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April 28, 2013
Two friends and I decided to partake in this challenge, the Survivor Mud Run. There were mud pits of unknown depths, tires to run through and jump over, monkey bars, cargo nets to climb up and to climb over, a pipe tunnel, slip and slid into more unknown water/mud, more mud, wall hurdles, did I mention mud?
Here’s how it went down. We signed up late so we got the last heat at 11:15. In case you don’t know… we were up in northern California about 15-20 minutes away from Sacramento in some barren allergy inducing hills. It was such an awesome day, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. (UGH) So we start our preparations, grabbing our bibs, securing the car keys, sunblock, and stretching to prevent over injuring ourselves. Unfortunate for me, I decided to go sock-less and in minimalistic shoes. <– BAD IDEA!
We head over to the starting line, the announcer hamming it up pre-race. Eyerolling we waited patiently to get this over with. At least in my head. The first few obstacles we actually had to run up a few hills. I have to admit that I was quite entertaining through-out the whole thing. If it wasn’t for my snarky whining and complaining, then my antics impersonating a gazelle caught on tape were equally awesome.
Flat ground was fine, I started to feel the pains in my feet. But the tough gets going… right? It was ridiculously hot that I was actually looking forward to the mud to act as a layer of protection from the sun. Another unfortunate thing was that we did not know how large the presence of COW would be in the race. Every mud “pond” was brown and smelled like cow-pies. Being the last heat also had its bad moments because all the mud leading out of the pud pits were conformed to
shoe dips that solidified and then were coated with more mud so twisting an ankle was a huge safety point.
I was really gearing up to use my new-found skills in parkour to get me through this race. There were no actual obstacles needing that skill. I was smart in every encounter taking the least hazardous method to get from point A to B. I actually fell behind my friends, mostly due to my shoes because I lacked a sock to absorb the liquid, they became a bowl of gravel and mud. At times my shoe would twist and I would be running on the side with the heel perpendicular to the ground.
Trying to get over uneven ground was a huge obstacle because of this, which is why I started skipping and frolicking to make the least amount of ground contact because my soles would conform to the uneven ground and cause pain to my feet.
Another fun obstacle was the monkey bars. I brought workout gloves but I was unsure on how I would feel with them on. In hindsight, I should have used them. The monkey bars were only about 12 bars in 12 inches distance apart. I was watching people fail at them so I mentally prepared myself. We do monkey bars in parkour so I was ready for the challenge. The bars in themselves were no challenge at all. I grabbed the first bar and using my hips as momentum I went every other bar to finish in less than a minute. What I did not expect was the amount of mud that was encased on each bar causing my hands (my hands are recovering from burns I acquired from Starbucks back in 2005) to immediately turn red and swell. “Lucky” again there was a mud pit coming up so I used that to cool my hands.
There was a camaraderie in this heat. A lot of guys came with their significant other or friends and paved the road for them being very gentlemanly. We had a bungee maze to maneuver and we basically all stood on the bungees in sections so everyone in that pack can make it through. We would offer advice and ideas on how to get through something. In the end the race was not thoroughly exhausting but nor was it challenging. It was a good experience and a learning one too. I did not injure myself as much as the race I did last year. I did not come unscathed, I have numerous scratches on my legs and arms and a nice cargo net imprint on the right side of my face. My pride is still intact and I’m still here to write about it.
“This is your life” in the last moments of the song. Watching the video made it all real. That everyone has their own personal journey to partake, and each one is different yet it is all similar We all have our demons to face and those demons are what’s stopping us from taking charge of our life. Grasp it and take it! We waste our time pitying ourselves, perfect strangers, family and friends when we could be moving forward. Life is not meant to be sat upon watching the scenery change around you. Everyone needs that one thing to help them breakthrough. Be it religion, music, friends and family, sports, self-expression… Find it! and Own it! Don’t worry, we are all here to support you.
This video shows so many different people from different places in different times of their lives. But they had the courage to post a video of what they wish to be rescued from. Stand up and find your courage! Don’t worry that no one around you is standing, the ones that matter are inside your heart! Be an example of what you live for! You live for you! Not anyone else!
I’m writing this because I admire Tyler for showing me his love in his music. I’m showing my love by writing. If not just a handful of people, that is enough to show people what they are capable of. To be a loving living example of Life, may it be a spark in a long line of firecrackers. Each explodes in different ways but combined can create a magnitude of light and warmth. Be that. Take a second and watch the video. Regardless of your own personal opinion, we all come from different walks of life… but walking leads to running. That’s where I want to be.
“So I’m here breaking down your door
Calling out your name
I want to take away the pain
You know I’m here like I was before
Screaming out your name
Waiting for the change
I am captivated by
The way you look tonight
And I’ve seen what you’ve been into
So I will never cross the line
I won’t tell you any lies
I was sent here for the rescue”
A BOY who two years ago could not walk unaided is now rock climbing and swimming in what his mother describes as a dream come true.
Two years ago this month, Ajay Mallan, now seven, underwent costly surgery in the USA to help him walk independently for the first time.
Cadrian barely crosses the street before the oncoming traffic swishes by. Her curly auburn blonde hair dancing amidst the sunlight as she steps up onto curb with her knee high brown boots. She shivers in her cream sweater dress, more nervous than cold as she looks up at the awning of the Pasadena Star News building. Taking a deep breath, smoothing her hair out of her brown and hazel eyes, she readjusts her straw beach bag over her shoulders and calmly opens the door.
Then she stops. Cady looks around at the warm oak feel of the office, with people scurrying around waving papers and manila folders, noise upon noise distracting the senses, until someone jostles her arm.
“Miss, do you need any help?” It was a security guard with the kindest fatherly face ever. His eyes twinkle in amusement as his steady smiles waits for her response.
“Yes, I have a photo to submit for the paper.” She opens her purse and fumbles around inside looking for it.
“Don’t worry about it dear. The editor is going to be on the fourth floor. Once you get out of the elevator, hang a right and you should find the receptionist.”
“Thank you so much, sir!” Cady has to fight back the impulse to hug him and give him a peck on the cheek. She walks away giving an awkward wave as she heads towards the elevator. She moves to press the button and sees that it is already lit. She looks up to see a man staring intently into his phone. His dark hair covering his dark eyes, looks to be older than herself. Cady doesn’t intend to, but she can smell the cologne on his and its one of her favorite scents, “Hugo Boss.” She can feel herself blush as she inhales his scent.
“Um… Did you want to get in?”
Cady opens her eyes, to see the man holding the elevator doors and beckoning her inside. She can see now he is older than her, but still nice looking and put together.
“Oh yes! Thank you! Sorry about that.” As Cady hurries into the elevator. Once safely inside she looks to the floor, embarrassed.
“Miss, what floor did you want?” His voice low and calm with a hint of a smile.
“Fourth!! I’m mean, fourth floor please. Thank you.” Cady exclaims nervously.
The man looks at Cady while leaning in to press number 4. The elevator gives a sudden lurch and slowly lifts.
The man sighs. “Sometimes I wonder why I use this ratty thing, it’s quicker to go up the stairs.” Then out of nowhere he hits the elevator wall with his hand.
“Please don’t do that, I get anxious in elevators.” Cady pleads to him.
“Oh this thing? Don’t worry, it may be old but it is pretty reliable.” The elevator dings to signal floor 2. The doors open but no one is there. Snarling, the man starts jamming the close button and the 4 button. Like molasses the doors close and the occupants resume their trek upwards two more floors. “Really? This is the last time I am going to use this thing.” The man kicks the elevator in frustration.
Cady shies away from him, clutching her purse even harder though managing not to look frightened. Then the lights go out and Cady screams, and the elevator stops.
“I told you not to do that!” Cady yells at the man.
“I’m sorry it’s not my fault. Hold on, I have an app.”
“An app? What is an app going to do!” Cady is becoming frantic, she starts rummaging through her purse looking for a tissue just in case she becomes hysterical. A faint blue light distracts her and the man can be heard murmuring to himself.
“Stuck in an elevator with an attractive female. Couldn’t have a better day than this.” As his fingers race across his phone.
“What pray tell are you doing?” Cady shoots him a glare which unfortunately misses its mark because the lights are out.
“I’m updating my status, hold on. Almost done… OK there we go! What was I doing? Oh yes the flashlight app.” A few minutes later a blinding white light erupts out of the darkness. Cady can’t believe this guy. Then she stops to think. Did he really say attractive. Unintentionally she starts to blush again and the emergency lights come on.
Cady turns to look over at him, who is already out of his blazer and sitting on the floor of the elevator. “Oh good the lights came on, I’d be draining my battery if I use this.”
Cady tries desperately not to eyeroll, instead she asks, “Isn’t there supposed to be an ‘in case of emergency’ phone or something.”
“You would think so. This elevator is a bit old. Let me call for help.”
“You mean you haven’t yet?”
“I don’t see you making any bright suggestions either.” Then to his phone, “Hello? Hey Tim? Yeah. Um. I’m stuck in the elevator. Yeah I know. So let the guys know I can’t make it to basketball at lunch. I’ll get my stuff to Rich when we get out. Oh tell him he has a guest. Her name? I don’t know. Hey what’s your name?”
“Are you talking to me?” Cady looks at him in distaste. “My name is Cadrian, Cadrian Damenhaft.
Back on the phone, “Her name is Cadrian. Yeah I know that’s what I thought too. Oh she’s pretty. Great smile, nice legs. Well if he wants to see her, tell him to help get us out of here. Fine, I’ll see you soon.” Hanging up the phone he turns to Cady, “Someone’s on their way.”
“Thanks so much for the help.” Cady shoots back with scorn. Now that the lights are on she moves back onto the far side of the elevator, arms crossed staring at the wall wishing a giant exit sign would appear out of thin air.
“So, Cadrian right?” The man says with a smirk. “What a nice name.”
“Oh stuff it, I heard what you said.” Cady says without facing him. “Call me Cady, it’s easier.”
“Oh you heard that I said it was a beautiful and unique name? Fine. I got you. My name is Elliot, Elliot Calder.” He holds his arm out briefly, and drops it back to his side. “Tough crowd.” He mutters. “Well why are you here anyways. I mean here as in the Pasadena Star News building.”
“I’m actually here to submit a story about the recent trend of female scrutiny in equal opportunity employment regarding…”
Elliot interrupted her, “So you’re looking for a job here?” He smirks at her casually leaning against the elevator door.
Cady’s jaw drops as she stares at the man who just called her bluff. “No! No, I mean. Yes, well. I suppose…” she stammers.
“Alright, just give me your resume and I’m assuming you also have a decent example of your writing with you? Good. I’ll take it. Then I’ll give you a call in a few days. How’s that?”
“Wait. Who are you?” Cady squints at him. “What did you say your position was?”
“Senior Chief Editor here at the Pasadena Star News building, at your service.” Then the elevator jostles, unbalancing the both of them.
“And that’s my queue to leave. Thank you for your time Cady. I’ll be hearing from you soon.” Elliot presses the door open button, steps up to the floor and walks out, not before turning to wink at Cady. Cady just stares blankly out the open elevator door.
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