Dear Mud Run,
I would just like to thank you for showing me how incredibly weak I am and then rubbing my face in it. I mean hey, I knew I wasn't Wonder Woman or anything, but I must admit that I smugly thought I was doin' pretty good for having just recovered from baby #1 and already being pregnant with baby #2. You however, showed me how mistaken that assumption was. You got me covered in mud within minutes, you left me breathless after the first mile, you tore up my knees on the low crawl, you left my pride on the ground at the parallel logs, my husband had to practically carry me through the over-under logs, and best of all, the whole world got a great look at my mud-covered, spandex-clad rear end on the high wall. So thank you, Mud Run. My pride is sufficiently checked.
Oh and P.S. I still have mud under my fingernails.
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