TRAINING LEAD-UP
Monday, Nov 7:
45 min Vinyasa Yoga with Ryan Leier from Lululemon - not as good as the girl
Tuesday, Nov 8:
HDT 34.3.3 (core) with 54 min of PT, a 0.5 mi 20#R with 20#SB OH in 14:07, then a 2 mile ruck with 30# in 29:21 in Ballistic Trainers.
PRE-RACE
Thursday, I found myself heading down to Alabama for the second week in a row! I got to see a little more of the state this time, since I wasn't only driving through a bit of it in the dark to get to the hotel. It is pretty out there... quiet, farmland, etc.
WTM for 2022 was marketed as a Pensacola, FL, event, but that's just the closest big town. It's actually an hour or so away, in Alabama. I never set foot in FL during this trip. An event that would go by the beach would've been cool, but this was not part of this event. It was in a farm area.
I checked in, got my event shirt, and pulled my brand new beach wagon to my tent space. Many people had beach wagons last time I did WTM, since it can be a bit of a hike with a lot of gear, to get from the parking area to the pit, sometimes. It wasn't terribly far, but it is a lot of stuff to carry.
I have started storing adventure and shooting gear in 27gal totes, and those fit perfectly in the wagon. I really only needed one trip.
RACE DAY
While I was chilly in my wetsuit, some of the elites were still going shirtless! The final stretch before re-entering the pit area was really windy.
There was one obstacle called "Coach's Corner", which was a building with some spider web-liked ropes and inflatables that you had to climb through. There was blaring music and CS gas, too, but it provided a bit of warmth and wind protection, so I liked it in there.
I didn't realize where the golden carabiners were being earned, until it was too late to attempt the first challenge, where you eat a random pepper that could be hot or could be mild. I like spicy food, and heat would be welcomed in the cold temps.
I did earn one for an electric stick-your-hand-in-a-box-of-live-wires challenge. I failed a "flip cup" challenge. It was a fun thing to look forward to and have a chance at earning something, though.
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I went for as long as I could with the temps. I had run very little in the lead-up to this event, which is a mistake if your goal is to do 50 miles, I guess, but this was for fun, anyways. But the lack of fitness made it such that I couldn't move fast enough to generate enough body heat to stay warm.
At about 10pm, I decided to bed down for the night in my tent. I had covered 30 miles, which already matched what I had done in 2018, so at least there's that. And of course, those 30 miles were thanks to fellow racers who would help others get up the obstacles. One difference between Tough Mudder and other events is that TM is designed to encourage racers helping racers, because many obstacles are extremely difficult (or on some obstacles, even impossible) to do without help.
It was warmer in the tent this year than in 2018, at least. It's not super easy to sleep, since it's cold, and there's noise in the pit area from support crew and racers and the announcers giving live updates, but it's OK. At least you're lying down, able to get some rest, and it's not as cold if you're in dry clothes.
20 minutes past sunrise, at 6am, I decided to head out for my last lap, which I had to finish somewhere between 8am and 1:30pm. I was moving very slowly with my lack of running fitness, so I knew that I'd take more than 2 hours, for sure.
I did get to do the crazy steep slide, which was fun. In ATL, the "Stacks" free-fall jump was the big thing. Both are scary in their own way. They actually had to extend the length of the pool because people were going so far.
I didn't hit 50 miles, but 35 was more than I did in ATL. If I had trained, it would have gone better. A thicker wetsuit might've helped me last longer, too. I did the best with what I had, though. I kept bigger goals (Mammoth) in mind, too. There was no way I'd hobble through 50 miles this time, so it wasn't worth putting Mammoth at risk.
On my way home, I stopped at an Arby's to try the Diablo Dare. It wasn't that spicy. Someone in the restaurant had a nasty cough, and I felt a tingle in my throat (before eating the sandwich) at one point. I ended up getting sick for weeks, and had pneumonia. Who knows whether I got it at the Arby's, or as a result of the race. I guess the race at least weakened my immune system. Getting sick afterwards sucked, though. I had a bad cough and congestion that made it difficult to sleep.
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