The weekend starts with a party on Friday night. Saturday morning bright and early, three members participate in a triathlon and the other 4 members head out to do some geocaching with the snakes and scorpions over 170 square miles of desert. We then move on to the zip line, ropes course, canyon swing, blob tower to ice wall, adventure course, cliff jump, thrill water slide...and the evening ends with another well deserved party. On Sunday, we'll be doing a sprint run, cyclo cross course, obstacle course, swim, more sprinting, etc, etc.
As soon as I realized how much this was scaring me I knew I had to sign up for it. I was at a party at a Kung Fu place on Saturday and found these wise words in the bathroom.
The second bathroom had some even more profound reading material...
- Would you or have you ever signed up to do a race like this? Was it simply a BLAST??
- Have you ever committed to something that scared the poop out of you? Tell me about your biggest craziest commitment and how it turned out. Did providence move once you fully committed?