The uneven terrain gave my ankles a run for their money, but I (somehow) managed not to get injured. I was running hard in an effort to get ahead of the crowd-it was elbow to elbow-I just wanted a little more space. The countdown began, a burst of hot fire erupted, and we were off! Teddy had his eyes on the gold, so he bolted away from me like a flash of lightning. We joined the other racers at the starting line, inching our way closer to the front to get a headstart. You can imagine how heavy their clothing became after sliding into pools of mud!Īfter checking in and applying our race badges, Teddy and I were raring to go. One man was ready to race in a long robe as the pope another group was dressed as the Village People. After parking, Teddy and I trekked up a lengthy driveway, passing not only muddy runners, but many muddy runners in costume. Little did I know just how muddy this run would get.Īs we turned down the long, narrow country road toward Milford Hills Hunt Club, a line of cars a mile long inched forward toward the race site, passengers geared up to get down and dirty. I decided to see if the races live up to the hype and, along with my boyfriend Teddy, signed up for the Warrior Dash in Johnson Creek, Wisc., about halfway between Milwaukee and Madison. These races, just as the name implies, are heaving with a myriad of muddy obstacles. You’ve probably heard the names, too-Tough Mudder, Muddy Buddy, and the Warrior Dash (to name a few).
Since last year I’ve been hearing a lot of buzz about mud runs.
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