Tough Mudder

I signed up for the Berlin Tough Mudder several months ago thanks to a very convincing coworker. A few weeks before the event, I found out that I was selected for flight school, so I tried to back out to prevent any injuries before I leave. Luckily, said coercer kept me on track. During a meeting which I was absent for, our team of 9, decided on wearing onesies. I love team spirit, but I could not get on the onesie boat. I hate seeing adults in them and definitely didn't think they would be comfortable during a 12 mile obstacle course. All I could think about was the inevitable camel toe of my life. No thanks. So I pretended to order one but never did and when the day finally arrived, I confessed that I never wanted one and didn't buy one. I felt a little bad but reminded everyone that I wasn't there for the team's worst decision.
As you can see in the pictures, I am wearing real work out clothes and not the least tactical sportswear ever. It turns out that all but one person shed the onesie before or within 5 minutes of the race anyway. All I missed out on was a photo op. A photo op that I wanted nothing to do with. I am proud to say that I still do not own an adult onesie.
The race was more fun than I expected. I always thought they were a little dumb and I secretly judged the people who wore their "Finisher" shirt to the gym. I also secretly vowed never to wear mine in public. I did the course and had a great time. I was freezing and tired at the end. I skipped two obstacles that I thought I could hurt myself on. All I could imagine was being 65 years old and telling people that I was going to be a helicopter pilot but then I hurt myself in a Tough Mudder. I was more than happy to skip two obstacles.
Upon finishing, you get a beer and your shirt. I snuck a couple extras (beers) and threw my shirt in the back of my car. I got home, washed it and realized that it was the softest shirt ever. I started by wearing it around the house. Then I gave up and I wore it to the gym. I'm sorry to all the people I secretly judged. I'm a bad person. I wear my Tough Mudder Finisher shirt in public!

The walk to the course. A few teammates were already in costume.

Before the mud began.

Wearing oh, I don't know, running clothes. They write your number on your head so you can view photos taken of you along the course. Mine sweated off in about 10 minutes. Also, the photos are ridiculously over priced so I will just look at these pictures and imagine them with mud rather than paying for them.

The whole team...in onesies. We started out with close to 20 people and only 9 made it to race day. It was definitely better going as a team. We all had so much fun!