Stay Primal.

Back in July, when it was warm to the point of ridiculousness, my friend sent me an invitation to do a mud run. You know, those really fun races where you have to jump over walls, crawl under chicken wire in mud, and run through streams. What can I say? It was many months away, and the thought of running through really cold water sounded delightful. Fast forward to a week ago, when it started snowing and I remembered this life-long aversion to climbing walls. But I was financially and socially committed. My word in my death wish bond.

I can't tell you how cold it was in Warrenton, VA this morning at 9.30 am, but I can tell you how cold it will be tomorrow morning: 48 degrees. I don't know if that sounds really cold to you, but it was. It was seriously, monstrously, terrifying cold. And just imagine swimming across a river. And being forced to swim under barricades.

Here are we are before and after:

All in all, it was fun (although I'm still not quite sure if that's the right word to use). At one point I had to fish my shoe out of a muddy bog, we had to slide down a giant, mud slip-n-slide, and we had to climb so many walls. I don't know what I would have done to get over those giant hay bales if our team hadn't stuck together.

The good news is, I came home and slept for two hours in a warm bed. The bad news is, I was too cold to realize that I was doing some serious damage to my shins.