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| words of encouragment upon entering the registration area |
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| FTI team: CLEAN and ready to GO! |
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| Running towards the Arctic Enema (which is a huge dumpster full of ice that you must jump into and swim under a partition) |
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| Just finished climbing over some muddy hills and water holes: one teammate said Nick looked like an African-American ;) |
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| Jumping over a fire pit |
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| Island hopping on some wobbly wooden floats |
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| Funky Monkey- try going up the monkey bars as the rungs twist the whole time |
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| All Done! Finished Well! |
So, here's the low-down on TuffMudder as seen by a spectator. 12 grueling miles...in the mud...up and down hills in the woods. 21 "obstacles" which are really more like cruel forms of physical torture. Thousands of people. Lots of testosterone, energy, muscles and sweat. Mud, Mud and more mud. And, as I said, this is just the point of view of a spectator! It was lots of fun to watch and cheer and marvel at the thousands who willingly signed up for this crazy event. And, they actually all really seemed to enjoy it! There were alot of laughs, grunts, yells, cheers, helping hands and genuine camraderie.
My amazingly strong and tough husband did a fantastic job completing each obstacle and giving his 110% effort. I am so proud of him and his hard work and determination. He is already contemplating another mudder next year. Go babe! Love you so much, tuff mudder!
