|My lovely daughter as a zombie|
|The Start Line|
Hubby and I started off together. Let me tell you that he did not train for this run at all. We stayed together for about two minutes and then I started walking. He looked back and I waved him on to run his own race. I just didn't have it in me that morning.
I walked my way through the course, sprinting pass the zombies where necessary. My first flag was taken away by no one else but my daughter. I tried doing intervals but just wasn't mentally in the race.
We had received an email earlier in the week that the course may be a bit muddy. Well, it was beyond muddy in some parts. At one point, there was a huge muddy puddle that we had to cross. I made the decision to take off my socks and shoes to cross the mini lake. The thought of finishing the race in wet muddy shoes was not appealing.
|Hubby crossing the finish line|
Hubby crossed the finish line in 37 minutes. It took me almost an hour to get across. While I enjoyed the race, mentally I was just not into the race. Once we were done, we looked for my daughter so we could leave. She was still on the course so we asked one of the race volunteers to try and find her for us since we had to leave. She was able to find her and get her to the start line for us.
The after race festivities looked fun but we could not stay. Hubby is already talking about doing this race again next year. It was very well run event, with some cool swag (medal and t-shirt) and what looked like a cool after party.