As I wandered into the warrior dash grounds, I looked around me. Everyone looked fit. Very fit. In fact they all looked like they'd run 5kms as a warm up and then run up a mountain for some real exercise! They were young. They were old. But they all had the long lean look of hard veteran runners. In silly costumes! There were Japanese warriors, there were hoola girls, there were leprechauns. And there was me! In my princess crown. Next year I will up the ante on my outfit.
Soon it was time to head to the starting line. We lined up with all the other colourful competitors in the 10am wave. Nikki's mum, a hard marathon runner who was also doing the dash, started giving us a pep talk about how to get over some of the obstacles. "When you get to the rope climbing wall," she said, "just keep your hips lower than your feet." Oh God, I thought, I didn't think it would be so hard as to need a strategy. Oh God, I am never going to get over all these obstacles! I started to panic. Then the horn blew and it was time to run!
I came, I dashed, I DIED, but I DID IT! And you know what? I had a really good time doing it too!
I like to think the moral of this story is: Do it. Who cares if you are not the fastest, not the thinnest, not the youngest? Probably only you! You can make excuses not to do stuff all your life, but think of all the opportunities you'll have missed! So if something looks fun/scary/hard give it a go. You might just surprise yourself!