I am now a Tough Mudder. I completed an 11.5 mile course of obstacles – some built for speed, stamina, endurance, and strength. Others were built JUST for the sake of torture and pain. I did it. I accomplished what I once imagined to be an impossible feat – for me – and I conquered my fears. By God’s amazing Grace.
Electric wires harnessing 10,000 volts of pure energy just waiting for an unsuspecting fool to waltz through?
Not a problem…in fact, my lower back hasn’t experienced any pain or discomfort since. That was almost three weeks ago.
Running straight up a 20 foot tall half pipe that’s been drenched in mud and sweat?
Easy. You just keep running and DON’T – under any circumstance – stop.
15 foot drop into a muddy pool of icy water?
After an initial wig out, you just jump and make sure your eyes are closed when you hit the water – which feels like a cold block of marble.
Miles of slogging through dark, smelly mud, some of it up to your waist? Fording a river whose bottom is either not touchable or so slimy you wonder if you’re going to get some sort of disease from the muck – so you don’t touch it anyway? Jumping into a literal ice bath and actually having to dunk your head under to get past a wooden board? Running uphill in a zigzag fashion as you bake in the sun or shiver in the cool breeze, hoping that you’ll lose the five pounds of mud you gained along the way? Choking and hacking through a field of burning hay when your eyes are stinging and your lungs feel like they’re being flame-broiled?
Yup. I CAN and DID do that! 🙂
And I loved every exhausting, exhilarating minute of it.
The only thing I could come close to describing that sensation of accomplishment and triumph was wrapped up in the emotional high I got right after delivering our two beautiful children into the world.
On top of the world. 🙂
The best part about this run though?
I contributed to an amazing and rewarding organization dedicated to ministering to Wounded Warriors. Tough Mudder supports fallen soldiers and veterans whose lives have been forever altered by war. Having MANY family members who’ve served in our military, I can say that this was deeply personal for me. While I may never fight in the frontlines, I wanted this run to be my memorial to the family and friends who HAVE. I actually wrote a poem in honor of my veterans, though for purposes of publication, I cannot publish it on here until after November. I hope to be able to share it with my readers once the rights have reverted back to me!
To my family and friends who’ve given their all to fight for my freedoms, I honor your sacrifice.
I hope to run again next year! And every year after that for as long as my body allows.