Click here for my Review of the 2013 Tough Mudder Miami event.
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve registered for the Tough Mudder event coming next March, down in Homestead. Ten to twelves miles of running, obstacles, pain, mud, freezing water, pain, live electrical wires, monkey bars, pain, nets, ropes, cannibalism, flaying, fingernail removal, and other such alpha idiocy. And pain. Lots and lots of pain. I’m not going to breakdown the various obstacles and course challenges and what-not; the link up there will provide all the information in abundance. But what is going to be most interesting is the training challenge I’ve put ahead of me.
I’ve been gearing most of my workouts over the last two years to focus on stamina, but I haven’t neglected strength training either. You can’t build up one without the other, but I’ve focused heavily towards the running side of the equation, given that the goal was to run a Marathon (3 weeks, 4 days, and counting). Cross-training with weights or resistance was secondary but still regularly adhered to twice times a week, sometimes three times.
Now I gotta increase the dosage significantly. For these kinds of obstacles, I want to be able to lift my body weight with greater ease, get lighter on my feet, be able to support not only myself but my teammates on some of those group obstacles. Or be able to more than three full, unassisted pull-ups without bursting into tears.
Oh… did I mention the team? My fellow idjits at the office and I are doing this in tandem, in the spirit of cooperation, joyous unity, peace, understanding, and all those other ridiculous platitudes. We are all morons. Committed, determined, and fearless morons, but morons nonetheless. I can’t wait for this.
The name of the team? The Innsmouth Rowing Club.
If you have to ask who/what/why, your Geek Fu is WEAK, and you should feel bad.
Anyway, that’s all I got for now. The first three months of 2013 should be an exciting and challenging time, and I can’t wait to get crackin’. Because two months after Tough Mudder, I’m running my second full marathon in Washington DC. When did I become this particular brand of lunatic? I’m flabbergasted…