Tough Mudder & Scapular Winging

I can't believe Tough Mudder has come and gone! Lemme start off by saying it is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime experience. My sister & I had talked (debated) about doing one but never had the balls to just fucking SIGN UP. Then, my cousin Sarah in Colorado said she wanted to do it as a challenge to herself to lose her baby weight (she had a baby girl in March) and she wanted some cousins to do it with her. Didn't take much to convince us!

We convinced another cousin, Cristi to sign up and she convinced her friend Sabre as well. Sabre's niece and uncle (?) were on our team but they got caught behind an accident on the way to the race so they didn't start with us. I wish they had been able to because the uncle was wearing a camera for it!!

The race was in Paige, TX so we stayed about 20 minutes away in Bastrop. Friday night, we went to Bastrop State Park to explore. It was beautiful and depressing; all the charred trees were still up but along the water it was lush and gorgeous.

Me & my sexy ladies found a bench by the water & had a photoshoot with mom's iPad =)

Saturday was THE DAY; TOUGH MUDDER DAY! We woke up around 7, ate breakfast, grabbed coffee downstairs, and blared Gangnam Style to pump ourselves up. Met up with Sarah & Sabre and stood (jumped) around all jittery in anticipation. 

 (My cousin Sarah & I before!)

One thing we did (and SHOULDN'T HAVE) was watch finishers run through the electroshock therapy at the finish line. The guy we watched got zapped in the neck and face-planted into the mud. Why the HELL did we watch that before we even BEGAN?

You know it's gonna be a legit race when you have to scale a 10' Berlin wall just to get to the start line. Took like 3 people to get me over haha but the start line was the best part; everyone gets quiet, holds up their right hand, and says the Tough Mudder creed. Basically, you help any person you see along the way if they're struggling and it's NOT a race, but an event meant to test your camaraderie and mental and physical grit.

I couldn't do all of the obstacles because of my scapular winging problem, but I definitely pushed myself. I did amazing on the running part but my ankles are KILLIN' me now because of all the hills. It also took us 4 hours 45 minutes. Talk about physical exhaustion... I cannot wait to see all the pictures that get posted! (Or maybe I can, I dunno)

(Sis & I after, with the headbands we FUCKING EARNED!!!)

The rest of that day and the next, all my sister & I did was GROAN. EVERY movement hurt; our ankles, knees, shins, calves, abs, shoulders, toes, EVERYTHING HURT. Did I mention my cousin kicked me in the face swinging over the Berlin wall? Because she did. Here's my sexy legs the next day; looks worse in person because this doesn't show the bruises as well.

So would I do it again? Yes.


Just gimme about two years, at least. My next goal is to run a whole marathon; go 26.2!

In other random news, I finally got to spend time with my friend Sarah's baby boy, Noah. Her other son, Nick, turned 5 so they had a pirate-themed party for him and I got to stop by. Here I am sporting my awesome hard-earned headband & holding precious Noah-bear!!