By a miracle, and the grace of an awesome employer, Ryan got a day off on Labor Day weekend to do a mud run with me!
(insert squeaky sounds of joy)
We went back to our old stomping grounds in Cache Valley for the race, spent the night with wonderful friends, woke up early, ate some divine pancakes, dropped the kids off at more wonderful friends for the morning, and prepared to get down and dirty.
Crazy-steep water slides, rope walls, manure-filled trenches (or at least that's what I was smelling) were only the beginning. It was an awesome date filled with laughs, a little muddy butt-slapping, and a healthy dose of competition (who was it, again, that vaulted over all those hay bales and whooped someone's trash in the army crawl? Oh yes, that was me!)
Unfortunately, since the finish line was a larger-than-life water slide into relatively clean water
you don't get to see our mud-wearin' warrior selves in these pics.
We'll just have to remember to bring our own photographer next time to follow us through the course!
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