Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Warrior Dash 2012

November 12, 2012

Although there has not been a large lapse in my exercise, I felt very unprepared for this Warrior Dash.  The lack of weight loss has been weighing on me (no pun intended), and although the negative voices in my head are not as loud, they are still ever present.

But, the day had arrived.  I had my racing tiara ready to go, and we took off to my sister's the night before the race.

In the morning, we got ready to go, and I went to get my tiara.  And it wasn't there.  I knew I had brought it with me because I wore it for a minute in the car.  So I went back to the car to find it, but it wasn't in the car.  It was in the driveway.  Where I had ran it over.  It was in pieces, and I was so sad. 

Alas, a Warrior Princess must prevail; so we took off to Cedar Creek without proper adornment.

We were all set to go.  This year it was my sister and I, and her friend Chris and his daughter Mary.  Che and her husband were to join us, but unfortunately  we got separated, and we ended up in different waves.  =(

We only ran the first half mile or so since Mary was recovering from a week of illness.  But we were fine with that.  The weather was beautiful, and we were just happy to be out doing the Dash.

The first obstacle was the Breakdown Barricade.  This is where you jump over a fence an then have to crawl under some barbed wire a couple of times.  I was happy to find that this year, I was able to get over the barricades much easier and I didn't have to flop myself over them.  There was a man struggling to get over them, so I gave him some encouragement along the way.  Next up was the trenches.  This year the ground was not as soft, so I squatted myself along to get to the other side.  

Pretty soon, we were caught up an backed up at another obstacle.  I think this was called the Cliffhanger, although we had to pull ourselves up a slope rather than repel down.  Some people were attempting to climb it without the rope; but I knew I would use the rope.  We continued on and once again found ourselves backed up for the same obstacle, although this one was a little steeper.   It was also here that we found ourselves being lapped.  Guys were running ahead of the line and taking their turn.  Some people got a little irritated with that.  One of the runners shouted, "We're actually racing!" like the rest of us are only faking it.  I get what he means; he was going for time and prizes.  Fine.  But I think if you want to be a contender, you should sign up for the first wave so you don't have anyone ahead of you.  You can't expect to cut in front of lots of people and not expect for someone to get upset.  This is what I'm thinking, and then it was time for me to take my turn.  I'm climbing up the slope and all of a sudden the rope is being pulled up between my legs and getting harder to use because one of these guys cannot wait for me to finish getting up the slope.  I looked back and was all, "WHAT THE HELL?" and he was all, "Sorry." But I don't think he was.  It was rude.

After this second slope, I was feeling pretty good.  I know I have slacked on my strength training all this time, but I was happy to find that I was stronger.  I felt stronger, and I could tell that these obstacles felt easier than before.  So now, I'm hearing the Rocky song in my head, and I'm feeling pretty good.

Then we saw a Kobota coming to get someone that had torn a ligament.  Yikes!

I think the next obstacle was Hard Rain.  This was our first water obstacle.  We stepped into murky water to get to a wall.  This is basically like a reverse Great Warrior Wall.  You had to climb up a ladder first and then come down the other side using a rope and small slats.  The extra kick here was they were dousing us with water at the same time.  So I'm climbing up this ladder, and you can't see anything because the water is falling down as well as being sprayed on you from the side.  And I slipped.  I didn't fall down, but I did have to pull myself back up.  After that I was kind of nervous about slipping, so I was slow and careful.   Cautious, but still feeling strong.

And then we hit the Capsized Catamaran.  

Into the dirty water we go.  And it's deep.  Chest deep.  And there's some sort of weeds floating around hitting my legs.  Now would normally be the time that I start freaking out, but instead I'm looking ahead to the buoys we have to get over.  I jump up and pull myself up.  But I can't get up.  Again, I try to pull myself up; and I am not successful. I start shouting to Angie that I can't get up.  I move over to her side hoping the water is not as deep and I can pull myself up.  But she has to help me to get over.  Back into the water we go, and it's even deeper.  Like I can't touch deeper, so I start slowly swimming to the next buoys.  And those weeds are sweeping past my legs again.  The water gets less deep as we get to the next buoys.  And now I'm angry.  I was feeling so strong and now I can't pull myself up over this damn buoy.  And I was going to be damned if I wasn't going to pull myself up on this next one.  I cursed out loud as I jumped up and pulled my leg up.  I think I kept cursing until I was up and I knew I would make it.  And I did as I heard the Rocky song playing in my head.  Back into the murky water I went to the plank where we had to use a rope to pull ourselves out of this river.  Well, it wasn't as easy as I had thought it would be.  The plank was a little higher than expected, and when I jumped up, I banged the crap out of my shin.  And it hurt!!!  Once I was up, you could already see the forming of a bruise.  It throbbed and ached for the rest of the race.  

The Rocky song stopped playing.

Next thing I remember is Mud Mounds, which wasn't hard but rather annoying.  These were five mounds of mud that you had to climb over.  The surface was either slippery or rocky, basically anything but stable.  My legs actually got a little tired on this one, but it wasn't bad.  I definitely started feeling that I was definitely getting a little more beat up this year, but I was still good to go.

Instead of the Road Rage and Storming Normandy, we had an obstacle that was a mix between the two.  This one was a long run of tires covered by a net.  So basically you had to bear crawl under this net and through the tires.  About half way through it, I said, "Can I just say...that this SUCKS!"  It was a lot of tires.  The good part is, I started feeling pretty strong again, because last year I wouldn't have been able to bear crawl for any length of time much less over tires.  So Yea!

We knew now we were reaching the end.  We came up to the Teetering Traverses.  I was ready for this one, but then I kept thinking about the woman who was carried off on a gurney last year.  I didn't know it at the time, but when our pictures came back, I saw it.  And then this woman was yelling, "It's so high!" and I told her not to look down.  But I did take my time.

Right after that was the Cargo Climb.  I used my knee to pull myself up because my legs were tired, and I gave myself a nice big bruise on my knee to show for it.  Up and over we went, and again, I felt the climb was easier than last year.
Then came the wall.  I actually paused for a minute here.  It seemed like I couldn't do it.  I couldn't quite figure out the timing of it or something, and I remembered getting back on a bike after so many years, and I knew it was going to be a piece of cake.   I pulled up, and there was no turning back.  I had another moment of panic however, when I couldn't get a good grip on the top of the wall.  But it was just a moment, and then I was over it.   Angie and I high fived after that, and then we were rounding the corner to the end. 

 It was time for the Warrior Roast.  We ran to the fire.  Angie said, "Are you ready?" and I said, "NO!"  Because I can't jump to save my life.  I am a horrible jumper!  But it was now or never, and I was facing another first, so I ran anyway.

And then I jumped!  Over the fire!  And again over the fire again and again!  And I actually leaped!  It was awesome!

Last was the Muddy Mayhem, and I saw my family right before I went into the mud pit.  The mud was thicker and more shallow than last year, but this time I didn't have to fight to get out of the pit.  I was out, and then Angie and I danced our way over the finish line.

Last was the Muddy Mayhem, and I saw my family right before I went into the mud pit.  The mud was thicker and more shallow than last year, but this time I didn't have to fight to get out of the pit.  I was out, and then Angie and I danced our way over the finish line. 

Another Warrior success!


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