It finally struck a week or two back: the Fear. The bowel-watering, neck-tightening quiet certitude that this – this idea right here about doing the Tough Mudder – this was a terrible fucking idea. Honestly, what was I thinking? Running 20km? Swimming through ice water? Hay bales on fire? Electrified wires?! I’m thirty-fricking-eight for God’s [...]
Articles By: Nic Healey
One thing that the Tough Mudder is known for is its emphasis on the team. Many of the obstacles are designed so deviously and devilishly, that you can only get past them with a little help from ones friends – I’m definitely looking at you Berlin Walls.
At 12:01am today, I turned 38 and it’s bothering me. I’ve had plenty of friends explain that it’s not that old, that I’m panicking, that I’m being insulting to people older than me, but you know what – it’s the oldest I’ve been so far, so I’ll panic all I bloody well want.