This is a tunnel dug right into the ground, angled to the side and back so that there is no light to see by. Again, this was an obstacle that stirred potential fear last year and yet this year, I was not in the least bit afraid of it.
However, I did HEARTILY regret not having gloves and knee pads before I reached the other side. It was muddy and VERY rocky. Sharp rocks. Painful, tiny, multiple sharp rocks.
Eeegads that stung. This obstacle was one in which the mental ability to accept pain and proceed despite the physical damage was entirely necessary. The thing was, I was never actually cut up by this. At this stage I hadn't been scraped at all.
But I did gain some real bruises in my hands from this, and my knees were quite discontent. I just accepted the pain, accepted that there was nothing I could do about it except for get to the other side, and then kept moving.
It's rather rewarding to know that I am mentally disciplined enough to achieve that.

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My Tough Mudder Memoire 2013
Non-FictionI competed in the Montreal 2013 Tough Mudder with my brother, Brad, and my Fiance, Mike.