Just like Saturday, the Sunday groups were equally intense. The orange headed dude pictured here challenged the course 4 times on Saturday and was back again today. Check out that Canadian woman’s shirt on the left. In honour of her husband. (Killed in action.) Some people in attendance advertised their cause while others had invisible motivations. The vibe was so intense.
Costumes were encouraged and usually entertaining. I don’t know if these dudes were actually refs or worked at Foot Locker. They were once soldiers, however.
Bane looked so much larger in the movie. Just like in the movie, however, I couldn’t understand a lot of what he said.
“Drop and give me 10.” We made some of the groups hit the dirt a few times. They seemed really happy to oblige. We loosened them up with some House of Pain, “Jump Around.”
At 11.6 miles, the course meandered in and out of forest and fields between all of the obstacles and challenges.
There was plenty of running. Trails also took challengers through Christmas trees, corn, and freshly mowed hay.
This wall was actually the second of two walls right next to each other. This is near the 6 mile mark and after several challenges. Basically, just when you’re hitting a wall, you have to climb two of them.
BOA – This aptly named challenge sent you into a puddle with a ceiling of barbed wire so you couldn’t stand up.
I love how high the water level is on the exiting tubes. I was told that in previous events, the early version of the BOA was a single tube that you crawled through. The water level was intended to be halfway full in the tube but the more people that came in the higher the water level would rise. People in the middle were at the mercy of the people exiting ahead of them. That lead to this revised concept.
What turned out to be tougher than the BOA was this muddy exit. People were slipping and falling all over the place when they got out.
This was probably my favorite challenge. When you arrived at the entrance you’d have to crawl into this small opening on the ground. You had no idea what was going on once inside but you could hear a lot of chaos.
Once inside the dark box, challengers were met with tennis balls being shot at them from pitching machines. This was a surprise obstacle not disclosed at the beginning of the race.
Seen exiting the “tennis ball pitching box of death” are people really amused by the whole surprise.
“That’s Fu*king Teamwork” – Jack Black, Tenacious D.
Here are our referees after 11.6 miles of pain. Waiting for them, and everyone who finishes, is a headband, which feels like a crown, a Clif Bar, and a cold, Dos Equis beer.
This green team were all deaf people. We all knew they were deaf so we waved our arms wildly for them so they could see us cheering their finish.
How can I complete this story without a gratuitous, shower scene? These were built Friday night, really quickly. After you finished the course volunteers would hose you down like a circus elephant.
I stayed in a grungy, little hotel almost an hour away from here. Then I found out that the farmer had several of these little cabins on his property available for rent. Next year, for sure.
This whole experience at Tough Mudder was a real eye opener for me. First, I don’t endorse war. I don’t ever think it’s a good idea. However, I never blame the troops for it and still appreciate why they do it. There were people who lost children to war. Lost husbands and wives. Lost friends. Challengers here were missing a leg, an arm, an eye, and who knows what else I hadn’t seen. One veteran was confined to a wheel chair. His troop took him around the course and when they got to an obstacle, they’d dump him out of his chair and pull him back out the other side. These men were inseparable.
No matter how much I don’t support any war, I’ll be back to do this again next time.