On Saturday, Hannah and I did our first ever Mud Run. I hate the idea of running, so races have never appealed to me, but the idea of a Mud Run always sounded like it would be fun.
Then Hannah's friend's mom texted me a few months ago about Hannah and I signing for a Mud Run. This Mud Run was just for girls, and it was three miles with sixteen muddy obstacles. It sounded perfect for us.
I asked a friend, who had done a race like this before, what was the best way to train. She said walking or hiking up and down hills, so Hannah and I started hiking up a nearby mountain a couple of times a week for a few weeks leading up to our run. We weren't convinced that our training was going to be super helpful, or that we would notice any benefit, but we decided it was better to be safe than sorry.
Saturday came and we drove out to Bates Nut Farm, which is about thirty minutes away. In the car on the way there, Hannah and I were making predictions about if we would love it or hate it, or if we would ever want to do it again. We really had no idea.
Hannah and I met up with our group of moms and high school daughters. We all wore matching pink shirts. Before we knew it, our heat was starting. And we were off...













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