot dumpsters AFTER climbing up and over TWO 8 foot walls. At this point, I was already completely soaked and muddy and hoisting myself up and over these tall obstacles was so crazy hard. I couldn’t have done it without help from my coworkers and other racers. That’s one cool thing about races like these – they’re all about team work and helping each other complete the race.
At the end of the race, I had to drag myself (on my stomach) through 300 feet of mud with barely my face above the mud (there was barbed wire a few inches above the mud, so I had to stay between the mud and the wire). And then, finally, I jumped across fiery flames to the finish line.
We went through the outdoor shower station that they had set up after we finished the race, which did little to help my caked-in-mud body, clothes, and shoes. When I got home and finally jumped into the shower, I flung mud everywhere and the tub was soon filled with the same muddy water that was at the race.
In conclusion, since it’s been two weeks since this race and I am still bruised and scraped, I do not think that I will be participating in this particular event again. I did it once. Check it off the list. Next time, I’ll spend the $80 on a massage at a spa.