If You Think the NYC Marathon Is Too Easy
Perhaps you were among the 800 crazy folks in south Jersey this weekend competing to be the “World’s Toughest Mudder“:
Take a second and think back to how you spent Saturday night into Sunday morning. Warm and toasty in your feet pajamas after sipping late-night cocoa with mini-marshmallows from your “World’s Best Mom” (or Dad) mug? Nuzzled, while you slept, by a down comforter, your head resting on a pillow softer than a Michael Buble ballad?
Well, here’s how hundreds of weekend warriors from all over the country spent it: sopping wet and shivering uncontrollably in a medical tent at Raceway Park in Englishtown, wrapped in a sheet of mylar that couldn’t keep a Yankee Stadium hot dog warm, covered in mud and blood, their teeth chattering “What the hell was I thinking?” in Morse Code.
In the World’s Toughest Mudder competitions — the rage in extreme fitness competitions — athletes navigate an obstacle course laid out over 10 miles and designed to turn tough guys (and women) into shattered egos left hugging their cross-training sneakers in the fetal position, waiting for an ambulance.
Or their mommy.
And if a 24-hour race isn’t enough to get the blood pumping, there’s always next year’s race. It will be 48 hours.