If you’re reading this, you’re most likely thinking about participating in a Tough Mudder Mud Run (TM) and are very excited about it. Or one of your friends has somehow coaxed you into signing your life away and you will need to be dragged to the course on race day.
Last month, I was in the latter camp—having no want or desire to run in mud puddles (which were even deeper than I thought) and climb things for half a day, only to be sore for the rest of the week. I could think of a million better ways to spend my weekend (e.g., Netflix, food, napping, etc.).
For a little background of this writing: This spring, I told my old Michigan State University dorm roommate, Will Gill, that since I was already traveling across the country so much, I might as well start a travel blog. He took me up on my offer (called my bluff), and invited Storia to check out Tough Mudder in Central Texas.
Last year, he became a national “Muddervational Speaker” a.k.a. TM National Start Line Emcee. Since then, I’ve seen a lot of his social media posts about TM, but they didn’t motivate me to ever want to challenge myself to an obstacle course race.