On Saturday 1 April I decided to take part in the Wild Mud Run at Osmaston Hall, Derbyshire.
I did zero training for this and it was still the most fun you can have in mud whilst, at the same time, being horrifically painful.
Lots of obstacles, a metric fuck-tonne* of mud to wade through (several people lost their trainers), FIRE to jump over – the only warm bit of the course) and an amazing finish – a jump from pretty high up onto a massive inflatable pillow.
This doesn’t strictly count as a ‘new thing’ as I’ve done a similar thing before but never this one so I’m counting it on a technicality basis.
It. Was. Amazing. I was cleaning mud from places for days.
*the scientific term