Way, way back in July, my friend Timmy sent out an email me to join his Tough Mudder team.  Being that I don’t think things through very often, I promptly texted my friend Jeff and said, “if you’re in, I’m in”.  And then we registered.  The second I pressed submit, I texted Jeff again and said “I completely regret this decision”.  This entire scenario took place over approximately 1-2 minutes.

Here we are, 9 months later and 3 days away from the big day and needless to say, I’m incredibly nervous.  I know I can travel 11 miles on foot, so that is not a huge concern of mine, but man oh man, I’m afraid of the obstacles.  I mean, I’m going to be running through fire and electrical wires and while I’m quite buoyant, swimming is not a strength of mine.  Wowsers.  I’ve spent hours thinking about this event; what the weather is going to be like, what in the world I’m going to wear, and praying beyond belief that my team doesn’t abandon me.  We’re all friends, but I did the Camp Pendleton mud run with some of these guys and they totally left me in the dust.  And I wouldn’t fault any of them if they left my slow, sorry ass and took off, but it would be much less stressful if we all complete the race together (you know, the whole “team” thing).

The other night at yoga, I was talking to Megan about the upcoming weekend and how I was feeling about it.  Joking around, I asked her why I continue to torture myself doing things like this.  I’m always spending my money on some new way to torture my body.  She looked at me honestly and said, “because you’re always looking for a challenge”.  And you know what?  She nailed it.  Even though I’m scared and I say that I regret signing up, I’m sure it will be great and I love completing things that look/sound difficult.  Physically, I’m not the biggest, strongest, or fastest, but mentally, I’m pretty hardcore.

In class that evening, Lex (post about her here) was speaking about how important it is for us to walk around with our hearts open.  Good posture and a receptive facial expression welcome change and positivity into our lives.  She was saying that when we’re met with resistance, we need to open our hands and our hearts and embrace the resistance rather than try to deflect it.  So that’s what I’m doing and more or less how I chose to live my life.

In conclusion, Tough Mudder, bring it on.  I’m going to make you my bitch.  Yo.  Oh, and I’m totally going as the Yellow Fury.  Oddly enough, the only dry fit/sweat wicking stuff I own is yellow .