Ladies and gentlemen!
I did it.
I signed up for a race. And not just any race (oh no, my first can't POSSIBLY be easy!). It's 2.91 miles of hell.
No, that's literally what the thing says. Hell. It's a 2.91 mile run, but that's not all.
We're talking 14 death traps. Some are fun. Like climbing the haybales and the junkyard. Others are still mild- crawl through a dark tunnel, the tire run, the uphill run. They get a little more difficult when you have to climb a wall, run through a wind storm, trudge through waist deep water. They get scarier when they make you repel down a cliff, walk a plank, run down a river. Some are rather difficult, like climbing the nets and crawling under barbed wire. But the scariest of all??? That terrifying one?
You have to take a leap of faith. Over a fire pit.
Yeah, about that.
T minus 150 days until I meet my death in a burning blaze. And the sad part is it's at the end of the race, meaning I will have run almost 2.91 miles and conquered 12 of the other obstacles. All that will be for naught when I go up in smoke.
But it'll be fun! Right...? Right?
PS- if you are in the area and care to join me on my suicide mission (along with about 5 or 6 of my friends), here's the link. We run at 9 am on June 5.