I do! Here’s what happens when a girl gets Down and Dirty with a bit of Dash…
I meant a mud run you ding-a-ling. I just came back from a 3 kilometer mud run with obstacles. And when I say mud, its the slimy, slick, gooey, sticky icky kind. The one where it swallows your whole leg, clings to your shoes, just plain dirty and uber fun.
It all happened today, the 1st of December 2012 at Nuvali, Sta. Rosa Laguna. It’s the Triple D: Down and Dirty Dash with Project Pink Cancer Support Group as the main beneficiary. Its an all girl 3k fun run through a mud obstacle course. I joined the 3rd wave of participants named Wave Fighters and kicked off at 6:30am.
Looks like I was too fast for the camera, eh. See the fuschia pink shirt and the streak of fuschia on the hair? That’s how cool our group was. Too bad I don’t have personal photos of us sticking our feet knee deep in mud, going all fours inside a barrel half-filled with water, wading chest deep in murky water with hidden muck on the bottom and slip sliding a 15 feet high mound. All of these done with style by my group…
Meet my new buddies:
Barbara (leftmost)- the bubbly, funny, energetic femme who tried dunking one of the male marshals at the mud pit
Ela (to my left)- our very own dirty doctor who held my hand so tight I never slipped the whole race and was the brainchild of the combo outfit of fuschia top, black bottoms, black wristband and the fuschia hair streak. We were hot pink and lovin’ it.
Karen (leftmost) – my cousin once removed and our ultimate secret weapon to win this race. An avid runner who does triathlon and 21k runs with awards here and abroad but never got this dirty in any run until today. Now she can include dirty running in her sports portfolio.
Finishing is cool when you get finisher shirts like this and get to shower with girlfriends in the open.
We missed 2 mates who can’t make it and our common friend Fritzie who invited me to this fun run. We missed you Fritz! And oh here are my 2 photographers who came for the free ice cream. Thanks boys for the snapshots. Oh and did I say Ernie my hubby was my driver, water boy, personal marshal, alarm clock, checklist ticker, prep assistant and more? Thanks partner!
Wait for this event again next year. It will redefine your concept of exercise.
Looks like I need new shoes. Hear that my darling husband?!