Now I know, I know, you're asking in your head, "Torrey, if you followed him for half of the race, why didn't you just run the whole thing with him?? It would've been one of those terribly romantic moments when you hug at the end all equally muddy and such." And I will look at you for a moment, consider the question and then give you the most honest answer I possibly can.
"Because I didn't want to. I don't like getting muddy."
At all. Really. It's one of those things that I have NEVER enjoyed. Dirty, that's cool. Camping? I can handle it. But mud? No way. It cakes funny and gets uncomfortable and somehow always ends up in weird, awkward places. So signing up for this race wasn't going to happen. Now if it had been a race on the beach, right against the ocean, I would've been there. Let me know when that happens ok? ok.
Anyway, so Glen is racing along, I'm taking pictures, and it turns out to be going really really well. Especially after he climbed the mud wall and then went to swing over the mud pit. I'll let the video speak for itself:
I seriously laughed so hard. I mean, I had to tell him to wait to try again because I was laughing so hard. So classic. So something I would do. Not him. Oh it was great!
And then he kept on running and made it to the finish
And then he hugged me.
And I got covered in mud. I promise, the picture doesn't do it justice.
But seriously. I still think he's cute. Even when he's muddy.