Today, I want to share an incredible adventure called Mud Run. I managed to participate in a 10 km Mud Run and completely obliterate my running skills πŸ˜ƒ. Because there was very little running to be done on that course. It was more about crawling, swimming, jumping, and climbing. Oh yes, and you could also slide down. Supposedly, the actual length of this course was 9.6 km, but when you were on the course, it felt longer than a marathon!

About half a year ago, a lovely group invited me to this event, and of course, I immediately agreed because running events are my jam! At that moment, I didn’t really delve into what I had gotten myself into πŸ˜ƒ. It wasn’t until the day before the Mud Run that I started looking at galleries from previous runs, and oh my, the feelings that overwhelmed me πŸ˜ƒ. Looking at those pictures, I silently wondered what kind of mess I had gotten myself into.

I had planned a little hike on Hiiumaa before this event. I know, I know, it wasn’t the wisest decision πŸ˜ƒ I trekked along the Hiiumaa RMK forest trail for three days, covering a total of just over 60 km with a backpack weighing around 10 kilograms. On the way back home on the ferry, my friend and I looked at the gallery from last year’s Mud Run together. And it was a mistake that I even started looking at those pictures. Honestly, sometimes ignorance is better. πŸ˜ƒ. Although my legs were, to put it mildly, like logs after hiking, I was still full of enthusiasm. I had decided to test my physical endurance and was ready to step into this adventure.

When I woke up the next day, my legs weren’t that bad, and there was hope that I could run with ease. The weather was warm and sunny, but I decided to put on long pants because the knowledgeable ones warned that if you want to wear a dress afterward, it’s wiser to cover your legs. I put on my old sneakers, the ones I used to complete my first marathon. They were worn out and had holes in a few places, so I didn’t mind using them. Later on, those sneakers found their way to the trash bin. Actually, I wanted to leave them at the Mud Run because there was a special resting place for shoes there. But somehow, that plan got buried in the excitement of the run.

I went to the course with my team. It wouldn’t have been half as much fun alone, I imagine. Being on the course with a team allows you to help each other, and it added a lot to the experience. Although, in reality, everyone on the course was very nice and helpful. Before the start, there was a nice group warm-up and dance, and the adventure was ready to begin. Even though I didn’t know what awaited me, I was excited and filled with anticipation.

Then came the song “And you roll, roll, roll, roll in the mud until your new white sneakers are dirty.” You know that song, don’t you πŸ˜ƒ. The course started promisingly, but soon enough, I was put to the test. Mud was everywhere! Oh, I forgot, even before the mud, we were treated to foam, which was quite fun. πŸ˜ƒ. And then it began. 9.6 km of endless crawling in the mud, overcoming obstacles, and swimming in ice-cold water. Although I’ve been practicing winter swimming for two years, that water was still darn cold. With every step, my legs became heavier as the mud stuck to them like a lifelong friend who refuses to leave πŸ˜ƒ. At times, I pondered whether I was a runner or a mud wrestler.

After going through obstacles and mud for a while, I found myself facing a tube from which I had to slide down. That was one of the scariest moments for me because the thought of diving headfirst into the mud wasn’t very appealing. But I had my plan for that. I intended to use my legs to slow down and it worked. I managed to slide down the tube in a way that kept my head dry. I can imagine I might have looked quite comical inside that tube πŸ˜ƒ

One of the scariest moments on the course was when I suddenly got a jolt of electricity (or in this case, more like water). It turns out that part of the course had an electric fence along the edges, and somehow, a portion of it had gotten into the mud, which I didn’t see. The first shock was weak, and I didn’t realize what it was until the second shock, when I experienced something unprecedented. It felt like my entire body lit up in electric blue, like a Christmas tree πŸ˜ƒ.

My right leg tingled and crackled for quite a while. It was a substantial shock to the body, and for a moment, I thought, “This is it.” At that spot, there was very thick and deep mud, making it very difficult to move because I couldn’t really lift my legs, and I just stood still in one place for a while. I was so shocked that it was only after several shocks that I realized I needed to move away from that spot. Somehow, I managed to crawl out of that place and recover from the shock.

I don’t know if I was shivering from the shock or from the ice-cold water I repeatedly swam in, but I remember trembling for at least half the course. Maybe they were shivers of bravery. πŸ˜ƒ. This run was a significant feat of self-overcoming for me. I overcame my fears multiple times on that course. On top of everything, it was a very fun challenge, and this adventure will be remembered forever. But in my opinion, it’s not really accurate to call this event a running event; it’s more like an extreme sports event πŸ˜ƒ

While on the same day, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to participate in this event again, the very next day, I thought, why not. I recommend it to anyone whose life is dull and is looking for excitement πŸ˜ƒ. The cold shouldn’t deter anyone from this event, and there’s plenty of humor to go around. One thing is certain, I’ve never done anything like this before, and after it, I feel like I’m capable of anything. Thank you, Mud Run organizers! Now, all that’s left is to await the next adventure that calls out to me.

See you on the running track!

Mud Run 2023 - Unfortunately, I don't have any very muddy pictures of myself. Can't really prove that I even went on the course πŸ˜ƒ.

Here, you could leave your muddy sneakers at the last resting place

On this picture, you can still see a bit of mud on me

Autor: Gerda

Used to be someone who didn’t care much for sports, but I’ve become a fitness enthusiast in a good way. After completing my first marathon, I was filled with euphoria and happiness. I sat down and wrote down everything that came from within me. To my surprise, I discovered that I enjoy writing, and that’s when the idea of starting a blog was born.

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