One tough mini mudder !

Dad is always doing races and he comes home with so many medals that I decided I too want another medal of my own! 

When mom told me there was going to be a mini mudder obstacle race in town I thought it sounded like fun!

Before the race I was slightly nervous but then I made friends with a girl in my heat and I wasn't feeling so jittery anymore. 

While we waited for my turn Morty went to check out the firebrick that was spraying the dirt to make the course muddy. He came back pretty quickly and said that it was too cold and the wind was blowing the spray around. Seconds later my race began and I was off !!

I went through the bouncy house and down the mud hill all the way on my belly. It was fun for about 2 minutes and then I realized how cold, dirty and sloppy I felt. From that moment on I was done and angry with the world!! 

Mom and Morty walked next to me the rest of the way, cheering me on but I knew they just wanted to watch me suffer so I cried and yelled like a wild animal. 

It wasn't pretty or fast or enjoyable but I finished. I walked away with my medal and brown stained shirt, pants & underwear. 

Woop - there it is!