Saturday morning I was woken up nice and early with this text message from Katie:
You guys know I don’t run outside in anything but perfect weather so the idea of running in freezing rain in 3 inches of snow was not appealing to me. Naturally, this was my response that I sent out to all my friends running it with me:
Translation for those of you who are not trained in reading my awful texting or typing (I am seriously the worst at both in case you can’t tell from that picture): there was no way I was going to run in the cold and snow in awful weather. After whining about it for an hour, I got my butt ready, put on my rain boots (practical to wear to a race right?) and went to Lind’s to catch my ride.
And that’s when the fun began.
Meet Ian, Lind’s boyfriend, my running partner and new BFF:
Ian and I are a match made in running partners heaven-we both could care less about our time and are more concerned about making it to the finish line for the post-run beer. Also, neither of us were too keen on running 3.25 miles in straight up snow:
That’s right people, no path. We were on our own, in the woods, running through snow. And it was amazing.
The first half of the race FLEW by. I was so surprised we were half-way done and even MORE surprised to see my beautiful friend Alyssa working the aid station! AKA: time for a picture break.
And one with my running partner who hadn’t yet yelled at me for being too excited or for constantly taking pictures.
Picture break over, back to the race. At this point Ian and reevaluated our goals. We started out with the sole goal of not dying and we were doing much better than expected so we upped that goal. Muddy Monk races are very dog friendly which means 40% of people bring their dogs to run. I’m telling you this because our new goal was to beat as many dogs as possible. Anytime a dog passed us, I would yell at Ian that we weren’t doing so well. I mean, I’m not bitter or anything but these dogs totally saved up till the very end and smoked us at the finish line.
Whatever, I’ll get them at the next race…
At this point, we also passed Art (the Monk) who yelled out to everyone “Hey at least I beat Kelsey!” which was much appreciated considering we were already devastated enough about those 2 cheating dogs beating us.
Whatever Art, I let you beat me since it was almost your birthday and all…ugh.
We managed to finish the race without falling once (and beat 5 dogs)! If you know me and how often I fall, that is a miracle. I found the Monk himself not far from the finish line and forced him to take a picture with me which I can assure, he was less than happy about.
We grabbed some beers, danced to some Third Eye Blind and took an obnoxious amount of pictures.
And threatened our new blogger friend Meghan into taking some pics with us too!
This race was seriously A BLAST and I can’t wait till the next one. Sadly my doppelganger was not to be seen (I spent a lot of time searching in the race photos for him…), BUT I did manage to take another amazing race picture:
That could honestly be my favorite race picture of all time. I think I love it so much because I just look so happy to be out there running. Which is why I love Muddy Monk races so much-cheap registration fees, fun trails, good beer and friends all wrapped into one event. Have you ever seen two happier people at the end of a freezing cold run in the snow?
Though that smile on Ian’s face was most likely due to the fact that he no longer was forced to be in my company, we were smiling the entire race because it was that fun.
So in conclusion, I’m glad I didn’t bail and I love Muddy Monk.
Thank you Muddy Monk for another awesome race! And thank you to my fabulous readers who came over to say hey! You guys are the best and totes made my day!
That’s all the nonsense I have for now!