Warrior Dash

Note to Self. 

Next time Scott wants to do one of these mud-runs, celebrate his crossing the finish line from the driveway when he arrives back home. Last time he did the dirty dash with coworkers, I waddled around (pregnant at 36 weeks) in the heat waiting for him to finish. And I missed him at the end. This time Scott did the Warrior Dash with some coworkers, and it was a different experience all together. We parked and took busses to the race, so I didn't bring a stroller. When we got there, we were hit with a deluge right as Scott finished picking up his registration materials. I have never seen storms like those in the Midwestern sky. When it comes, it comes hard. So we ducked for cover outside the lodge (this was at a "ski resort") with all the other spectators. There wasn't a lot of room, but I was pretty pitiable with my two toddlers, so we got a spot on the bench for me, with Peter on my lap, and Brooklyn on his. 

The kids were fantastic. Despite being cold, wet, and stranded at nap time, they were perfectly content to sit and snack until Scott was finished. His start time was held while they waited for the lightning to subside, so we were there for a couple hours longer than planned. We had to make two diaper change stops and three potty breaks for Peter. The nasty mud and sweaty people all around required that I carry both kids everywhere we went, so I felt like a Warrior myself. As the rain settled down, I walked down with the kids to the finish line to see if we had a shot at catching Scott crossing it, and we did! Yay Scott! Scott had a blast and said that the rain made everything freezing and tripled the mud. I think these obstacle mud runs are so popular because the give adults a chance to be kids again. Yet, I'm not super drawn toward one myself. Sure, I'd run another marathon, but I'm not really into these muddy, gucky, races... running or watching them. I sound like a grouch.