Dirty Girl Mud Run Recap

“Laughter is the sound of the soul dancing. My soul probably looks like Fred Astaire.”  ~ Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale

Fair warning:  This post is random and unorganized and crazy.  It fits with the weekend that way.
A couple of weekends ago I headed to Dallas to meet up with the ladies in the family (and our male chaperone, Cousin Kevin) for a little event called the Dirty Girl Mud Run.   Picture it....12 ladies from my Aunt Delta Dawn to my little cousins Carly and Alex decked out in matching shirts proudly displaying our team name "Dirty Britches" running (not totally sure you can call it that) a race complete with muddy obstacles at every turn. 

Before and After

Y'all.  That race was not ready for us.  I have tried for two weeks to come up with words to describe it, but there really aren't any.  Pretty sure the whole weekend falls under the "you just had to be there" definition.  We not only had the best time, but it was also for a great cause--breast cancer research.

So anyway, because I don't know how else to commemorate this, I've decided to just share some of the funniest quotes of the weekend with you. 

Aunt Evil Kineval:  We have an hour before our flight.
Cousin Team Captain:  You should go get a margarita.
Aunt Evil Kineval:  We can't.  We're in training.  It started today.
Her friend Queso:  Nah.  I'll start tomorrow.

Me:  We are pulling up to the airport.  Where are you guys?
Aunt Evil Kineval:  Don't worry, just look for the world class athletes!

Me and the World Class Athletes

Aunt Delta Dawn:  Oh look, I found the other fat girls!  We can beat them!

Aunt Evil Kineval (laughing for 15 minutes until she cannot breathe):  Those fat girls were standing next to a truck that said, "Hog removal!"

The Accountant's Daughter:  Those girls were in the heat after us and they're passing us.
Me:  Allegedly. We don't know when they actually started.  I'm sure we're beating them!

Me (hiking up a hill during the race):  Why didn't we just go to breakfast?

I was not impressed with the mud on my arm.

Cousin Mim:  I have a uniboob!

Aunt Delta Dawn walks up to the first mud pit.  She was not impressed.  She had a little dixie cup from the water station.  She takes the cup, fills it with muddy water, wipes some on her face and tries to call it good.  That was insufficient, so we all went back and dragged her right through that mud pit with everyone else.  She decided we were not very fun.

Racer who shall remain anonymous:  That fart felt wierd in my muddy pants!

Me (after one of the mud pits):  Where is Queso?
Aunt E.K.:  I don't see her.
Me:  Oh my gosh, did we lose her in the mud??

Me:  Man, this is a flashback to the disaster that I was running hurdles in high school.
The Accountant's cousin:  You ran hurdles like THAT in high school?

In my defense, it's clearly genetic. Check out Aunt Delta Dawn.

Me (after hearing there was something else to climb):  We are NOT climbing anything else.  My butt cannot take sliding down the other side.

Aunt Delta Dawn's face when she saw the cargo net obstacle (below).

Aunt Delta Dawn:  Hurry, girls, take a picture of me acting like I'm climbing this net.  I've got to be able to show my friends and make them think it's real!

Check her out...bottom right, next to the sign.

The Accountant (crawling through the last mud pit):  I'm stuck, oh wait, I'm not, oh wait, I'm stuck again!

Here was the classic finish caught on tape.  (Please note we were totally setting a world speed record at this pace.)

Random guys at Buffalo Wild Wings to me covered in mud:  Excuse me, ma'am?  Where the hell have y'all been?

Waitress at BWW:  The accountant looks familiar.
Cousin Kevin:  Oh, that's because she's a porn star.

Realor (when we all piled out of the car to look at a house for sale and were subsequently introduced by Aunt Delta Dawn):  I've um, never showed a house to this many people before.

Could my family be any more awesome?  We've now decided to make this a yearly event for all of the ladies in the family.  And now I'm inviting any of you ladies in blog land to come and join in the fun.  How can you miss out on this experience?