This past Saturday I participated in Pretty Muddy. I heard about this race last year, but not until after I had other committments on race day. I’d done the Warrior Dash and loved it so the idea of an all-women’s version was awesome. I decided to shoot for the 2013 race. Getting to be a Pretty Muddy Blogger and run for free was just icing on the cake I’d already decided to bake.
On to race day…we’ve already talked about how I don’t do much prepping for race day. Well, it kind of bit me in the ass this time around. I forgot which wave I’d signed up for and ended up getting up much earlier than necessary. (Although, realistically I probably would have woken up just as early regardless. My ability to sleep-in is pretty much non-existant.) So since I had a lot of time before I needed to leave, I spent most of the morning screwing around the house rather than getting things together because I had “plenty of time to get there.” As a direct result, I completely forgot to take extra clothes and shoes. Because getting covered in mud and getting in my car with cloth seats could only end well, right?! Of course, I didn’t realize this until turning around was just inconvenient enough that I wasn’t going to bother. I’d figure something out. I also didn’t bother to read any of the pre-race emails until I was on my way to the race…oh, there’s a $10 parking fee?! Well then, it’s a good thing my bank has a branch kind of on the way…
So, minor hiccups of my own doing aside, the race went very smoothly. Parking was easy peasy. I had a little bit of concern about my tiny car driving through the field to park, but it was totally little car accessible. Registration was quick and easy. Gear check was quicker and easier. They recommended you get there an hour early for check-in, but that was totally unnecessary. I was supposed to start in the 10:00 wave. I got there at 9:30 with plenty of time to check-in, watch the WERQ fitness class that was being demoed and still start in the 9:45 wave. The wave started with very little fan-fare.
The run itself was not really what I was expecting. For one, there was very little running. The event was untimed and billed as a fun-run, but I seriously felt like the odd-man out for running more than the first 50 yards. There were even a few points were I felt like I was being judged by the other participants for actually running!
I was also expecting the course to be something more akin to the Warrior Dash, lots of mud with obstacles interspersed. This was more like a trail race with a few kind of muddy pit stops. The obstacles were your standard climb over walls and up nets, duck under things, crawl through the mud pits, but none of them were really very muddy. I was trying not to get terribly muddy since I had no clean clothes to change into and staying mud-free from the waist up was pretty easy. There was a lot of participants who seemed to be actively trying to avoid getting muddy at all. This was a little aggrivating at points because it caused back-ups at obstacles and well, you signed up for a mud run, what did you expect?!?
I finished the race, got my medal, and went in search of the (very well hidden) rinse off station. I hosed off as much mud as I could from my pants and headed back to my car. Luckily, I never took my Zooma swag bag out of my car so the race shirt and yoga mat where still in my back seat. I changed my shirt in the parking lot, and unrolled the yoga matt to cover my seat. Victory was mine! Moral of the story? Don’t listen to your boyfriend when he tells you your car is a disaster and you need to clean it out.n You never know when you’re going to need a clean shirt and a yoga mat to sit on.
All in all, I had a good time, but I’m not sure I’d do it again. Well, I definitely would not do it again by myself. The event was definitely designed to be done with a group of friends. If I could manage to round up a group of girlfriends to do this with me next year, I would probably do it again.