Last weekend I finally participated in a Warrior Dash and it was AWESOME! Really, the whole weekend was awesome...so now I will give you a play-by-play so you can be jealous of my awesomeness. You're welcome.
I slept fitfully on Friday night because I was very nervous/excited about the Warrior Dash. I have some travel anxiety issues, so I had already read through the Warrior Dash website a few times, I shared the website with bulleted important information for my friends (like what to bring, when to arrive, etc.), and I carefully prepared my weekend packet (which included hotel reservation confirmation, directions to the hotel just in case my GPS stopped working, Warrior Dash waivers for everyone in our group in case they forgot theirs, directions to the dash from the hotel, etc.). Seriously, I have issues. But...I was still fairly certain that I was forgetting something...so I didn't sleep well.
|Pre-Warrior Dash Photo! Look how cute we are!|
Morning came and we were actually ON TIME! If you know Ian and me (or any of our friends), you should know that we are almost never on time. I should clarify...I'm on time to things that matter to me (think anything that involves the courthouse or when I was in school, class, or really anything where someone tells me that I need to be somewhere at a designated time and that someone is not my mom, my sister, or my grandma...and by "on time" in those situations I mean 10-15 minutes early or I'm freaking out and a mess). But for other events, I'm generally late.
Ian has a more fluid definition of "on time" for everything. For instance, if I'm going to be two minutes early to class, I'm not going to class because that's "late" and that is embarrassing...if Ian is going to be two minutes early to class he finds something else to do that will take him 10-20 minutes and then he will go to class. This little difference sometimes causes a wee bit of strife...you see, my travel anxiety combined with Ian's fluid relationship with time...combined with the fact that me nagging him makes him move slower = a really stressful situation for everyone involved.
So...I slept fitfully because I just KNEW we were going to be LATE to the Warrior Dash...and we all know the world ends when you are late to the Warrior Dash. Right?!
Ok, rant over. So, we weren't late. Everyone was actually very prompt and we got out the door and to the middle of nowhere (where the event was staged) in plenty of time!
The first shocking thing about the Warrior Dash was the fact that there were like a thousand people out there at 9:00 AM. I just assumed that people want to sleep in on Saturday...I assumed wrong.
So, we got ourselves all registered and checked our stuff in to the appropriate places, and then we stood around and waited for the race to begin. When it was time to line up, we purposely got toward the back of the pack...saving the serious athletes from the added obstacle of passing us. Two things happened at this point: (1) I was very, very thirsty, so I wandered up to where the table with the water and grabbed a cup and then came back...but everyone had started moving forward and I had a frantic moment where I couldn't find my group. I felt like a child lost in a clothing store. It was embarrassing. (2) I had a moment where I was like, "You really don't want to do this...GET OUT NOW WHILE YOU STILL CAN THERE IS STILL TIME!" I didn't listen to the voice freaking out in my head. That voice lies.
The race started and we were off! Kinda. Really, the people at the front of the line started jogging and we walked forward until it was our turn. Then WE WERE OFF. Kinda. You see, we ran for about 20 feet and immediately started walking...because everyone was walking. The first approximately half mile was straight up a hill...and I wish I was exaggerating but I'm not. I swear!
So...how to describe the course...I was unprepared for the course. I knew we would be running around in the semi-wilderness, but I really hadn't contemplated what that means. We were running through a partially patted down path. There were tree limbs in the way, tall weeds, steps carved out of the dirt, big toe-stubbing rocks, etc. There were portions of the path where you had to run single file...there was poison ivy in the path...it was definitely the wilderness. Also...there were A LOT of hills. I don't care how much I train to run, as long as my training takes place in Kansas, I will never be prepared to run on hills (PS: I'm not saying I actually trained properly for this race...because that would be a lie!).
The obstacles were awesome and I'm proud to say that both Ian and I completed every obstacle! Words of wisdom: if you are planning to do a Warrior Dash...part of your training should include crawling around in the woods. Seriously. That's not pleasant...and there is definitely more crawling than you would expect!
In other news, I didn't fall off of anything! Some of those obstacles required you to climb something really high...and there is no safety "you're dumb and you fell off that really high wall" mat to catch you. If you fall, you land on the ground. So yay! There is a rumor that someone in the 10:30 wave compound fractured his arm (with bone sticking out and all that gross stuff). I have no idea if this is true, but I also wouldn't be surprised.
Our group ended up walking a large portion of the Warrior Dash for a variety of reasons...but I'm proud to say that we all finished and we all had a good time! I think the very best portion of the event is when you get close to the finish line and you can hear everyone cheering...you run around the bend and out of the woods to jump over fire and then into the mud pit for the finish line! So awesome!
I'm definitely planning to do this (and other runs like this) again! (I've started trying to convince Ian that we need to do one in October!).
The rest of the day was really awesome as well! We drank our free beer, listened to some music, and ate giant turkey legs!
|I know, it's a wienie bite!|
|He is actually dancing with the turkey leg...|
|I'll spare you the pics of us going at the turkey leg lady and the tramp style...|
Then we went to the hotel and sat in the hot tub/went swimming all afternoon! It was great!
We continued to celebrate our awesomeness into the evening when we went out on the town. Did you know that Des Moines is actually a somewhat happening place? Or that a German restaurant with a live polka band would be the place where all of the youngsters want to booze the evening away? Me either!
We went out with our fuzzy warrior helmets on...because really, why wouldn't we?! All night long people would yell "WARRIORS!" at us...which was strange. A stranger asked to take a picture of us...and we obliged...
We finished up the weekend with Sunday lunch at a place called Zombie Burger. It was awesome (in a "my heart wants to die just thinking about what I ate) kind of way!
|I made it look strange...but this is their sign!|
|Front of the Menu!|
|Description of what I ate...|
|What I ate...|
|Description of what Ian ate...|
All in all, I call this weekend a success (and I'm thoroughly impressed with Des Moines!).