Rebel Race

About 3 months ago, I registered for an endurance event called, Rebel Race, in New Windsor, NY. New Windsor is approximately an hour and a half away, and not fun to drive after completing the obstacles of the event and being in the sun all day. You're just exhausted by then. It wasn't a very challenging race by any means. Yes, there were SOME challenges, but nothing that wasn't doable. From what I heard from other racers, the Spartan Race is much tougher, and honestly that is something I look forward to trying at some point.

The Rebel Race consisted of running (my fave event), different obstacles such as wall climbs (that were so high, I screamed at the top), rollig down a hill (FUN!!), net climbs, crawling through mud under barbed wire, jumping over a small fire, trail running, balancing across a beam, going down a water slide into a pool if muddy water, going through muddy water tunnels, etc. It was enjoyable & exciting at the same time because you never knew what was coming next. The only negative part was having to wait at some obstacles because of overcrowding. When I was finished, I wasn't as exhausted as I expected to be. Instead, I relived all the events I didn't give my all to, and was thankful that I didn't break any body parts as a few racers did. True story.

Me being me, I had NO desire to crawl through the mud. None. Instead, I squat walked through it & missed the barbed wire ... the first time. On the second mud pool, I used the same tactic. By then, I had slid through muddy water and crawled through a mud water tunnel. Staying as clean as I would have liked was out of the question. YUCK. Still, I tried once again to squat walk through the second mud puddle ... This time, I got too close to the wire, my braid got caught and I was STUCK. It was HILARIOUS. A person happened to be right in front of me, and all I could do was yell, 'Please! Help me!' The individual heard my cry, turned around in what seemed like slow motion, saw me and cracked up. That caused me to crack up, and we both just sat there IN THE MUD, that I so desperately tried to avoid, CRACKING UP! He never did get to come and help me. Instead, my hair somehow became uncaught and we moved forward ... Hands and knees this time through the mud. The idea of being embarrassed never crossed my mind. Oh what a sight that must have been!! Interestingly enough, no one got into the mud while all that was transpiring. It was the funniest part of the whole day!

Turns out some other guys from the gym were also doing the race, so we ran into each other when they finished, and talked about our experiences. It is definitely something I'd like to do again.

Pics :: Me, friends, during and after the race, one of the obstacles, friends completing some of the obstacles. (wow, that was a lot!)