Last week during our town haul meeting at work, our managing director announced that the "lead team" was going to split up in two teams and compete in the Camp Pendleton Mud Run. To add to the mix, they also prepaid for an additional team of 5 to come and compete, and started taking volunteers. Only one volunteer came forward, Kamron.
So ten minutes later, Kam is at my cube asking me to join the team. I quickly gather in my mind everything I know about the Mud Run from Linda who went last year: fun, grueling, messy, challenging. I decide what the heck, I've never really set a physical challenge for myself and this might be the best way to get motivated to start working out again. So I put my name down.
And that's when practicality settled in. I only have 2 weeks to train. 6.2 miles of rough terrain, inclines, river crossings and other obstacles. Crawling through the mud. Knee and hip pain whenever I try to run more than 2 miles. Before I freaked myself out, I went jogging that night just to see how far and fast I could go.
I walked/jogged about 4.5 miles in just under an hour. It's a very slow/easy pace but it wasn't that bad. My heart kept up very well, all of the cycling I did this summer definitely helped. My legs, however, weren't in the best shape but I think this is something I can train up for, if I can find the time. Unfortunately I was super sore for 2 days after that so I haven't had the chance to run again. Will definitely go again tomorrow night.
So ten minutes later, Kam is at my cube asking me to join the team. I quickly gather in my mind everything I know about the Mud Run from Linda who went last year: fun, grueling, messy, challenging. I decide what the heck, I've never really set a physical challenge for myself and this might be the best way to get motivated to start working out again. So I put my name down.
And that's when practicality settled in. I only have 2 weeks to train. 6.2 miles of rough terrain, inclines, river crossings and other obstacles. Crawling through the mud. Knee and hip pain whenever I try to run more than 2 miles. Before I freaked myself out, I went jogging that night just to see how far and fast I could go.
I walked/jogged about 4.5 miles in just under an hour. It's a very slow/easy pace but it wasn't that bad. My heart kept up very well, all of the cycling I did this summer definitely helped. My legs, however, weren't in the best shape but I think this is something I can train up for, if I can find the time. Unfortunately I was super sore for 2 days after that so I haven't had the chance to run again. Will definitely go again tomorrow night.
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