Yes, yes he did.
I guess if I'm going to be tossed up over a 15 foot retaining wall, it may as well be by the people I trust most to fix me if I get broken — my doctor, and my husband.
For the past four weeks or so I have been training for one of those obstacle course races where you run in mud and get shocked and fall off of planks. And you scale sheer, towering walls. My husband and I were recruited by friends (one of which is our doctor and his wife) to join their team of a dozen or so crazy people who did Tough Mudder last year and decided to do it again. We have until September to get ready for this thing.
Last night, we had our first team training meeting. We plotted a 3 or 4 mile run up the steep hill, through a playground with monkey bars, over walls of various heights, under benches, back down the hill, and out to the lake to practice running while soaked.
I wish I had my camera with me; it was hilarious!! But there was no way I was going to carry any extra weight than needed.
A month ago, I couldn't run a quarter of a mile without stopping and grabbing my knees as I tried to not die. It was, well, pathetic. I haven't exercised since having this fourth child over a year ago. It was time to get back to working out. I started doing the 30 Day Shred, joined a gym, I've run on various surfaces, and I even met with a trainer. I have never run this much before.
I am in pain, guys!!
And I've gained 10 pounds in the last month!! Good thing I'm not in this for the weight loss at this point.
But I'm getting stronger. I've been dreading this training exercise, knowing that I would be one of the weakest members of the team. Somehow, I survived! I even made it up over this wall.
The good doctor and the firefighter formed a base and we climbed on. They then hefted each of us up and the first person over the top (who was tall enough to even REACH the top) pulled us up the rest of the way. Looking at the wall, I really didn't think I could do it. But they were right, it's all a mental game.
You know what I COULDN'T do?
Watch my husband go up the wall. I was too anxious about him getting himself hurt! I literally couldn't watch, even though I knew my fears were somewhat irrational. I had to walk away! A hundred worst-case scenarios flipped through my mind, just as they would had it been one of my young children precariously scaling a ledge. We were worn out at this point, and I couldn't stand to watch the pending shaky muscle catastrophe.
Apparently he made it too, as he showed up by my side a few minutes later. Our group ran back down the hill, making jokes and doing pushups in random places.
My favorite part of the whole thing was returning that evening from the lake. As we ran up to our back yard, our collective children were at the crest of the hill waving and cheering wildly. They were so excited and proud of us!!
We dried off, stretched, and feasted on the patio as the sun set.
It was FUN! I haven't had fun like that in a long time. It felt good to be just a little bit insane!!
One thing I've learned in all of this:
Cement is not forgiving. Not even a little bit.
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