Last weekend I participated in the Tough Mudder event, this had been on my to do list for some time, even before I moved to Canada. So when I saw that there was a course in Whistler I just had to sign up; I thought about the scenery, the terrain, and I was sold!
In the lead up to the event I did a fair bit of training, I wasn’t religiously sticking to a plan like I would be with marathon training but I made sure I was able to run 15k without extreme fatigue, I took part in a weekly GWA group class, worked my upper body at least twice a week and continued to teach spin. I would say that I was going into the event with a fairly decent fitness level, maybe not at my peak, but I felt strong and ready to nail it!
The race day was fab, the weather was great (not too sunny nor too cloudy) and the atmosphere was alive and kicking! Everyone seemed energetic, up for a challenge, and friendly! The friendly factor was a good touch; every event I have participated in prior to this has been rather serious; people have been focused on the race rather than the social aspect, meaning that the start line is usually a fairly nervous place. At the start line to Tough Mudder however, we were bopping around, making friends; there was banter, laughter and jokes.
Next minute the whistle blew and we were off. The first 3k run was fairly undulating, up and down, up and down which certainly built up a sweat. So when we came to our first obstacle, “Arctic Enema”, a mini ice water swim, you may think we would be grateful of a cool down… hmmmm!! I was determined to at least attempt every obstacle (I was not paying $120 to walk around them) … so I stood, I counted as quickly as I could “1,2,3” and took the plunge. My God did it sting, but holy moly, once out on the other side… I WAS ON FIRE! Jumping in a pool full of ice and frantically thinking I may die was probably one of the biggest adrenaline kicks I’ve had this year…ask me to go it again and hell yeah, it was amazing. The next few events had me feeling this way, for some reason I get a kick from doing these kinds of things. As the race continued my energy levels remained the same…I was loving it. Some obstacles I enjoyed more than others, some I found weren’t really obstacles at all, some I found really easy as I am small and could shimmy through, others I found more challenging as I’m a bit if a short arse! Regardless, I attempted them all…and even better I succeeded in completing them all! I have a few bruises to show, but no broken bones, no aching body!
Would I recommend it? Yes…it’s a great laugh!
Would I do it again? Maybe, but I’m in no rush too. I feel I’ve been there, I did it well and it was a fab day out. But seen as it’s not the kind of race you do for a personal best I don’t have a strong desire to go out there and do it better! For me it was a fun day out, definitely not the “Toughest event on the planet” though.
I will finish by saying what stuck with me the most: At the start line we had an amazing entertainer pumping us up and getting us ready to go. He spent most of his time cheering and singing, but spent some time reflecting; reflecting on soldiers that have fought for our countries and are no longer with us, and also reflecting on those who aren’t as lucky or as fortunate as ourselves; those with cancer, MS, and disabilities, who would love the opportunity to do something like Tough Mudder but physically or mentally can’t. His words which left an imprint on me were, “When was the last time you did something for the first time?”
We are so lucky to be able to take on these challenges; in the lead up to the event I never thought that I am one of the lucky ones who is able to compete in such an event. His words just made me think when exactly was the last time I did something for the first time? On Sunday I did Tough Mudder for the first time and I am going to continue setting myself goals to do something for the first time! I hope you jump on board too!