Okay, so a couple of months ago we managed to get ourselves talked into participating in an event called the Warrior Dash. "It's going to be so much fun! There are all of these awesome obstacles. Everybody's doing it . . . And, when you finish you get a cool viking hat and a chicken leg!" Well, being a graduate of Berry College (Go Vikings!), when they mentioned the viking hat I felt something begin to well up in me (possibly pride, probably a warning I should have heeded), but to be totally honest they sold me with the chicken leg! What can I say, I'm a girl with a good appetite.



So, a few days before the race the excitement began to mount. Chuck mentioned that he thought we should all have some common racewear for the event. I'm thinking cut-offs, tye-dyed t-shirts - edgy, right!? Oh, no. We all met up the day of the race in the Walmart parking lot where we proceeded to don orange prison detail jumpsuits, bandanas, and various tatoos. I would like to pause for a moment to proclaim my innocence in these matters. I am guilty only by association. As the good book says, "Bad company corrupts good character." I am still working to rebuild my reputation, but that's an on-going story to be continued at a later day.



On to the races . . .

I think this picture says it all . . . not exactly sure what that is, so I'll just keep it open-ended.

This is pre-race, suited up, in the Walmart parking lot. I think it must have been senior citizen day at Walmart. You can only imagine the looks. I'm convinced there were several anonymous 911 calls that morning. The Rabun County police may still be looking for a few fugitives.

Here we are nearing the end of the race. I'm the dark one in front - that would be mud, by the way. And that would be Chuck BEHIND ME. Come on, Baby, catch me if you can . . .

The whole posse - Post Race.

WEEKEND WARRIORS - Shhhh, don't tell, please. It'll never happen again. (At least until next year.)