Age: 26 State: WI
Experience: Iron Woman
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Age: 32 State: WI
By Denise Berry
Last year, on a chilly Saturday in September, I went out with the girls. But this time we skipped the fancy outfits, high heels and posh restaurant. Instead, we put on our sweats, tied up our hair and got dirty together.
It was better than any fu-fu martini we could have had.
I have to say, as a rule, I am not a dirty girl; I don’t like to get wet and I don’t like mud. But when I heard that the Dirty Girl Mud Run was coming to town, I surprised myself by signing up for it. Then, I recruited my friends.
At first they were a bit skeptical. A three mile run? With obstacles? In the mud?! But there was a sparkle in their eyes as they mulled it over. There was something oddly appealing in this. It felt like a challenge. It felt like a dare. It felt kind of naughty. “We’re in!” they quickly decided.
The morning of the run I woke up to a thunderstorm. “No way am I going out in this!” I thought, sending out a group text. “It’s awful out, ladies. What do you want to do?” As if they were all against me, everyone texted back, “I’m still in.” Wow, so I was the wimp of the group? Taking a deep breath, I replied, “I’m in if you’re in.”
I couldn’t have known what I was in for. I knew it would be muddy, but on the very first obstacle? And we had to crawl on our bellies in it? There was nothing to do but embrace it at that point, which we all did, in a big way. By the time we finished the course, not an inch of us was left unblemished. Our muddy handprints filled in the blanks.
What I hadn’t expected and was pleasantly surprised to experience was the incredible energy emanating from the thousands of women there. It filled the air like a soft, cozy blanket, warming us in spite of the chilly rain. I also noticed the enthusiasm everyone had for “letting go.” I’m guessing most of the women there, like me, don’t make it a habit of playing in the mud. We were given a rare opportunity to step outside of our comfort zone, to be a little kid again. Considering how many people not only walked through a muddy pool of water, but ran through it, I’d say they were making the most of it!
Even though this was considered a run, it wasn’t about competition. We women stayed together. No one got left behind. If you needed a hand, it was extended, and it didn’t have to be from someone you came with. It was about camaraderie, unity, sisterhood.
Dirty Girl showed me what women are made of. More specifically, I learned what I was made of. I am officially a Dirty Girl now, and proud of it!
I am a Dirty Girl from Buffalo, NY. Are you a Dirty Girl? And from where?
Denise Barry is an inspirational writer and author. Her children’s picture book, What Does the Tooth Fairy Do with Our Teeth?, is available now for pre-order at www.denisebarry.net.
August 17th, 2013
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