Metro Dash DC 2011

Cute outfit, huh? I put a lot of thought into what I was going to wear for the Metro Dash. I knew it was going to be blistering hot on Dash Day – and it was - 93 degrees and 86% humidity – and I always train in just a sports bra and shorts. I knew there was going to be some walls to scale, sleds to push, tires to flip, and low crawling involved so I wanted to wear something to protect my shins and I didn’t want my ass to hang out of my shorts when I was bent over pushing the sled. So this was what I came up with.

Well luckily there are no pictures of it but my vajayjay came out a few times and blew kisses to her fans. She was like “HELLLLLL-OOOO” muah, muah. Oh boy.

The Metro Dash was super fun. It was a lot harder than I anticipated; I had watched YouTube clips and had seen other female times posted in other cities and really wanted to get sub eight minutes.

I even stood on the sidelines and watched for over an hour the other competitors, mostly the teams, run through the course and a lot of them were walking. I said to myself I will not walk any of it. Ha ha ha. I did end up walking, I wish I wouldn’t have, I wish you got to go through it twice I know I would’ve gotten a better score.

The obstacle that got me was the second one in, it was pulling the sled with a rope then pushing it back – the sled had a 25# plate on it. The sled was a commercial three-leg design, the skis were rubber. I had no problem pulling it to me. I got down to push it back and was flying until I hit the half way mark and the rubber skis dug into the chewed up black top and my forward momentum came to a screeching halt. I repositioned myself and tried again and the sled just wouldn’t move. What the heck, I thought to myself, my stress level started to sky rocket and my breathing became labored. Ray is yelling on the sidelines, “This just like in the backyard, Ang, move it!” I somehow got that sled to the other side and on to the tire flips but my breath was gone.

I flipped the tire up and back, scaled a wall and was onto the cargo net. The cargo net and the monkey bars were the events I was most worried about. I got up the cargo net with ease and was starting to catch my breath again.

I ran through the other obstacles of staggered sized box jumps, scaling walls, ducking under, balance beams and a farmer’s walk and up to the monkey bars. I walked up to my nemesis (I have NEVER in my life been able to get across monkey bars) grabbed on and flew across with ease!! Woo-hoo. Now the referee that was at the monkey bars must of noticed my girlfriend blowing kisses and told me he liked my shorts, he said he had a pair as well but didn’t have the body for them. He looked exactly like the guy from LMFAO – hair and all =)

Then I was up and over a chain link fence and onto carrying more stuff down and back. Whew….last few obstacles. I’m beat. Then I hear, “Go mommy, go” – I look over and my babies are waving and smiling. I shot them a wink and salute and pick up my pace. Threw a window, over some more balance beams, up another wall and down the side and yet ANOTHER EFFIN THING TO CARRY DOWN AND BACK. A heavy ass log. Ok, focus. I am trying to stretch my legs. My lungs are burning….I hear Ray on the side losing his mind, “This is it, home stretch, push yourself, sprint, Ang, sprint!” I think I am sprinting….I hope I am sprinting….I’m done!!
Some guy is fumbling with medals, I stop so he can place this over my head – I’d rather keep walking and catch my breath – I walk a few more steps and another guy is stopping me for my microchip. He’s fumbling with the scissors and I am trying to compose my breathing and I realize exactly how HOT I am.

I finally get through and there is my family and my friends. All big smiles and congrats! Wow, I feel amazing….minus the extreme burn in my lungs (that lasted hours later!). We snap a few pictures. An older lady walks up to my daughters and ask them if they are proud of their mom and they give her polite smiles and the lady grabs my hand and elbow and says “good job, mom, great role model” I’m beaming =D

We go and check my time, my watch I wore said 10:25 – 10:27 was official – 4th out 56 women! 49th out of 194 (at that time, ended up 49th out of 213) Woo-hoo….but that means I should’ve moved faster on SOMETHING. Damn it! I’m crushed for a second, Ray gives me that look – he knew I was going to beat myself up over that. Another young girl who was in the wave in front of me came and told me she had watched me run through and how fantastic I did. I feel better.
I got beat by the fastest woman by 33 seconds. It’s a failure teaches you things to avoid, modify or improve lesson. Next year I’ll have it in the bag ;-)

I had a blast and can’t wait for the Primal Mud Run in November!!