Dirty Gyrl

playing in the mud again

This was definitely a weekend of firsts…  last month, in a moment of abject ambition, I signed up for a local 5K Mud Run (and somehow convinced three of my friends to join in the athletic festivities).  We’d started out with classic idealistic promises of training, but as most good plans fall  awry, we started our morning off admitting that none of us were prepared for the event.  I kept a measured cool, all the while a voice in the back of my mind was screaming “wtf are you DOING?” as visions of yet another knee-cap injury assaulted my senses.  (Damn sensory memory.)  But that was the point – to do something I was terrified of.  My body has been a point of weakness for so long, an enemy rather than my friend; it’s hard to shake past the old fears and pretend they don’t exist.  It also didn’t help that I’d been out dancing and drinking the night before.  Heh, I never do seem to make things easy on myself.

That being said, I’m happy to report that my silent but evoked “F-off” to the universe was successful; I had a blast today.  We were covered in mud by the time we were done and despite a grueling climb up a mountain, I ran almost every step. Ha!  Take that!

(props to the artist)

~ by CAT on March 29, 2009.