A Little Bundle of Mud

Boys and their toys mud. I'm sure everyone who reads this has seen the Facebook pictures and knows the story.  Adam, his sister Leah, Devin, Darrah, and two of Leah's friends ran the Tough Mudder race this year.  It was the second time for Darrah and Adam, (Justice, my brother was supposed to race this year for the second time too, but a last minute hardware installation in his shoulder required him to sit out this weekend.  Although, I'm beyond grateful that he came to watch with us.  We don't spend enough time together.)  The weather was 30* warmer than last year, and it was dry the entire day as well (unlike last year).  One thing didn't change, my kid likes to play with trucks in the mud.  The only thing different this time is that Ares didn't mind getting his hands muddy - and neither did Davis.  Success!!!


See, the mud was up to his elbows and he didn't care!   =)


The run was slow this year, as there were a couple of non-runners in the group, but since the 4 year olds got along beautifully, and the weather cooperated, aside from my feet hurting and being a little tired, it was MUCH more enjoyable than I was anticipating, so all in all, the event was great.

At one point, Ares lost his shoe (ok, he lost his shoe 6 times) but one of the times, he lost his shoe and the mud caved in around it.  I had to fish through the mud hole to find it, and eventually did, along with 3 other shoes ("and a yucky sock"- Ares would add in).  He didn't care, just stuck his foot in, and all the gook came out the sides.  Crazy kid. 

Live electrical wires.

A long jump into cold water.

Everyone finished



Some with more hubris than others.  =p