After I got home, I washed my muddy stuff in its own load – and I washed it all 3 times. Aye, aye, aye. So much mud.
In between the washing of my clothes, I just laid on my living room floor, because sitting seemed too bothersome, as did going the whole extra 30 feet to my bedroom.
(If a 5k obstacle course was this tough, I can’t wait to see what awaits for me in the Spartan Race!)
So, I guess if I wanted to break down the lessons for future mud runs, here are my takeaways:
1) Bring plenty of towels (that you don’t care too much about) and plastic bags.
2) Wear shoes you can donate.
3) Think about treating even a 3 1/2 miler like a sort of legitimate race, ’cause it was way harder than expected (but maybe that’s just for me). (I wouldn’t actually have done anything different leading up to it – I would’ve just had different expectations.
5) Take a whole bunch of pictures. Get other people to take pictures. Pictures everywhere. Pictures. (And when you can actually see the photographer, give her some eye contact and make sure you mug it up with all your expressions, getting your posing on.)
Lessons aside, this was an absolutely exceptional day – one of the coolest things I’ve done maybe ever, and certainly this year. I would so be happy to do it again. Amazing, amazing, amazing, and I can’t recommend it highly enough!