Tough Mudder Legionnaire

Two days ago I completed my second Tough Mudder© event. This was an achievement in itself (or maybe an act of sheer madness) but even more so with the uninvited guest that rudely showed up that morning. I'd woken up feeling nervous and excited but those feelings were soon replaced with horror - my good friend Flo was 8 days late and she had chosen THAT day of all days to make an appearance. F**k.

The inevitable bloating and cramps soon followed so I dosed up on analgesics alongside my protein packed breakfast and hoped for the best.

I managed to control the pain fairly well during the event, there were only three of us so we flew round the 10 mile course in under 2½ hours. There are certain times where being vertically challenged has it's advantages and doing any kind of team assault course is definitely one of them. I watched 15+ stone men trying to squeeze through small tunnels whilst I sailed though, I was never short of volunteers for a leg-up over the 10ft walls either!

Later that evening, I was curled up in agony wondering what on earth I must have done in a previous life to deserve this torture.