If I had to pinpoint just one obstacle that was my absolute favorite at this last Tough Mudder, I would have to go with Mud Mile.
And yes, I know I left you with a cliffhanger last night, and in that narrative, I had just leapt from the platform of “King of the Swingers,” but I’ll get to that tomorrow. You fellow-OCD readers may now say it…. “Dan, you’re a wanker for that!” There. Got that out of your system? No? Try this one… “Dan, you’re a blastatorian hypotenuse!” I know that insult makes no sense, and that ‘blastatorian’ isn’t even a word, but it sounds kind of awesome as an insult, right?
Anyway… Mud Mile. They have one at every Tough Mudder, and they are always similar in nature, yet very different depending on the mud, the water, the depth, etc.
This was our SDLHC team last September in Utah.
When I went and did the London Mudder with my brother Eric in October, this was us.
And this was how that one ended for me, hahahah.
Aaaaannnnnd…. this was The Mud Mile two weekends ago. It started with lots of this.
And then (and this is where the miracle of perspective hit me and almost everyone on the team so hard), it quickly turned into THIS.
Yes, the Mud Mile was powerful.
Now let me tell you the unexpected reason why.