For his birthday last year, Pat asked if I would do a Tough Mudder with him. Now, the fact that Pat had to ask for it for his birthday should tell you two things:
1) He really wanted it to happen
2) A Tough Mudder is...rough
It's a 10-12 mile race with 25(ish) obstacles like "jump into a dumpster full of ice and see if you can swim across without your legs freezing off," and "slither through a foot of dirty water with live wires suspended above it and try not to get shocked (you will get shocked)." BASICALLY you're paying to be tortured.
I did it, and you know what? It. Was. AWESOME. Completely aside from forcing me into ridiculously good shape (no one hates a flat stomach and rock hard butt!), when I crossed the finish line I really felt like I accomplished something. It's likely I was just delusional, near death, and high on endorphins, but it felt amazing. This year, we decided to assemble a team and do it again! I'm going to be registering this afternoon and I couldn't be more excited! Bring on the torture!