I just signed up for a Tough Mudder race. Haven’t heard of it before? Watch this.
“If you can do this – you can do anything you put your heart and your mind to.”
Seriously. I’m doing that. Let’s face it. I’m not a runner. I can’t do even one pull up without some assistance. I’m not sure I could be described as someone in great shape. But for the past week (and the next 5 months), I’ll be training for the Tough Mudder finish line. And it feels bigger than me. Bigger than anything I could ever accomplish. So I had this big emotion and I’m all proud of myself. Then, when my trainer told me this was going to be hell, I was (for good reason) really f-ing nervous. My TRAINER is scared for how she’ll survive this and I think I’m going to finish?
Then I thought “Wait. In a race with this much mud, this much disgusting shit, there has to be a video of people falling down.” Karma is going to be a bitch but it makes me feel better.
Stop judging me, I have a sense of humor and people falling down is really funny. The Jackass industry was founded on it.