You’d think my beautiful wife had already done more than enough to earn the title of ‘warrior’.
Born in the British Columbian interior town of Prince George, where men are lumberjacks and women are…lumberjacks. Came to Australia with a few dollars and no plan. Married a dodgy Aussie bachelor. Gave birth to twins. Raised an autistic child. What other obstacles would a woman possibly have to take on in order to prove her toughness?
Apparently, the ‘Treacherous Typhoon’, the ‘Petrifying Plunge’, the ‘Teetering Traverse’ and the ‘Cliffhanger’, among others.
Yes, my beautiful wife took on the ‘Warrior Dash’ – the world’s antidote for stock market crashes, wanton riots and ‘Jersey Shore’ ratings.
What is the ‘Warrior Dash’? As trumpeted by their website – www.warriordash.com – it is a “mud-crawling, fire-leaping, extreme run from hell…Warriors conquer obstacles, push their limits and celebrate with kick-ass music, beer and warrior helmets.”
My wife’s description of the experience tended to steer clear of any death-defying, torture-conjuring, Satanic hyperbole:
“Ít was a really fun day…”
Certainly, she and her all-girl ‘Warrior Princess’ trio of friends approached the five kilometre Whistler course with tongue firmly planted in cheek. Three of the four wore blue cocktail dresses, tiaras and running shoes. Two of the team sported elaborate, fake facial hair in hope of securing the ‘Best Beard’ competition title. They were far from alone in frocking up. Under the ‘Start’ banner, they stood shoulder to shoulder with Optimus Prime, Batman and Robin, Hello Kitty, and a group of footballing types dressed as winged, wand-wielding fairies. Two men, who may or may not have been ZZ Top, wore full-length evening gowns. A group of Lucy Lawless clones modeled home-made breastplates and plastic swords. The crowd of four thousand plus thrill-seekers swam in a veritable sea of tutus.
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I signed up for the 2012 Warrior Dash at Peats Ridge and I can't wait!!