Jacob's
company sent an email out a few weeks ago to ask if there was a group of employees (and their family) who wanted to run
The Dirty Dash Mud Run together. And it didn't take long for Jacob to be on board, as well as Campbell and Matt. (I actually really wanted to join, but being six weeks out from major surgery, it didn't seem like a good idea.) So the boys signed themselves up.
And just a couple of days ago, Jacob called to tell me a few of the original signer-uppers couldn't make it and did I think Annie would also want to run it. I asked her and she said she would.
So this morning, we drove ourselves (actually, Campbell drove us, which still throws me for a loop to think he and we are that old) to Midway. Where three kids and their dad ran 6.1 miles and completed
many mud obstacles along the way.
Nice and clean. For now.
The Cicero family ready to go.
And they're off.
The first hill was about sixteen feet after the starting line. These people don't mess around.
And that was the last I saw of them before they were down to the last three obstacles. It isn't a
route that is easily followed by the paparazzi. And especially paparazzi with three other children.
But when they reappeared, something about them looked different.
They were still in good spirits though. I was impressed.
I think these were my favorite shots of the day. There was just so much mud and water.
This skinny punk was nearly shivering to death, but it didn't slow him down.
And this darling girl had a drop or two of mud on her.
While this man-child was literally dripping muddy water.
And the last obstacle. I think Cam might be a little happy the end is in sight.
But not before one final stroll through the mud. Yeah for my amazing family.
Boo for the absolutely blurry photos at the finish line that made this photo the last.
These people I love rock. I'm so impressed. But less inclined the run this ridiculously
dirty race then I was before I witnessed it with my own two eyes. Eww and eww.