In a very romantic and muddy gesture, Dennis swept me up and kissed me after I crossed the finish line. Luckily my friend's sister was there to snap the shot.
This past weekend Dennis and I and some friends did a new race in the area called the Dirty Dash. It took place at a ski resort near Boise. It was by far the funnest race I have ever done. Many of the teams and participants were dressed in costumes from men wearing nothing but whitie-tighties to women wearing their highschool prom dresses. We felt pretty lame about not having dressed up.
The course in itself was very difficult. Most of it was straight up hill. At one point I looked up the hill in front of me and every single person was walking, including myself. Every single person, that is, except Dennis. As usual. He was the only one still running, trucking right up the steep hill.
After each mile they had obstacles that we had to pass like jumping over stacked hay bales, jumping through tires, crawling through tunnels and climbing over walls. At the top of the never-ending hill we were climbing, the obstacle was to chug a can of beer (or rootbeer or the under-aged and LDS folks) and then go down a 150 foot slip and slide that was being sprayed down with a fire hose.
The last obstacle was to go through a mudpit, on your hands and knees. A few of the racers didn't want to get muddy and tried to carefully walk through the mud but the huge crowd of spectators wouldn't have it and would all start booing and throwing mud at them until they would get down on all fours and finish like the rest of us. They even had water balloons on hand for the kids to throw at the participants as they crossed the finish line.
It was a hoot and so much fun!