Picking up from last time –
I wrapped up all my clothing, wiped down from all the mud with a towel (so lovingly leant to me from someone in the changing tent), and left my shoes in the donate bin.
(After working so hard to get the mud out of my other shoes after Habitat for Humanity, I was having none of that. Just wear some shoes I’m willing to get rid of, and call it a day.
Then, I ate like a crazy person after the race. I ravenously wolfed down a huge sausage – yum, yum, yum.
On Friday, I’d been debating whether to go to Bar Method (my sweet workout class) with my friend at work. I wanted to take the day off since I had the race coming up. But then my friend was all, “well, if you’re not going, then I don’t want to go.”
I didn’t want to be the reason someone didn’t work out! So, I dutifully went. My feeling was, “I’m just being a big ol’ wuss. Who needs to take a whole day off from working out to prepare for a 3 1/2 mile run? That’s so silly! Of course I’m going to go to Bar Method!”
Little did I know, a measly 3 1/2 mile run was very tough!
(Obviously it was fine that I went to work out, but it opened my eyes to the toughness of obstacle course racing, and I will keep that in mind as I approach my Spartan race.)
I don’t know if it was the obstacles themselves, or if it was just the exhaustion of my brain working so hard to get a sense of what was going on around me. All I know is I was straight up exhausted (and starving, and thankful for all the food trucks around!). *buries face in plate of food*
*Now, this line said with my mouth full* – and I’ll continue here tomorrow.