This coming Sunday the 11th, I’ll be wallowing through the mud and hopping over the flames of Oregon’s Warrior Dash. It’s held just northwest of Portland in North Plains and promises to be a raucous and filthy good time. Besides, free beer and novelty viking hat? I’m all over it.
My sidekick and occasional guest-blogger Juliann is flying all the way from Phoenix, AZ to run the gauntlet with me.
The course (see here) is 3.18 miles with 12 obstacles. According to the race course map, it looks like the obstacles don’t get started in earnest until almost a mile in. Good. I’ll be warmed up and ready.
There’s mud to wade through, walls to climb over, rusty cars to wrangle through, and cargo nets to get tangled in. Oh, and the flames. Oh, and another thing—the barbed wire. But whatever. I’m guessing since this is open to the general public that nothing will kill me.
So everyone always asks me, “How are you training for that?” Well, I dunno. The distance isn’t an issue, though I made sure I could run the distance comfortably in my VFFs. I’ve been heading to the playground for some workouts there and focusing on pull-ups, push-ups, squats, sprints, and hopping over equipment. I’ve been climbing trees and lugging a 60-lb. sandbag around. I feel as ready as I’ll ever be. I have no doubt I’ll be tired when I finish and sore as hell for days, but I don’t expect any significant trouble with the course.
Luckily, we’ve rented a house with a hot tub for post-race soaking (after a shower, of course!) and I’ve made reservations at a farm-to-table restaurant nearby called Meriwether’s that looks Primal-friendly for a satisfying recovery meal. It promises to be a fun time. I’ll post a follow-up next week, complete with muddy pictures.
Have you done a Warrior Dash? Tell me about your experience! What should I know? And who’s coming with me next year?