Kind of ironic that they decide this just when I freakin' champion the Cooper River Bridge (update: still sore). So, besides the fact that I'm living with the mantra that imitation is the biggest form of flattery, I'm also kind of pumped about seeing all these crazies run around in red clay mud, over and under all kinds of obstacles, just to see who can do it. Four miles of this stuff.
This is one I'll be staying out of, but I promise to Betsy I'll be at the finish line with a big ol' sparkly sign - that probably took me back to my high school days, permanent markers, glue, glitter and all...aahhhh - saying GO TEAM! and the loudest megaphone I can find at Wilson's Five and Dime. 'Cause you know they've probably got a few.
Here's to you, boys. Good luck with your future slippery, dirty romp in the mud.
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