(If you ever write about characters who run frantically from zombies, chainsaw wielding yokels, or rabid animals, this makes for great research)

There’s nothing better on a Saturday morning than getting dirty.  Innuendo aside, the MudDog Run 5k had multiple stream crossings, a sea of mud, climbing walls, and a slip-n-slide to die for.  And mud.  There was mud.

Here we are prior to the race.  Notice the cleanliness.

I'm the squeaky clean one in the middle

As soon as the starting gun went off, we ran down a steep embankment and across a stream.  Of course, when the stream Continue reading →