I stood at the bottom of the mountain, penned in a box with 150 other participants, thinking of my typical Saturday routine. Sleep in a little, maybe meditate, then sit down with a fresh cup of coffee to get some writing done while Rooney sleeps on my feet.
Instead of sipping hot coffee, I was looking at the side of the mountain that I was about to have to run up as part of the 2018 Tough Mudder Half. A mountain that in winter, is reserved for skiing.
Not running up.
So that’s a hill. And those specs are people…
Some folks were jumping up and down to warm up, others were cracking their necks side to side, while a select few others were screaming.
Like just randomly screaming.
I stood, cemented in place, unable to shut off the steady stream of sarcasm rolling through my mind.
I looked at my teammate Lauren.
“I’m not doing this next year,” I said.
“Yes I know. You said that last year, so I’ll remind you that you said that again when we’re standing in line for next year’s race.”
We both laughed.
I stopped laughing abruptly.
“Yeah, that’s totally going to happen again isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yup,” she said. “Totally.”
Next thing I know, we’re schlepping our way up the side of the mountain and I’m dishing out a healthy stream of bad one-liners.
“Why would I want to be at home drinking coffee and watching game day?” I asked to no one in particular. A guy who was doing his 100th race swept past.
“Because this is so much more fun!”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes fun. That’s the word I was searching for right there. Thank you.”
I’m not always proud of my sarcasm, because I know it bumps up pretty hard against negativity. I toe that line of negativity and often cross it, and I crossed it a lot more on Saturday than I wish I had.
Humor is how I cope. And Saturday’s course provided a lot of things to cope with. This was by far the most difficult course I’d ever attempted.
Towards the end of the run, once we had sponges for shoes and mud in places you never thought mud could go, we came around a corner to another mountain. But this one was too steep for walking. We had to scale the mountain on all fours.
I’d like you to take a moment to recall the famous Chevy Chases tirade about a happy family from the movie Christmas vacation.
Then add another minute of expletives.
That’s roughly what came out of my mouth at the bottom of that mountain - sans Santa hat.
But there was no way around this obstacle. So all of us, many of whom shared my thoughts, threw ourselves into the mountain and just started climbing.
Half-way up the mountain, I lost my footing. Up to that point I’d been methodically choosing my footholds and hand holds, moving quickly, not giving myself enough time to think.
But suddenly, I had nowhere to put my foot or my hands. I looked down.
If you do this course next year, let me give you some casual advice when you arrive at this stage of the race.
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SACRED DO NOT LOOK DOWN.
So then I looked up. And I’d like to take a moment here to add a second piece of advice.
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SACRED DO NOT LOOK UP.
Not gonna lie - I kind of panicked a little.
But here is what’s cool about these kind of races. I said I was stuck, and the woman behind me put her hand up for me to step on it. So I did. And I was able to get my footing again. After a few minutes, I could see flags in the distance and hear my teammates cheering me on at the top.
(When people cheer for me in sports, they can’t help but call me Kimmie, because they need that extra syllable. And for some reason, in that context, I find the name Kimmie oddly comforting).
Once I hit level ground and could stand up, I leaned up against a tree to catch my breath. I looked out at the view. I looked down at the others still climbing.
And in that moment, I stumbled straight into gratitude.
Gratitude that I have a body that allows me to scale a mountain. Gratitude that I didn’t have to go it alone. Gratitude for my health. Gratitude for a growing sense of camaraderie I had the good fortune of getting to know a little better on Saturday.
At the end of the night, a shower never felt so good. Sweatpants never felt so warm. And my bed never felt so soft. And I was grateful for all of those comforts.
But I’m not doing this next year…