I was hoping that my Father’s Day would be a quiet easy day; no kids screaming, no “honey to do list”, no stress and plenty of beer as I watched the NBA Finals. Well at the last minute my fiancee needed me to help her volunteer at the Warrior Dash 2014 for St. Jude’s Chicago team. Ok not a problem, I’ll go pass out a few shirts and towels and encourage the participants who braved the grueling obstacle course filled; fire, mud, water, hills and the humidity. Never in a million years did I think nor did i prepare for the running of the Warrior Dash. Around 9:30am the full court press hit me; first a few volunteers asked was I gonna challenge the obstacle course? I politely said no, only wanting to focus on my the task of being a good volunteer and help out.
But the competitor inside me watched wave after wave of runners complete the course; muddy, bruised and cut. But triumphant none the less. My fiancee asked me what was “all the working out for if i didn’t try to challenge myself.” She had a point I have been training for weeks; running hills with a 20 lb weight vest, pushups and pull ups to the point of exhaustion. Yes I would do it, what the hell. As i approached the starting point with the 10:15am wave of runners a nervous energy begun to creep inside me. It was the fear of the unknown that waited for me like a lurking lion. The DJ worked the crowd into a frenzy, various training groups dressed alike in creative uniforms stretched and growled in anticipation of the start of the 10:15am wave. The runners were of all races, ethnicities, shapes and sizes. No Olympic champions here; just people looking to challenge themselves and have fun. I set the timer on my watch and the DJ barked out “lets go runners”.
I started out great, the first quarter mile was an easy jog on uneven terrain up a modest hill, then down a steep hill into the muddy forest where the footing was less than desirable. No sweat I kept my balance continuing along the path, the herd of runners at the beginning slowly thinned out and the more athletic men and women were running more than lightly jogging. the first mud pit was only 2-3 feet deep but the footing was horrible; some runners slipped into the mud pit others with no athletic ability went face down into the mud. For some it was a badge of courage to be submerged in the mud, but to to others it was more rewarding to not fall or go down face first. One mile in it became less fun and more of a challenge of mental and physical endurance. Army crawling in mud avoiding the barb wire or climbing a steep 20 foot wall with a rope tested my resolve.
Jumping over a fire pit and climbing another wall made with ropes which was 50 feet off the ground tested my sanity. I was determined to not let my fear of heights consume as I reached the end of the grueling 3.5 mile course; the sliding board that put the exclamation point on the run delivered me into a 6 foot deep pool of mud and God knows what else. Nothing prepares a man for a plunge into the murkiness of the mud. It made me think about what a man must feel like when sinking in quick sand, I desperately tried to feel for the bottom with my feet but no luck. I couldn’t stop because there were people coming down that slide behind me, so waded forward and pulled myself out of the mud pool.
Thank God the finish line is in sight but for good measure there was another 5 foot pool of mud that was laced with barb wire were you needed to wade underneath only your head just inches above the surface of the grimy pool of dark mud. But i emerged from the pool undaunted and crossed the finish line to cheers and hoots. A young lady placed the medal around my neck as i trudged to the wash off area were people by the 10’s rinsed off with hoses and smiled at each other approvingly of what we all accomplished. One hour and 12 minutes after setting my stop watch I made it! Bruised, cut and sore from the sheer brutality of what it takes to complete a course like the Warrior Dash gave me a better appreciation for all the brave men and women who go through basic training to serve in our Nations military. It gave me an appreciation of what my father sacrificed when he served in the Army during the Vietnam War. This was the best Father’s Day I can remember in a long time and it was topped off with a cold beer for my trouble!