Tough Mudder: What Was I Thinking?

Tough Mudder is the self-proclaimed

"toughest event on the planet."

I signed up for this.

I'm sitting on my couch.

Eating Reeses Peaces right now.

The event is tomorrow.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?!

For those of you not familiar with Tough Mudder, 

check out this very scary & intimidating video

Maybe I should have watched this before I signed up

or maybe I should have actually trained to run 10 miles

or maybe I should just stop being such a baby

when it comes to pushing myself to the limit...

But the limit is just so hard.

And not running is great.

Like, the best thing ever. 

Who actually enjoys running?!

No one.

Either way, I'm signed up,

I'm going put my all into it (at least until I puke),

and I'm going to be a Tough Mudder dammit!

Or, I'll fail & break something.

I guess it's a good story no matter how it plays out.

I've been psyching myself out/re-assuring myself

about the race by watching YouTube video after YouTube video.

I mean, if the girl that was more concerned about

bringing her lipgloss on the course can do it, 

SO CAN I!

So why am I partaking in an event

that consists of everything I hate?

Well, for one - they give you a beer at the end of the race.

Two - it's part of my brilliant New Years resolution

to try something new every month.

One of those being a race and lucky me,

because my friends were putting together a team.

So this weekend I will push myself past my comfort zone, 

attempt to run 10+ miles (haha okay) & hopefully find that my

mind over matter does in fact exists.

If all else fails, I have some pretty great friends

that will (fingers crossed) 

pull me over some walls to get to the finish line.

AKA electroshock therapy.

I guess our friendships will be tested as well.

BRING IT ON TOUGH MUDDER!