Mud Runs, Obstacle Races And A Charlotte Girls’ Getaway
By the time I reach the Mud ’n Guts obstacle, I no longer care about the dirt or the smell or the threat of being kicked in the face. I hit the deck, covered in mud, and crawl my way 100 feet under the low-hanging barbed wire toward the other side. I am dirty. I am sweating. I am exhilarated.