I was asked by one of my colleagues several months ago to participate in the Tough Mudder at Mount Snow, Vermont. I probably wouldn’t have signed up had no one asked me.
But since I’m in reasonable shape, I figured I could negotiate the course without too much training leading up to the weekend. And with a group of friends going to Tough Mudder, it’d be a great getaway.
I know some people would have better things to do on a Saturday afternoon besides getting dirty and (over) exerting your body. I don’t know what compelled me to shell out money to get dirty and to endure hours of physical exertion, but I’m glad I did because it seemed liked everyone did the Tough Mudder based on all the posted pictures on Facebook.
THOUGHTS ON TOUGH MUDDER
The day of the Tough Mudder came and went and as a first time Tough Mudder attendee here are my thoughts:
- With Mount Snow, a ski resort playing host to the Tough Mudder, there were no flat parts to the course – it was basically either up hill or down hill on what would be ski slopes during the wintertime.
- The course its basically a 11 mile course on a ski slope with a lot of obstacles to challenge your mind and body.
- The weather was on the cooler side. I just wanted to keep my body moving, but the bottlenecks at the obstacles prevented a steady progression.
- The bottlenecks were beneficial by giving me a chance to catch my breath.
- The time to complete the course was much longer than I expected because of the bottlenecks.
- The bottlenecks sucked.
- After about 4 miles in, my stomach was telling me to feed me. With that said, I was pleasantly surprised to find bite sized fruit snacks called “Sharkies” at one of the watering station. I must have eaten three packs.
- The Fire Walker was a pathetic run between stacks of smoking hay bails.
- Tough Mudder was on May 5th, Cinco de Mayo, we celebrated with taco night, which were especially tasty because we were so hungry from the day.
- We rocked some beers(Dos Equis) at the finish line.
- Towards the end, I was getting cold and less limber than I started.
In the end,
This was what Tough Mudder was all about:
Helping your teammate and anyone else to complete the course. Thanks to whoever helped me up the quarter pipe, I would have never made it without your help.
Does anyone else have any thoughts on Tough Mudder?