We were just starting our second lap
(the course was a 1.5 mile loop)
and we were having fun
but we were also starting to feel tired and out of breath.
We were carrying extra pounds of mud weight on our bodies.
There was mud squishing between our toes inside our socks.
And our shoes had narrowly survived
a couple of near-mud-death experiences.
We were carrying extra pounds of mud weight on our bodies.
There was mud squishing between our toes inside our socks.
And our shoes had narrowly survived
a couple of near-mud-death experiences.
One of us
(I think it was Theresa)
said what the rest of us were thinking:
I could use a little extra motivation right now
as we entered a long, deep, muddy pit.
Just then we looked up
and there was a woman who had to be in her sixties
(I'm a bad estimator of age but I remember white hair)
slogging through in front of us, one foot in front of the other.
And that's when we knew:
#1 we could do this.
#2 we want to be the kind of woman
The best is yet to come.
Who knew that a Mud Run post could make me cry? We are on our way to being that woman...with the only ourselves to stand in the way...And you know we won't let that happen:) Well said!
ReplyDeleteReally great. Addie thinks she'd like to try the mud run, except without running. I hope your shoes have survived the experience!
ReplyDeleteYES! I love looking forward to getting older...this is the way to do it!:)
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