A moment that will take a year to live down...

After hundreds of requests, a few pain killers and a couple days to ponder, i can now discuss what happened at Muds to Suds.  First, take a moment to watch this video of Derek Redmond in the 1992 Olympics....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-MRoIDXeuY . ok wait, that shit is just terrible and very sad and only like my situation in that i got hurt right away and finished only because of my pride.....wow that guy is a champion....(hold on i have to wipe a few tears away, seriously, that video is sad and i totally remember that, sorry for suggesting you watch and that i could compare to that.)

I lined up with Sarah and Clayton at the starting line, feeling good, making jokes, and a little anxious.  Finally the race starts.  right away is some tires for some high knees, done.  easy enough.  next we have to run on the beach, that sucked a little but not terrible.  I'm thinking to myself "where is the mud?!"  as we ascend a small hill and turn a corner, the first mud obstacle.  an above ground square pool about 2 and a half feet deep with some ropes criss crossed over the top so you have to put your head in the muddy water.  i see some people in front of me dive in head first so i go for it.  i know it is going to be shallow so i went with the shallow water dive.  my hands hit the bottom and my left in particular.  my left had scraped along some rocks at the bottom that felt like concrete as opposed to sediment.  i pop out covered in muddy water and look at the flap of skin that i now have on my palm.  it looked bad but i didn't think it was deep, so i continue.

the next obstacle is a wall with a slid on the other side.  at this obstacle there is a bit of a line up, as i stand there waiting, i look at my hand and blood is dripping from my fingers.
"oh man that looks bad" Sarah said.

 i took a closer look and realized that under the flap is a gash that was a portal to my thumb meat.

Danny said to Sarah "i think i need to get it checked out".

and with that i left the race...... :(.  it took a while to actually leave the event to go to the doctor so i waited towards the end of the race and when Sarah came around (she left Clayton to the wolves) i jumped back on course to finish with her.

Molly and Evelyn took me to the Urgent Care (which only took a half hour from check in to back in the car, not bad at all).  to make this short and not too yucky, the doctor pushed on my wound, and fat squirted out. ( that wasn't too yucky was it?).

"Oh whoa" said the doctor. "i am going to have to stitch you up."

                                    "oooo mud!"

                                  feet in the air

                                  team chunky dunkers.  Clayton, Myself and Sarah.  (notice the clinched left hand).

4 stitches in the palm of my left hand.  next year i am wearing gloves.

Muds To Suds

It is time for my bi-yearly post.  I like that my blog has turned into a way for me to keep track of all the times throughout the year that i exercise.  My last post was November 2011, that seems about right.  So to stay true to form, this post will be about my next exercise, the Muds To Suds Race.

This coming Sunday i will be participating in a "Fun" run called Muds to Suds.  I will be doing this with my brother in law and sister in law.  It is a 3 mile run with 18 obstacles in the mud.  First off, the last time i ran 3 miles was last week is something that i would never say because it has never  happened.  i don't know if that last sentence translated well being typed out, but in my head i thought it was funny. Anyhoo, i actually am really looking forward to it and i have been appropriately preparing.  I drink at least one beer 5-7 nights a week, i eat as much as possible in any one sitting, i haven't played soccer in over 4 months AND i get anywhere from 5-7 hours of sleep per night.  This course ain't got nothin' on me!  I will prepare race day in my ritualistic manner that i do before every soccer game, which means; i won't stretch for fear of pulling a muscle and i won't do a light warm up for fear of getting tired before it even starts.  I will stand there, jump up and down a few times (maybe), swing my arms around as if that will help my run, and maybe take a few deep breaths and shake out my legs.  That's how i roll and it's been that way for 27 years of playing sports.  I, we, will destroy this course.  Of course there is the added incentive of a beer garden and free message at the end.