The Warrior Dash is a 5K race with various obstacles along the way including hurdling fire, crawling through mud and climbing ropes. In Kansas City, this years race happened to fall on a weekend after a week with several inches of April showers so the track was extra muddy. The weekend remained overcast and the temperatures unseasonably cold. And while no running activity is ever appealing to me, a group of friends convinced me to do the dash last year. It turned out to be a ridiculously messy adventure to which we all agreed we might need a little more conditioning to actually appear somewhat fit to do it again.
What was I thinking – I don’t run, I thought as my friend Jeanne tried to cheer me on and push me to not stop until we got to the next obstacle. Never in my life did I think I would be pleased to fall into a pit of mud or go wading into a murky pond, yet on that day we were like pigs on a farm needing relief from the heat. Toward the end I was so exhausted I could hardly push my body weight over the logs I was attempting to hurdle, just as the fit and fast people from the next wave time effortlessly leapt past me. Jeanne pushed and pushed me until I finally convinced her to run ahead and I’d meet her at the end/ As soon as she was out of sight I pondered if anyone would notice if I laid down to take a nap on the side of the track.
This year my friends all signed up again, and my best intentions to learn to run and build muscle for climbing, I did not prepare at all. Fortunately or unfortunately, I dropped my plans to participate after dealing with the flu days before hand. This year I went as a cheerleader/photographer, maybe next year I will be trained and ready to run.
My fanatically clean friend called me up a few days before she was scheduled to run the Warrior Dash. She planned to run it this year for the first time and had an important question needing an answer.
“Do you have to donate your shoes?” Crystal, asked. While the answer is no, I explained most people do throw their shoes in the suggested piles after running. The shoes are cleaned up and given to charity, while registration fees contribute to St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital. “I just got rid of all my old tennis shoes,” she stressed. Despite knowing the Warrior Dash was scheduled soon, she couldn’t control her compulsive decluttering.
“Well at least when it’s over you will have something to clean,” I optimistically suggested assuming this might appease someone who finds so much pleasure in cleaning.
“Oh no, that’d be too messy.” She reported her husband will be responsible for washing her tennis shoes after the race.