So, if you remember, I told you all I was signing up for a military-grade physical challenge called the “Tough Mudder.” You will recall that I wrote about that event to make sure that I did it — that by announcing to the world that I was participating, I had no choice but to live up to my claim.
Well, I’m not.
My roomie, AAA, decided she was opting for an easier, and cheaper, option: The New York leg of Merrell’s Down and Dirty National Mud Run series. So I followed suit — the usual prelude to our physical challenges — and signed up with her.hat does this mean? It means I need to get my lazy butt into gear and start using my new running shoes for their true purpose. It also means that I need to stop substituting dinner with late-night take-out and rethink the amount of nachos and cheese I intake on a regular basis.
As always, I’m psyched for the challenge, and excited to hit the track with AAA. She has the highest success level with getting me into shape. I think it’s mostly due to the fact that she’s always a step ahead so I’m always trying to keep up. (She li’trally laps me a couple times during our runs.) But it’s also because she’s mastered seeing-through and ignoring my whining, so I can’t BS her with excuses. I try, but she just looks the other way and carries on.
This week starts our training. The challenge is in 7 weeks from yesterday.
I’m pretty sure the training plan she has us on outlines 10 weeks of practice.
We’re already behind.