To say that it has been an eventful weekend is a bit of an understatement. This last weekend I logged about 17 hours of driving. About 12 of those hours were with my brothers and my dad. Half of those hours were spent with my brothers 'celebrating' our tough mudder victory. Yes, it was a victory. We survived it despite, or maybe because of our funny shoes. It was an amazing weekend and spending it with the three men that I grew up with was pretty special. The days leading up to the event had me dreaming of the boys running off and leaving me behind. I made sure to emphasize the camaraderie clause of the tough mudder credo at the start of the challenge. Despite my initial worries, we did in fact stay together. It is a good thing too... I definitely would not have made it up those 12 foot walls without them! We worked together and pushed one another. We scurried over rocks, scampered over hills. We crawled through tunnels, under barbed wire and through mud. We jumped into giant tubs of ice. We crossed monkey bars, traversed on ropes and jumped off of platformes into freezing cold water. We ran 10 miles, half of those miles going practically straight up. And all of this at elevation. Was it the toughest race in the world, probably not. But it certainly was fun, and it left all of us walking like invalids in the end.

Boys, thanks for dragging me along! Dad, thanks for being the best (most enthusiastic) camera man ever! Check out the video that my brother put together: Tough Mudder Socal 2011