Kiss Me Dirty

L-R: Melissa, Heather, Me, Jen, Stephanie

August 25, 2012
Today was the day.

The day I had to face my goal of running a 5k.

The day I had to also face the fact that for the past three weeks, I have not run once. I blame the dog. Ironically, the same dog who was supposed to get my fat butt into shape. Oh well. She's still a puppy.

The day I got really, really muddy.

If you remember from this post, I agreed to do a 5k girls only mud race with some friends. I started exercising early in the mornings in preparation. I've never done a race before, even during those years when I actually considered myself a runner. So I figured a girls only race whose entire point was to have fun and get dirty wouldn't feel competitive.

It was the perfect race for me. More like a mud walk than a mud run.

As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I realized this was basically an excuse for grown women to dress up in Halloween costumes or let their inner slut loose. The team costumes were hilarious... everything from little boy Batman undies and capes to granny panties to "dirty" housewives in aprons and prom dresses. I was kind of a bum this week... our team had an 80s theme (admittedly I don't remember much from the 80s but I was only a kid) and didn't do much for a costume other than buy a hot pink shirt and iron on a "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" logo we made. Oh and I sported a side ponytail.

The course was pretty fun too. I loved all the obstacles. And boy were we covered in mud by the time we finished. Head to toe in gross, slimy, sticky, not-sure-it-was-all-mud (we did run on a horse track) mud. It was so much fun I told Jeff we should get all of my siblings to do one next year.

Thanks girls for the peer pressure to "Kiss Me Dirty!"