On Saturday morning, I will be participating in Tough Mudder. My team is based around people that I can actually say I care about. I don’t say that often. Because people suck.
I get up at 3:15am three times a week so I can go to my bootcamp Soldiers of Fitness, at 5:30am. The physical results are obviously the intended purpose, but what makes it easier to get up, are my SOF brothers and sisters. It takes a specific type of person to do SOF. You have to have the inner strength to continue moving even though it seems like what’s being asked of you is too much. We work through a BRUTAL regime but there’s so much laughing, support and screamed encouragement that you get addicted.
Tough Mudder will be my first ever obstacle “race”. It isn’t timed and is a perfect SOF style course because it’s based on teamwork. Most of the obstacles are nearly impossible to complete without help, hence the team atmosphere.
I found out about TM back in February and I lost my mind. At first when I signed up with the team, my goal was simple. Do not embarrass them. I had just rejoined SOF and was not in peak condition. Six months later, I am very proud of the work I’ve done and so excited for Saturday. If I complete, I will be getting a tattoo to commemorate the day. I’ve never gotten one and never really understood the point of them before. I think I get it now. For me, this will be a badge of honour that I want to wear, not just keep on a shelf with my headband. Perhaps even see it as a physical representation of the changes I’ve made in my life and how I want to keep living it.
I will earn that tattoo.
EDIT ** “If I complete” means I want to cross that finish line of my own volition. Not in a wheelchair because I broke my leg in the Mud Mile :)**