Tough Mudder

Yesterday, Chris and my brother Dave found out what tough really means. (Imagine that being said by The Rock). I drove them out to Beatty, NV, a little town an hour and a half or so North of Las Vegas to participate in Tough Mudder. It's a ten to twelve mile mud race with about 20 obstacles that include escalating monkey bars over ice water, swimming in ice water under barrels, videogame-like platforming jumps, the list goes on. Here's a before and after:

 

Nike and I waiting for them at the finish line. They had to walk through a huge wall of exposed electrical wires while jumping over haystacks in mud at the end.

And look at those happy, accomplished faces.

 

And you may ask why was I there? I was the answer to what would have been a fight for the answer of, "Who's gonna drive home?" Now Chris is laying next to me curled up in bed and if it wasn't for work, I think he would be doing that all day today.