This isn’t my first OCR, though it is my first time writing about one. Each time I stand at the entrance to race, I feed off the energy of everyone else to get me pumped to start off from the entrance with a burst of speed. I can’t help but enjoy the spirit of what these things are about to me, the spirit of pushing yourself to a new height and doing things you wouldn’t normally do. I started doing Tough Mudder thanks to a friend at work who asked if I wanted to do the half Mudder with them. I wound up being late that morning to it and did it solo, starting an hour behind them. By the end of the event, I had caught up to them, but I still took 3 hours to do the half event (I know, not impressive at the least, but it was a start?). From that, I was hooked. I signed up to do the 2016 Dallas Tough Mudder, and not long after, signed up to do the 2017 Central Texas Tough Mudder with plans to do more if feasible.
While I haven’t done any other OCRs yet, I plan to try out more and see just how they are, but I’ve fallen in love with Tough Mudder mostly because of the mantra of Tough Mudder – the leave no Mudder behind and make a friend on the course ideas.
Event Details:
As I walked up to Mudder Village, the first thing I noticed was that they made a minor change that made it nice
With the very traditional speech they start off with, the race kicked off, with a mass of people flooding out of the start. I bobbed and weaved in and out of people to get ahead to where I could maintain a jog, running over small little sand hills and the such. As I ran through the woods, going up and down hills of dirt, mud, and occasionally sand, we got to the first obstacle Kiss of Mud that started off the awesome journey of getting very acclimated with mud, sometimes even a mouthful depending on how close you don’t want to get to the barbed wire. After that obstacle, we continued… running through the woods. During a point before the next obstacle, we went through a very small stream that felt refreshingly cold against our feet as we continued to jog to the next event.
After more and more running, and more and more up hills, down hills, and just hills of sand (yes, there were probably too many hills of sand), we came to the only event that I didn’t fully complete at the Dallas TM last year, Funky Monkey. I literally was about a single foothold away from the platform and fell because I lost my grip but this time, even though they changed it and honestly made it harder (having wheels be the transition to a straight bar instead of a swing, where you literally are flailing around somewhat) and more challenging, and all the more rewarding to finish it with a loud “**** YEAH!” after I landed on the platform at the end. Even more interesting after this event, was not long after, I wound up passing David on a path where two parts of the course intersected, only to hear him scream out “KEEP GOING CHUCK, KEEP THAT PACE!!!”
Then came a new obstacle, called Stage 5 Clinger. While a very interesting obstacle, the bars being what they were, it was near impossible to even keep a stable grip on them at all. After