Ever signed up for something that you regretted? I have. My secret shame is that I stupidly locked myself into an iPhone3 contract that might outlast religion. Seriously, who still carries an iPhone THREE? The fucking thing does not run any apps. It laughs at me menacingly from my handbag. Most of the time I use my only-slightly-less-cringeworthy iPhone4 but at least I can blame it on being a work phone, roll my eyes, joke about what a museum piece it is and change the subject. Quickly.
The Husband is known for doing anything I do about a zillion times better, which would make you think he’s perfect. Not quite. If I sign up for something I regret, you can be sure he’s signed up for something way more foolish.
So, on a weekend in September we piled in the car, met up with the Eco Ninja and her fella then drove to the Tough Mudder Event in Wales. Not heard of it? Here’s the crib notes: 12 mile run, hills, crawling through tunnels, sprinting in deep mud while being electrocuted and other insane obstacles like an ‘arctic enema’. All of which takes place in Wales which is notoriously cold and wet in September.
Suddenly my iPhone3 doesn’t seem like such a mistake, eh?
What’s interesting about this is that he could have chickened out at any point – not like the direct debit Vodafone have me by the short and curlies.
All three of the guys put on their best tough guy faces and took themselves off to the start line.
After three hours, the boys climbed their last wall, ran through their last electrified torture obstacle and claimed their free t shirts and cider. And we congratulated them on being so masculine and attractive.
And to celebrate their achievements Eco Ninja fed us her special red velvet cake that is so good it makes you want to donate your vital organs for another piece. Yes, that’s exactly what happened. We ate cake because the boys did a great job and not because I got another fucking year older.
All photos taken on my iPhone. (Not the iPhone3, obviously, the camera is broken on it.)