“There’s always gonna be another mountain, I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle, sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there, ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb!” -Miley Cyrus
Do you ever have that feeling where you want to crawl into an underground, muddy, pitch black tunnel? No? …Me neither. And yet, that’s exactly what I did last Saturday. I, along with a few other crazy girls, ran the Rugged Maniac race down in Richmond. And would you believe it, WE WON! Yep. The whole thing. Ok, if we’re going to get technical, this wasn’t actually a “timed” race – but I’m pretty sure if it had been, we would have definitely taken first place. We were fierce as we plunged into mud, crawled under barbed wire, high kneed it through tires, army crawled through the death tube (muddy, pitch black, underground tunnel), leaped through fire, scaled 20 ft walls, and took out one middle aged man at the ankles as we slid down the 100 ft water slide at lightening speed. Poor guy never even saw us coming…
While we may not have taken home any trophies, we settled for making sure everyone at the after party knew that we were, in fact, the champions. Our green shirts drew attention – we were “the girls who took that guy out”. The guy at the beer tent knew that we had won and commented on how awesome we were every time we got a beer.
Our recipe for success:
- a super awesome bachelorette/birthday girl who wants to spend her special weekend running through mud
- an amazing group of friends cheering you along from the sidelines, taking pictures of you busting your butt, and bringing you cold beer along the course
- homemade shirts that make you look way cool (and using t-shirt scraps as hand bands is a must)
- hydrate the night before with plenty of wine and nuun.
In all seriousness, we did have a great time, we did hydrate with wine and nuun and then beer and nuun and then whiskey and nuun, we (Tina) did take out a middle aged man, and we did conquer each obstacle fearlessly and usually through bouts of laughter. After scrubbing the mud off our bruised and battered bodies, we got dolled up and headed out on the town! The night was filled with singing, dancing, a couple drag queens, whiskey (yes, we’re a little southern) and a lot more laughter!
As is after each time that I’m with my girlfriends from home, my body hurt from laughing so much (and my feet hurt from the 4in heels I wore out). It’s truly amazing to me that after 15-20 years of friendship, we are still as close as ever. We are not the same girls we were in grade school, the fools we were in college, or even the young adults we were right out of college. We are moms, wives, entrepreneurs, nurses, teachers, farmers, runners, lovers of wine (and nuun haha)….and best friends. I don’t know what I would do without these girls. They keep me grounded and sane and honest. We might not talk every day, or even for weeks at a time, but when we do, it’s as if no time has passed.
In a couple of weeks Caroline will marry her (boy) best friend, a man who is every bit as worthy of her love as she is of his. I can’t wait to stand behind her on the biggest day of her life and watch as she says “I do”. I just hope that Hunter realizes that he’s not just marrying Caroline…we’re a packaged deal, buddy 😉
So, we didn’t win a prize for winning the race. Bummer. But we did win the best girlfriends any one could ever ask for.
As much fun as I had with my girls, I was oh so happy to get home to my boys!
We had a great family day on Sunday that involved sanding deck chairs, planting flowers (I know, I guess I’m a gardener now) and climbing trees.
It’s a pretty sweet life that I live. It’s okay if you’re a little jealous 😉