After an extremely hectic morning, which included a freak vomiting session from Coco, I was exhausted before setting out for our Warrior Adventure. Due to our inexperience and poor registering, we did not follow the suggested Car-pooling rule. Which did not help my increasing Neeerrrrvousss-ness. I rarely feel nervous, but my repeated views of the ever changing Obstacle Map, became a serious issue on Friday.... (Maybe you noticed, from the previous blog post.) and they peaked Saturday at 1:50pm, when we witnessed a stretcher leading a participant off the course and into an ambulance. At which point I declared,
"I can't do this... I am in over my head."
Locating our group, did nothing to calm me.
Even the young spectators were focused and intense!!
Clark and Doc were the first to race. I cheered on their finish but began shaking as I noticed Doc (aka The Sports Chick) looking beat, while digging thru the mud.
Me (voice cracking): How was it???
Doc: It was fun... but REALLY hard.
Me (nearly fainting): Ohhh, I shouldn't be here.
I tried flashing my new sweet Tat (courtesy of Warhol and a Sharpie) to appear confident.
But I was fooling no one. Especially, not myself.
Flag Girl, Chili and Three looked tough. Sorta like a rainbow of head scrunchies and colorful awesomeness inspiring T-shirts. They were focused and ready.
Photographic Proof of the Final Three Obstacles.
In Obstacle order... NOT in Competitors Order.
(not to offend those who were quicker than others....)
1. The Commish. Crossing over the last of MANY cargo net/rope Climbing Obstacles.
2. Doc, just having killed the SECOND fire jump. (nobody had mentioned TWO fire jumps.)
3. Doc, then Me, Ditta and Flag Girl. Crawling in the Mud pit, under Barbed Wire. Coach liked to refer to this portion, as the Giant Mud Milkshake.
Immediately upon finishing, we all had a moment of disgust, confusion, maybe a little anger towards The Mrs... but then slowly... we all started to smile.
Almost like, we kinda enjoyed ourselves... Weird.
The only person NOT smiling in my direction??
We decided Friday afternoon, The General would be my Running (Jogging) Buddy. I was nervous and he was ummm 'unprepared'?? We swore to stick together. Partners. Teammates. We started slow, shared some solid moments. Laughs at others expense. We held hands over the creeks. We celebrated small victories, declaring each person we passed to be a 'huge loser that we had just shown a lesson too'. Times were good. But somewhere around the water break/Hill from Hell, we drifted apart. I don't know, it just wasn't there anymore....
We got to the Game Changing Obstacle:
The Giant Rope Wall Up turned 2x4 Ladder Down.
This was the obstacle I had most feared. I have notoriously weak arms and fears of grade school PE rope climb, still haunt me. Except, I scaled that Obstacle like a champ, climbed over and down. And then the winds, of every Greek Athletic God, flew at my back. I 'Just kept Running....' (jogging).
Ummm, except, I was running away from my partner.
I met his gaze. I shouted "I just can't stop!!"
He did not cheer me on. He growled and sorta glared.
I left my man. My partner.
I should feel remorse. Regret. Maybe even ashamed.
I just want to ask The General this:
"Can you ever forgive me? AND... how was the view of my back, as I left you in my dust?"
I CAN NOT believe I just did that.
And yes, I would do it again.
(If we all register for the early-bird rate and carpool. Because that was not, an inexpensive accomplishment, by any means.)
Congratulations to all our Warriors!!
Love you guys and our stupid ideas!