Tough Mudder

Signed up for parking today. Tough Mudder is in 3 weeks.  So far, it looks like I'm doing the Mudder alone...and that's ok.  It's indicative of my state of mind, my status.  I'm entering my 50's doing a challenge that I'm not ready for, but like everything else in my life, I'm never really "ready".  I just take it as it comes...just like everyone else does.

I did have a buddy volunteer to be my cheering section, but its kinda silly for her to go so early...and she really wouldn't see me doing the course.  She'd be waiting for my muddy ass at the finish line 2+ hours later.  I appreciate her offer though.  She's a down chick!

So why the hell would I sign up for Tough Mudder?  Why would I pick something hard as my first foray into the world of obstacle courses? I don't know.  I'm thinking the first half century of my life has been a challenge. May as well exit it with a challenge.  If I can do this...there really isn't anything I can't accomplish.  Who knows what the second half of my life will bring.

Right now though, the future is uncertain. My heart is uncertain, but I do know that I'm headed for some killer concerts, skinned knees, roller coasters and love (attending a wedding) before the summer is over.