Getting Dirty

Our friend John turned 50 this weekend, and as part of the celebration he wanted to run the Dirty Duo, an adventure race in Kansas City. The race covered six miles and each teammate alternated between biking and running. At each mile, we had to overcome an obstacle--some were silly (giant inflatable Slip 'n' Slide); some were brutal (climbing forklift pallets, ducking under rope, climbing another pallet...). The final obstacle was a mud pit 40 feet long through which you were to crawl on your belly.

So fresh and so clean. I'm in the upper left. John, the birthday boy, is in the back row with the number "30".

Crossing the finish line with my partner Heather Coates. Notice how my race number has now become a muddy-muddy breech-clout.

Thank Zeus it's over. And thanks to Mary and Suze for the pictures.

I'm sure there's a metaphor for writing here, but I'll let you, dear reader, sort it out.

Have a great week.