Just after skydiving for my 31st birthday, I decided that the following year, I would participate in a Mud Run and finally tackle my fear and loathing of running. My entire life, I have probably run a cumulative distance of 1.85 miles. And about 75% of that distance was run gasping, crippled over in sheer agony. I do not run. Nor do I participate in any activity whose title includes the word run. But the Tweed Run? I could definitely get down with that.
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