In the meantime, here's a post that deserves to be written. Over the weekend, hubby competed in Tough Mudder. It's a 13-mile race plus obstacle course referred to as "probably the toughest event on the planet." It requires participants to run through fire, swim through 30-degree ice water, and crawl through wires that produce electric shocks, among other seemingly crazy and dangerous obstacles. It sounds rather miserable to me, but he was excited, so I was excited for him. Unfortunately, I couldn't go and spectate (I co-hosted a bridal shower instead), but he successfully completed the race. And survived. That's probably the best news. He didn't die. I'd be lying if I said the "I'm not interested in being a single mom" thought didn't cross my mind!
He came home and talked about it all night. Very proud of himself, as he should be. Way to go, hubby! Brantley and I are proud of you and glad you made it back home to both of us!
Here's a picture I stole from one of his teammate's Facebook.
