Running like the wind, climbing the towering walls, carrying the sand bag like it was a bag of chips, blazing up and down the rope climb, sloshing through the mud as if . . . a gazelle, that Herculean hoist – that’s all you got?, spearing ’em like no one’s business, and a burpee or two to spice things up, okay – a bunch of burpees . . . and then some.
For me, watching my friend excel on this adult playground called an OCR (Obstacle Course Race) was a cherished experience. I did get a bit of sun, but I will recover, and watching all those burpees was exhausting! I think I will call the Guinness World Records.