(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.
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