Matt and his gang had trained, prepared, and purchased performance fabrics. They gathered as a group, listened to pep talks, and had to climb over a wall to even begin the race. As they ran away from the start, I was giddy with pleasure at not having to do it myself. But then it started to look like they were really having fun.
|Just dudes in mud.|
|Ceremonial finish-line sweatbanding.|
|Then they got handed beer.|
|Then shower time.|
If I'd been thinking that the race looked really fun, the electrical component was a deal breaker for me.
Hank loved the whole scene.
And somehow I was really tired after all of this, even though I didn't do anything. I did step in an ant bed though. My struggles! And then we set out for a night at the beach and Hank threw up all over the inside of the car as we passed through Statesboro but it all turned out okay.
If you are into it, there are more mud pics here.
And then yesterday, my brother-in-law Jason did this down in Sydney. Only it is autumn there. Crazy! These boys and their games.