The black serpent slithered across the lawn of my house in the ’05. It moved stealthily until I approached it with a shovel…and missed! I know nothing of snakes; it could have been poisonous or it could have been a friend. Either way, I don’t like them. My only hope is that it finds and eliminates the chipmunk that is destroying our shrubbery. I am a warrior like that. You know, killing wild beasts with a spade; hunting them until I capture my prey. Well, maybe not. I am a modern day warrior, a twenty-first century stud.
From the dawn of time, man has been judged by his physical prowess, his ability to lead and conquer while providing food for the tribe. Throughout the years, our “wild” nature has been taken over by our need for civility and noble behavior. The mythical round table outlined how gentlemen should behave, the knights’ code of chivalry. Today’s man must deal with son’s diaper duty when a code brown alarm goes off; he must chauffer daughter to dance competitions and root her on; and he must grace wife with gifts of wonderment.
While man has slowly been forced to tame his wild side, he attempts to suppress raw emotions of glory. Sporting events provide man with the arena to go crazy, root on his team in a rabid frenzy. Sporting events like triathlons and ultra-marathons take us to the edge of our abilities. Brad Pitt and Edward Norton gave us an outlet in Fight Club (Trailer) Nothing, though, compares with the modern day mud run. Whether you are out for the ultimate challenge in Tough Mudder, or the obstacle laden Warrior Dash, Going crazy while getting dirty is bar none a great experience.
On Saturday, wife and I went to participate in the Warrior Dash – Georgia not knowing what to expect. From the g-string banana hammocks, to the spandex clad superhero, the warrior dash felt more of a carnival than a sporting event. But my knees discovered the difference. Even though it was only a 5K and I ran at a snail’s pace, it was exhausting to swim 100 yards in a freezing lake with shoes on, climb over and under barbed wire, and jump over flames right before the mud pool. But it was fun!
Whether you need to release the inner beast, or simply want to join the growing throngs of adventure seekers, try something new. You just might like it. Remember, though, the first rule of Fight Club is that no one talks about Fight Club.