THE DIRTY DASH

Picture this:

The beautiful, natural landscape of midway. Now put a 10k course along the hills among the changing leaves and grass. But not just any course. It must be a course fully equipped to make one completely and hopelessly in love with mud. Simply add several hay barrels, climbing walls, rope swings, and a gigantic water slide to finish it off-now you got a course worth running. A course known as the DIRTY DASH.

All my sisters, Daniel Wade, Ryan Jones, Janica, Dom and about 4,000 others all embarked on the muddiest adventure of our lives Saturday morning. Due to a really good connection from Red Rock, this enjoyable adventure came half-off. Ya girl!!!

People were dressed from business suits and wigs down to simply a white, baby speedo to truly enjoy the mud-lovin, battle-crazin course. Although I have participated in many races, this is unlike any I have ventured before.

We started the course by climbing a hill covered in slick, wet mud. It wasn't twenty yards until Dan got tackled by a grown-man in a speedo. Haha it was quite the sight to see two nearly half-naked strangers tackling each other in the mud. No shame I guess.

Around each corner of the race, there would be HUGE mud piles conveniently placed near a random obstacle. It was way too easy not only to be covered by mud but to be completely and hopelessly immersed in it.

The only apparent features of my fellow friends were the whites of the eyes and the mud covered smiles. We were laughing and yelling chants of a champion the whole course.

There was even one part of the race in which we all trekked through a marsh that smelt like the hippo exhibit at the zoo. It was SO fun!

By the end of the race, we all finished by sliding/running down a 100 ft slide into a pile of mud. We just layed there soaking up the mud with our slippery, seal bodies.

After the race, we slowly began to turn into crusty, mummified bodies.

Let us just say, a warm shower never felt so good!!!

Just lovin' the adventures of college.

Before.

After.

Getting the clumped mud out of the hair was the worst part of the cleaning process.

I am so happy I was able to run with all my sisters. 

Love my little sistas.