A few days ago, I awoke with this email in my inbox:
With an invitation like that, how could a girl refuse? And since none of my friends were around to run it with me, I forced Max into running it. After explaining this to Art, I got another beautiful email from him:
Needless to say, I knew I was going to have a blast at this race. And don’t worry, Max was super unhappy that he would have to pick-up his packet under the name PartyDog. I love my life.
On Saturday morning, we drove out to the start and only got lost about 40 times. Entirely my fault of course-but partially Max’s for even attempting to put me in charge of navigating us to get there. If you know me, that’s about the worst idea someone can have. We started the race a few minutes late but the beauty of Muddy Monk races are that it doesn’t matter when you start, just get your butt on the trail and run. So we did just that.
When we lived back home, Max and I ran a few races together but since moving out to Chicago it has yet to happen. I almost forgot why I don’t enjoy running races with PartyDog as much as my friends, but it all came back to me the second we got on the trail.
That is all I saw the entire race- Max’s back. You see, Max thinks that running with someone means running IN FRONT of someone- the entire time. Most of the race I spent looking for race photographers and yelling at Max to actually run with me for 2 seconds. To which his reply would be I AM. And my reply to that being NO YOU’RE NOT. Lovebirds we truly are.
After being pissed at Max for about a mile, I spotted the race photographers. Game on. Until I saw that the photographers were none other then my friendies Sarah and Meghan! I can’t even being to describe how excited I was to see them on the course AND the that they were the ones taking pictures! After a lot of high-pitched screaming from the three of us, I went back to yelling at Max. Don’t worry though, they caught my excitement of seeing them on camera:
The course was interesting. It was very traily if that makes sense (it doesn’t) ? It was way different than any other Muddy Monk race I’ve ever run. We went out and back, under trees, through some kind of secret garden and through so much mud. The part I loved best was that the out and back was out and back to Meghan and Sarah! Naturally more screaming happened and more pictures. I love how unimpressed Max is by my antics in all these pictures. I mean the second I spotted my friends, I got super excited:
And continued to scream and wave my 60 feet arms in the air:
Max clearly did not listen when I told him at the start of the race that our main concern was taking great race pictures.
I mean the guy doesn’t even remotely act like he’s with me. Which is fine, who needs him anyway?
The last .5 mile or so, we were straight up wandering through the woods. It was SO much fun and we were walking so I even had a chance to stop and snap a picture even though Max was STILL trying to run as far away from me as he possibly could. I spy with my little eye PartyDog in the woods…
After taking this picture I face planted. Not only did I face plant, but I somehow managed to slide about a foot in the mud. Being the wonderful boyfriend he is, PartyDog didn’t even notice because he was so far ahead of me. Naturally I stayed on the ground for a minute and laughed hysterically until I realized people were standing behind me waiting to pass so I got up and resumed to yelling at Max to wait up for me.
We finally finished, very muddy.
And somehow still together.
Man, I love Muddy Monk races. Thanks to Art and the volunteers for a SUPER FUN morning! OH! I almost forgot to mention I got my first ever race medal!!
Seems fitting my first race medal would be from a Muddy Monk race.
Oh and one more thing:
That’s all the nonsense I have for now!