A bit of background before I begin this post; I ran an obstacle course race in mid August. yippee doo da. But the excitement began shortly after the starting gun.
Suspending all disbelief, imagine a young vibrant little man, taking the first steps in this race, which he knew at the time consisted of 5km of running and around 15 obstacles designed to stop him from finishing this race. Jogging and pacing himself in the middle of the pack, the crowd surged toward the first corner. the second corner came up shortly after, at approximately the 300m mark, and the participants quickly laid eyes on the first sign of trouble; a mudpit the width of the track and perhaps 10' long. Most participants waded through this chest height pit; this young man in the middle, in his eagerness, leapt in before looking, and due to the evil curse surrounding this obstacle, felt his knee bend in 3 directions, none of which were the directions knees normally bend.
At this point, a shocked expression crossed this young man's face, as he realized what had happened, and the pain that had begun to set in. In an act of pure stupidity, this young man refused the reality of this situation, and kept trying to run. Taking a step, falling. another step, falling. again and again as if the evil curse never happened, and refusing to acknowledge the lack of a functioning knee. After eating dirt for 100m, a vision visited this young man, of 2 people whom he respected greatly; advising him prior to the race not to push through an injury.
The young man then stopped, and realized his mistake, and decided he needed to seek medical attention. And with a heavy heart, he hobbled to the first aid station. At the finish line. Because the thought that the exit from the track 400m behind him did not penetrate his thick skull, he went the rest of the 4.6km to go to the same and only first aid station. What a moron.
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