This past weekend I traveled to Texas to join my lovely cousin in running a 5k Jailbreak mudrun.
We ran just over 3 miles, climbed over walls, through tires, up cargo nets and trudged through pits of mud, small lakes, and army crawled in dirt under “barbed” wires. Sound horrible? It wasn’t. It was AWESOME!
As I write this, I am on the plane flying home to Los Angeles from Dallas, Texas. My whole body is sore from Saturday’s adventure, and my little ankle is also raging at me.
Here’s a quick play-by-play on my run:
Our heat started at 11, but because we overslept a bit, we started with the 11:30 heat. And “heat” was a very good term for it. The Texas sun was beating down on us as we started our first mile.
As with any run, the first mile was HORRENDOUS. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it. It started with a run down a short hill and slipping through a ditch full of thick mud. Lovely. After a while, we were running through the shaded part of the race and then came the first REAL obstacle. We had to climb up a pile of bales of hay. These bales were huge and came up to my chest. Good luck, right?
I made it over, barely, and crawled my hay-covered lazy butt to the first water station.
From there, though, I picked up. I still walked a bit, but was able to run a lot more. My knee (yeah, that same knee that’s been giving me grief for over a year) started to hurt a little bit, but it went away and I continued.
Obstacle after obstacle was overcome. I was having a BLAST!
We passed the mile 2 water station and I was feeling good. Shortly after that, I stepped on something that made me twist my ankle and almost stumble dramatically to the ground. My ankle hurt a bit, I managed to catch myself from face-planting into the grass, and I moved on.
There was a bit of a line leading up to the next obstacle so I got a bit of a rest for my ankle. By the time it was my turn to climb over the muddy wall, I was feeling fine again.
I was able to finish the rest of the race easily and enjoyed every minute of it bonding with my fellow racers.
After we got unceremoniously hosed off, we headed back to the car and to Central Market for lunch. Central Market, I guess, is a Texas thing. It’s a bit like a Whole Foods and has glorious things to eat for lunch.
After lunch we decided to walk around the store and gather items for dinner.
That’s when it all went downhill. My ankle began to hurt so much that touching it KILLED me. I broke out into a sweat trying to breathe through the pain. I ended up riding in the shopping cart out of the store. Ridiculous sight, I’m sure.
I had no idea an ankle could possibly hurt so much!
However, a strict regimen of ice-heat-ibuprophen-repeat seems to really be helping. Crutches and an airport wheelchair have gotten me where I am. I am fully certain that I’ll be fine by Tuesday. I’m a total fighter!
What do I have to show for my fight through the mud?
1) a wounded ankle
2) a perfectly fine knee (everybody had bets going that my knee would give out)
3) cuts and bruises on my knees and shins (the sign of a warrior)
4) a bright orange shirt declaring that I participated in an awesome race, and
5) a cheap medal that I wore with pride after the race.
6) Memories of slopping around in mud, laughing hysterically with my cousin
For lunch on Sunday (after getting me crutches and a new ankle wrap), we went to Spiral diner in Dallas. (More about all the food in another post).
How was your weekend?!