Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Finally a Tough Mudder

The day before the Tough Mudder, my teammates were listing off the supplies they packed and the many things in their first aid kits. The only thing I had in my bag was a change of clothes, some baby wipes and Confixer*.

Luckily Pete remembered things like towels, insurance cards, a jug of water for cleanup and snacks for the kids. I had all positive thoughts. There was no way I was getting hurt so I wasn't even going to plan for it. I think in the end, my positive (or positively clueless) attitude helped get me through with only minor scrapes and bruises.

The start was a little crazy. The kids were bawling their eyes out. Wynne because she thought I was going to die. Emmett because he wanted to go back to the car to watch movies and eat s’mores. (At the time I thought he was also worried about me. Pete set me straight later.) But that image stuck with me throughout the course. I cannot die or get hurt or the kids will never trust me again. Mommy guilt does not take a vacation.

The first obstacle was the worst. But it taught me an important lesson -- take a minute before attempting each obstacle to see how it is supposed to be done. I followed my brother, Jason, into the arctic enema without thinking about it. This is a pool of ice water. I now understand why so many people die from hypothermia when they fall in an icy lake.

They should call this obstacle panic attack. I got in and it took my breath away. I couldn’t breathe or think.
I moved forward to a wall. I figured we had to go over it, but then noticed that it was topped with barbed wire.

Then Jason disappeared under the water and came up the other side. I got it. I went under and panic set in even more. I was numb and frozen. I almost couldn’t lift myself out of the water but once I did I was fine. We were only in the water about a minute, but I am still haunted by that feeling three days later. I will NOT be attempting a polar plunge anytime soon.


The next several obstacles were fun. We army crawled in underground tunnels that looked really scary on the website, but in reality weren’t so bad. Again, I followed Jason. I figured I could grab on to his ankles and hitch a ride if things got tough. I didn’t need to do that. Once we got out Julie remembered that the trick was to go through on your back and use the 2x4s at the top to move along.

TM had lots of water stations and bananas. The volunteers peeled them for us which was helpful since our hands were full of mud. Still, they were gritty. Sadly, the port-a-potties smelled better than some of the water/mud pits that we had to walk through. I think they trucked in farm waste for some of the obstacles. They made it more fun by adding potholes in the mud/water pits. Again, I followed right behind someone so I could tell where the holes and big rocks were. I’m still not sure if this makes me very smart or a cheater.

The mud mile looked like it was going to be a blast. And it was. Scale up a slippery hill, slide down into water. Sometimes it is waist deep, sometimes ankle deep. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. That one seemed to go on forever. I have never had so much mud in my butt.

Army crawling under barbed wire was also fun – our teammate Jay made the Tough Mudder Facebook photos – he looks so happy there!


We also army crawled under barbed wire with electric shock streamers dangling down. That was less fun. When it was my turn they said the current was off and we should go – “Green light” they yelled. My heart raced and I don’t think anyone has ever crawled that fast in their life. I was able to avoid hitting most of the streamers, but at the end you had to go through them to get out. I was spared but I heard a few people get zapped. One guy described it as “slightly less painful than being tazed.”

There was a lot of running and slogging through mud. Parts of the course were giant fields that were sectioned off so you could see people in other parts of the TM. It was hard to figure out if you had just been there or if you were about to go there. But you didn’t have much time to look around because there were a lot of rocks and roots and I was trying not to trip. There seemed to be endless hills covered in mud from the storm the night before. Still I was thankful we didn’t have the 80+degrees they had on Saturday. 50s with rain was just fine with me.

 They had some great signs along the way. At the 3.2-mile mark there was a banner that said “Congratulations on completing a Warrior Dash – too bad this is the Tough Mudder and you’ve only just begun.” They also had a sign at the walk the plank promising to push you off the edge if you held up the line. They were not kidding. My sister in law questioned her ability to jump and the volunteer shoved her right into the water. When she looked up at him from the water he shouted “You’re welcome”.

I didn’t get shoved but I was terrified. I’m afraid of heights but went for it. I flapped the whole way down but did not fly.

 The boa constrictor looked really scary on the web site. I followed Julie in. (Again – I was not above hitching a ride.) It started raining really hard and the wind was picking up just before we went it. The tunnels were actually nice. No wind and the water felt good on my sore body. And it didn’t smell like crap. But I got lots of muddy water in my mouth so the feeling of euphoria went away quickly.


Big props to Jason for getting all the way across the both the monkey bars and rings. I used the first ring to launch myself into the water Tarzan-like. It was fun. I couldn’t even reach the monkey bars so I just jumped right into the water. Emmett said they should have put fire under the monkey bars. I hope TM never gives him a job.

There were a few obstacles that I just did not do. Scaling a 12-foot wall didn’t seem like it would be impossible (since there is so much help) but I was worried about the drop and the effect it would have on my knees and ankles. The 20-foot half pipe called Mt. Everest had a 30 minute wait to attempt it. We were frozen and a guy cracked his melon attempting it as we were deciding what to do. We went around.

We conquered a haystack climb, a cargo net, a mile-long trek though fallen trees and sticks, lots of muddy hills and more. Running in wet shoes was not as bad as I thought.


The final obstacle was running through the electric shock streamers. I was back and forth all day about doing this. Luckily Julie was by my side and told me we were going through together. She went faster than me, but I made it. I was zapped a few times (I hope to never know how it compares to being tazed) and Julie said I should get an award for not swearing in front of the kids.


It took our group about four hours to finish (my brother, sister-in-law and their crew were an hour faster and hit all the obstacles).

It never got so grueling that I thought about quitting. I was slower than I would have liked, but all along it was fun. Many thanks to Julie – without her I might have skipped a few more obstacles. I’m sure I would never have made the climb up Walk The Plank without her next to me.

 Will I do it again? I think overall the TM was a little too scary for me. I expected to conquer my fear of heights and confined spaces but I ended up with a new fear of falling into a frozen lake. I see other mud runs in my future but probably less tough, more mud. But it was a great day. I met a goal I’ve been working on forever and spend some real quality time with my siblings. And I think my kids are impressed. Or at least glad that I am still alive.






Julie and me at the finish line. Either I'm standing in a hole or she is about to tip over on me.







 *a leave-in conditioner made by Aveda. It smells awesome.

Friday, April 30, 2010

No Phone Zone

I get it now. I’ve been hearing the messages for a while now, I just did not think it was realistic. I NEED to multitask. I don’t have time to just drive to and from work. I need to also be on a conference call, having a chat with someone on my team, venting with one of my peers or talking to my mom without the kids acting crazy.

A little over a year ago we were getting ready to have one of Pete’s former co-workers and her family over for dinner and a play date. I remember Pete sitting on the couch reading an e-mail from Laurie. She had to cancel because her mom was struck by a car and killed. Later we found out her mom was out for a walk and the driver of the car, a teenager, was texting while driving. Laurie’s mom was her best friend and I’ve seen her Facebook posts and read her blog over the last year. It has been heartbreaking to see what she has gone through. I watched that British PSA on You Tube last year about the texting girls and thought that it was a good thing I don’t text and drive (knowing full well that phone conversations are also distracting.)

Laurie has focused her energies on becoming an advocate against distracted driving. What she said made sense. Every time I took a call while driving I thought about her, but did it anyway because that media call could not wait, I was on a long, boring drive to Fargo or, really, because if the phone rings you answer it.

On the Today Show this morning they compared the distracted driving campaign to early efforts for drunk driving and seatbelt laws when it finally clicked. I would never consider driving drunk or without my seat belt but have made countless excuse why I cannot possibly shut the phone off while driving. Ever since I became a mom I have felt this obligation to do everything in my power to stay alive for my kids. I’m committed to regular exercise; I eat healthy foods (on most days) and am determined to get my BMI back to the healthy range. My days of dumb risks are over. I don’t ride on motorcycles and I wear my helmet when I ride my bike. I say a prayer every time I get on an airplane or start on a long car ride that I will get home safely to my kids.

So I’m going to do it. Yes, I feel lame for getting on board with Oprah, but I will make my car a No Phone Zone. It is not going to be easy since old habits are hard to break. It is going to take planning – figuring out directions BEFORE I start on a trip instead of calling someone. Pulling over to use the phone if it is unavoidable. Planning my week so that I don’t have to take calls in the car.

I may be late for some calls or miss some media opportunities but I cannot imagine living with the guilt if I cause someone else’s death because I just have to take a call. And hopefully I increase the chance that I’ll be around for my kids. That is motivation enough.

Friday, January 1, 2010

A Holiday Break Measured in Bodily Fluids

It is official. I am getting old and turning into a mom. When I look back at my holiday break the things that stand out are not the parties, shopping for myself or days I slept in (ha!). The things that stand out (aside from Christmas morning and quality time with the kids) were the many bodily fluids we encountered.

On Christmas Eve we had family over for some food, drinks and games. The kids were off playing while the rest of us chatted. After a while Wynne came to the dining room and I asked if she could check on Emmett. (Not a good sign when you have not heard from a two-year-old in a few minutes.) She came back and said "he pooped in his underwear and is taking a bath".

Pete was the first responder to the scene and shooed me away so I would not get sick. I did catch a glimpse of a naked little boy standing in a dry tub and well as tell-tale skid marks in various locations throughout the bathroom -- on the toilet seat, tub, floor, step stool (?). Poor kid did not want to ask for help. You can understand why we use a lot of bleach in our house.

We also seem to have had a large number of overnight accidents in our house -- we should really get some more sheets for the kids' beds. While I was doing laundry I decided to change the sheets on my bed and Emmett asked me "mom, why you tinkle in your sheets?" I quickly corrected him and said I was just washing them because it was time to change them and he said "no - you tinkle in your sheets. But it's OK." thanks, kid.

Early on New Year's Day (3:30 am) we heard Emmett crying at the top of his stairs. He told Pete that he "spilled". Pete took a look at him, thinking he spilled his water and brought him back up to bed in the dark. As he was tucking Emmett back in the smell hit him -- Emmett had not spilled, he threw up. Poor kid did not know how to describe what happened. I got up at this point and we changed his sheets and PJs and put him back in bed. He threw up again. He seemed like he was better and Wynne was having a coughing fit so Pete gave her medicine while I put Emmett back to bed with new sheets and new jammies. Bad idea. A few minutes later he was at the top of the stairs again, crying (do we not learn?!?!?). I picked him up just in time for him to puke down my back and on the stairs. We learned after that and set him up near our bedroom and gave him a bucket in case he could not make it to the toilet. He used it a few more times and then really took a shine to it. Every time he coughed he used the bucket.

By the next day he was not throwing up and was fascinated with the toilet and his bucket - he kept running to the toilet so he could cough in it.

Wynne kept things interesting by having several bloody noses, usually gushing and in the middle of the night (she insists she is only "scratching" her nose, not picking it. Hmmmm.)

All in all, it was a good break. We had a nice Christmas, I did some organizing, tackled the sewing pile, learned to cross-country ski and did LOTS of laundry. I feel a little bad that I am looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. It is very unlikley that I will be puked on at the office.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

To catch a mouse...

We have a mouse problem. Not sure how they are getting in, but we are having a real hard time getting rid of them. These are no ordinary mice. They are some kind of super-intelligent stealth mice. Traps are useless.

The back story:

A few weeks ago we noticed mouse poop. We cleaned out under the sink and set some traps. I showed the kids the traps and the loud noise they made when triggered. Told them DO NOT TOUCH THESE. You guessed it, the next day I was cooking and I hear Emmett say "what is this fo---SNAP". His finger was not caught but the trap did snap him. I asked him if he was going to touch the mouse trap again. In between crying he sniffed out a "yes". Well then I can't help you...

Fast forward a few days. I almost vomited when I saw mouse poop in the SILVERWARE DRAWER. eeeeeeeew. So, another round of bleach. and we set a trap in the drawer.

The next morning Pete mentioned that he saw that I moved the trap. I didn't move the trap. That sneaky little boy has a habit of putting his breakfast spoon back in the drawer (why do we have mice?!?) and he must have noticed the trap and he moved it to the floor. WITHOUT SETTING IT OFF. Crappy trap or crafty kid? not sure.

Then we went to the Dells for almost a week. We set out multiple traps and mouse poison. Got home and nada. We cannot seem to catch these suckers. But no more mouse poop so maybe the mouse problem is gone.

No such luck. A few days later I found mouse poop by my treadmill. Now I am the first to admit I do not use it every day, but by no means is it so unused that a mouse should take up residence.

So the mice are not gone. they are not falling for our traps. There have been two sightings but no captures.

Which leads me to our last-ditch effort. Last weekend Wynne and I decorated gingerbread houses at my cousin's house. Since we probably still have mice I can't leave it out (why feed the intruders). So we let the kids have at it tonight, knowing we are going to toss it. But Pete had a final idea. Let's set a trap right by the house and see if that lures the mouse. This plan has many, many holes but we are at the end of our rope. And there is a good chance we'll catch Emmett. But he's got to learn...




UPDATE: No luck, but no new sings of the critters anywhere. Are we in the clear???

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Mommy's helper

I need to keep a better eye on Emmett. I just discovered that he has been putting his dirty clothes in the dryer instead of the hamper. Last week I caught him putting his used cereal spoon back in the sliverware drawer. At least he is trying...

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Life with Two Moms

Wynne was telling me about her friend Bennett who has two moms. I asked her what she thought about that. She thought for a second and said "it would be great....if one mom is working you can just play with the other mom...."