After two years of participating in the World’s Toughest
Mudder, I’m skipping it this year. My brain says it’s the right decision to
make. It was never supposed to be an every-year thing. And it’s expensive. My
brain tells me I have a mortgage, a wife and kids, responsibilities that come first.
My brain also tells me I have a busted leg. I limp painfully walking through
the grocery store. After trying to fix it myself for a month, today I made a
doctor’s appointment. My brain says there’s NO WAY I could or should do World’s
Toughest Mudder this year. And my brain is right.
But my heart . . . My heart is stubborn and illogical. My
heart would give anything to be there this year, to see how far I could push
it. My heart is a pain in the ass. And it tortures my brain.
I know there’s so many things I’m going to miss about World’s
Toughest Mudder this year. For therapy’s sake, here’s a few of them:
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