103i'm waddling like a penguin because i can't walk straight, after having jacked up my back, my knee, and both my hips from this weekend's adventures. i'm like 103 years old.
to my own defense, i wasn't adequately prepared for the silly little mud mosey course. they told us about the mud pits (duh), the water spraying (cool), the hurdles (check), the pipes (check check), the steeplechase (got it). however, no one EVER mentioned the MOUNTAIN we had to climb in the middle of the race. the thing was so steep that you could reach out to touch it while you were 'racing' up it. and every time you got to a little plateau and thought you were at the top, you looked up and saw a whole new section to conquer. not cool, man. unfortunately, my leg issue was acting up on the way
down the mountain, so it's not like i could race down it either. i'm sure had the bionic woman i thought i was shown up for the race that day, i would have done a little better. that bionic woman might have also have been able to pull me up over the wall we were supposed to scramble over... however for gimpy ol' me, i ran at it 3 times trying to get a good lift up and over, but it was about 3 inches too high for me to get the leverage for me to heave my chest over the wall. i looked pretty awesome trying jump over a 5 foot wall in goggles, a swim cap, and floaties.
current mood: unnnnnnnngh