I'll start this by admitting - yes, I am cranky...
So a fair number of people I know and know of have been spending their weekend paying big money for people to torture them.
It's called Tough Mudder, and it's an endurance-y, extreme way to punish yourself in the name of fitness and adventure.
Basically, it's a ten mile run, with obstacles thrown in - things called the Arctic Enema, which requires you to plunge into freezing water, or Electroshock Therapy, that requires you to run through a bunch of dangling wires that shock you as you pass. Some of these obstacles have you playing with fire. FIRE. Actual fucking fire.
People actually pay money to do this.
I mean, I guess it's worth noting that I pay good money to dance to pop-hip/hop and afro-latin tunes. Which doesn't burn me, shock me or shoot filthy ice water up my baby maker. It's dumb, but it doesn't hurt, outside of the requisite soreness of shaken junk syndrome.
The tagline for this debacle is, "When's the last time you did something for the first time?"
I would say look at 2013 and 2014. Those were my new and exciting years. A "first" at every turn.
I don't need to crawl through mud, or scale walls, or worry about losing a toenail to get my heart rate elevated.
I'm constantly in new cities, meeting new people, driving new highways, facing new challenges.
My emotional landscape is completely overrun with obstacles: grief, anger, fear, anger, sadness, anger, frustration, sadness... did I mention anger?
Maybe I do need some challenges, physical challenges - but I'll be damned if I am going to jump through fire in the name of teamwork, brotherhood, fearlessness...
My life is plenty tough. I'm not saying I don't need a ten mile walk, plenty of fresh air and blue skies.
But keep the rings of fire, mudslinging, shocks and climbing walls professional.
ae
So a fair number of people I know and know of have been spending their weekend paying big money for people to torture them.
It's called Tough Mudder, and it's an endurance-y, extreme way to punish yourself in the name of fitness and adventure.
Basically, it's a ten mile run, with obstacles thrown in - things called the Arctic Enema, which requires you to plunge into freezing water, or Electroshock Therapy, that requires you to run through a bunch of dangling wires that shock you as you pass. Some of these obstacles have you playing with fire. FIRE. Actual fucking fire.
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People actually pay money to do this.
I mean, I guess it's worth noting that I pay good money to dance to pop-hip/hop and afro-latin tunes. Which doesn't burn me, shock me or shoot filthy ice water up my baby maker. It's dumb, but it doesn't hurt, outside of the requisite soreness of shaken junk syndrome.
The tagline for this debacle is, "When's the last time you did something for the first time?"
I would say look at 2013 and 2014. Those were my new and exciting years. A "first" at every turn.
I don't need to crawl through mud, or scale walls, or worry about losing a toenail to get my heart rate elevated.
I'm constantly in new cities, meeting new people, driving new highways, facing new challenges.
My emotional landscape is completely overrun with obstacles: grief, anger, fear, anger, sadness, anger, frustration, sadness... did I mention anger?
Maybe I do need some challenges, physical challenges - but I'll be damned if I am going to jump through fire in the name of teamwork, brotherhood, fearlessness...
My life is plenty tough. I'm not saying I don't need a ten mile walk, plenty of fresh air and blue skies.
But keep the rings of fire, mudslinging, shocks and climbing walls professional.
ae
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