Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not the athletic type. I so wish I was, but truth be told, I’m just not very good at athletic things. I’m content to sit on the side lines and cheer for people, but I don’t like to be the one playing, mostly because I don’t particularly enjoy being laughed at. I do enjoy being outside and going hiking and I’ll even camp out for a few nights, but that’s about as athletic and outdoorsy as I get. Now, my husband knew this about me when he married me. So, last year when he decided to participate in a mud run, he knew not to even ask if I’d like to run in it with him. I mean, it’s exactly like it sounds: a run in the nasty, dirty mud. Yes, I went to watch him and laugh at how nasty he looked and make jokes about how crazy it is that people pay to get muddy. He had a great time participating, and I enjoyed making fun of him on the sidelines. It was fun for everyone. So, when he decided to sign up again this year, I wasn’t surprised. I wasn’t entirely thrilled about the fact that a chunk of our money was wasted, but at least it was going towards a good cause and he was having fun. But, here was the catch: he decided to sign both of us up this year. Haha….yeah, right; there was no way I was participating. Why would I want to participate in an event where you have to run and get muddy and dirty? And, I’m not getting paid to do it? I pictured falling on my face and mud getting all in my mouth (both of which happened).