This past Saturday morning I rose at 7:00 to be out of the house at 8:00 to be in Mountain City Georgia by 9:45. To get checked in and lined up the coordinators of the Warrior Dash ask that we get there at least an hour and forty five minutes before our wave. That extra time gave me time to panic, “The race starts on an incline!!” It also gave me time to calm down, “No one who has finished that I have seen has been bleeding or has needed oxygen.”
The climb up and up and up at the start nearly ripped my unconditioned lungs from my chest; but that pain didn’t last forever. The obstacles were awkward, dirty and usually a pain in my ass … a lot like the ones I encounter on a daily basis.
Three days later I am still feeling the effects of them…a lot like the ones I encounter on a daily basis.
The atmosphere was one of the most supportive and warm ones I have ever encountered. Strangers helping strangers climb over barriers, pull each others shoes from thick mud and maneuver barbed wire. Even if they weren’t on my team we were all on the same team, and that was something I see too little of nowadays.
The Warrior Dash was one of the greatest things I have ever done because it made me to think fast and not doubt myself. When faced with water shooting into you face while standing on a two by four one story in the air what can you do? I chose to close my eyes and start walking. One foot in front of the other as I imagined myself on a balance beam. And I made it easily and safely to the other side.
Will I do it again? YES
Will I do a bit of hill training before the race? HELL YES!
Take that you crazy 2014 To-Do list!!