The one that is really hard work
After another week of not running (another work trip away) my next race was the Shropshire Mud Run – Round 5 at Bomere Lake. Having not competed in Rounds 1 to 4 I was a little unsure of what to expect!
It had rained heavily for a week so I was expecting it to be muddy, boggy and cold … and how right I was. The Shropshire Mud Run team had been uploading photos all week on their Facebook page of the mud and lake that was to be experienced – and the pictures didn’t give the full impact of what was there!!!
I had dragged the husband to this one, as I didn’t want to run it alone. I was (secretly) hoping to beat him, especially as he doesn’t run. My hopes were dashed in the first 4km when he went speeding ahead and I struggled to get through the mounds of wet mud.
I have to admit, it was one of the hardest races I have done. I found it really difficult to run the first half which was on a Motocross track. I seemed to have no bottle when running down the slopes and took them slowly like a wuss!!! As much as the hubster kept telling me to ‘just go for it’ I still hesitated. When we got to a sign saying 4km I felt like crying … I was certain that we had covered more distance than that. But on we went.
Once we’d got round the track and were heading through the woods things got a lot easier and I found my rhythm. I enjoyed jumping fallen trees, fighting with brambles and thorns and jumping into deep smelly sink holes, and I was no longer regretting signing up.
At the end of the run you climbed on to a pontoon and belly flopped into a lake. Again, I was a wuss and did a seat landing in. I went right under (and it was very cold) but it did give me a chance to wash some of the mud off. A quick dash to the finish, holding hands with the husband, and we had finished. I feel a little guilty, but I did come first out of the two of us … by about 0.5 of a second!!
This was one of the hardest runs I have taken part in. It was great fun and I thoroughly enjoyed it but the first 4km over the Motocross track was tough going. I described it as trying to walk home on a Saturday night, wearing very high heels, after quite a lot to drink! My legs just wouldn’t go were I wanted them to and I was all over the place.
There were also lots of opportunities for some more awful race photos for the collection!
It hasn’t put me off … I will be signing up for another one. But only after I have finished all my training for London. I can’t risk an injury.