Trudging through waist deep pools of mud is liberating. It feels like falling backwards 20 years--forgetting about all that worries me now as I slide down hills of dirty slime. My mud run with Famous & co. was a momentary reprieve from adulthood. This morning, all I cared about was how I was going to hoist myself over the 10 foot hay-bail road blocks. Incredible. It was the best birthday gift a gal could ask for.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
The Dirty Dash
Trudging through waist deep pools of mud is liberating. It feels like falling backwards 20 years--forgetting about all that worries me now as I slide down hills of dirty slime. My mud run with Famous & co. was a momentary reprieve from adulthood. This morning, all I cared about was how I was going to hoist myself over the 10 foot hay-bail road blocks. Incredible. It was the best birthday gift a gal could ask for.
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Love every moment! Even when I couldn't open my eyes because of the mud running down my face... I was having a blast. And these things are always better with YOU around!! Thanks again for daring to get dirty!!!
ReplyDeleteNext year, I hope there is a place we can meet up to do it again!! Boise has an annual Dirty Dash... :)
I totally want to do a Dirty Dash!! My SIL did one last year in Austin and said it was incredible! YOu look like you had tons of fun!!
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