Another year, another stupidly difficult race experience to share with you all, because for some reason I’ve decided that I ‘like‘ to challenge myself.
If you can cast your minds back to early 2015, you’ll remember that I wanted to take part in a ‘sports event’ as part of my New Year’s Resolutions. This went from being a steady 5k, to the 12 mile Yorkshire Warrior in April. Also, because I’m clearly insane, I took part in The Major Series in October (which was good, but freezing). So when a team was assembled for Yorkshire’s take on Tough Mudder a few weeks ago, I found myself enthusiastically shouting ‘SIGN ME UP’, when in actual fact, I was dying inside.
The problem with signing up to an event like this is that you’re supposed to spend months training for it, gearing yourself up to run steep inclines and tackle dangerous obstacles, all whilst battling through waist (or, if you’re short like me, neck) deep mud and water. Unfortunately, I’m not an organised kind of gal, so when race day finally reared its intimidating head, I just had to say ‘bugger it’ and crack on.
Although I’m whinging, the whole experience was incredible. In fact, if I was a bit better at running, I would’ve thoroughly enjoyed every minute! Although some of the obstacles looked particularly horrible, I only felt unsafe once, due to the sheer number of bodies and how slippery it looked. One of the things I really enjoyed about Tough Mudder, though, was the sense of comradeship I felt, and not just with those from my team either: with any mud run, you expect a certain amount of teamwork, but I felt that both the organisers and the participants of Tough Mudder went above and beyond to help others out. So if you’re reading this and you know that you shoved me over a fence or let me stand on your shoulders during Pyramid Scheme , then me and the extra 5lbs of holiday weight I’ve put on are eternally grateful.
Another massive plus point for me was the amount of water stops. Like a oasis in the Yorkshire countryside, a water point seemed to appear every time I was in dire need of a drink (so much so that we had to stop the car on the way home so I could pee in some pub toilets). They also provided protein fuelled snacks, and the stewards were more than happy to shove these in my mouth when my hands got too muddy.
Personally, my favourite obstacles had to be King of the Swingers, The Liberator and Cage Crawl (although I was dreading this before the event, I actually found it quite relaxing to stare up at the sky and be alone with my thoughts for five minutes). We were met at the end of the race by our obligatory t-shirt, a Tough Mudder sweatband and the added bonus of a bottle of Kingston cider (which I downed quicker than any water I’d had on the course). Two showers and a bath later, I was clean, but the memories (and bruises) from the day will last a bit longer.
Tough Mudder, you were a pleasure, and I will definitely be back (but only because I want to add to my sweatband collection).
Thanks for reading,