I had never ran a distance race in my life until last weekend. In fact, in high school, my coach wanted me and my buddy Ship to run a 400 meter dash and we told him we would rather quit the team. Well, then the amazing metabolism of youth ran to the hills and I went from 185 lbs. of athlete to 209 lbs. of college has-been in about two years. Of course, the unlimited food of cafeterias and drinking like I was on commission didn’t help. So I started running.
I got talked into signing up for the Hell Run, a 3.15 mile outdoor obstacle course by my lady. No problem…however I did let her know I had absolutely no problem taking her out if it got to the end of the race. Pre-race I got a cape I’ll never wear, a medal I may possibly maybe display (probably not) and a t-shirt. I will probably wear that – it’s pretty normal looking. Nothing is worse than a free shirt that sucks. I got one once that was sky blue with green lettering. Ironically, it was for volunteering, which I promptly donated to a Goodwill.
Then we walked in and saw the lunatics running in this race…