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A RunAMuck Tale

Jul 09, 2012 11:08AM

Andrew Barba and Kylie Keenan at Reno's RunAmuck!

Written by Kylie Keenan

-- Reno, Nev.

When asked by a close friend if I wanted to participate in the 5th annual RunAmuck obstacle course during the Reno River Festival, I simply replied, "The run-ah-what?"

I had no idea what he was talking about and was nervous even to hear about his idea. He must have picked up on my thoughts, because he laughed and said it wasn't a crazy idea.

He proceeded to explain the event to me in his usual nonchalant manner, noting that it was an obstacle course downtown with costumes, water hoses, fans, teams—oh and a giant mud pit! He acted like a giant mud pit was the coolest thing of which he had heard!

"A giant mud pit?" I questioned.

"Yeah," he replied. "Everyone runs through it, hence the name RunAmuck."

I laughed and told him I would have to think about all of this before agreeing to do it. I did my homework on the event, spoke to several other people who were doing the race, and finally agreed to participate in my first RunAmuck!

However, agreeing to participate did not mean that I followed proper pre-race etiquette. In fact, I unintentionally did just the opposite. Agreeing to be on a team with all boys should have been the first red flag that I was not prepared. But, of course, I didn't consider that until after the matter.

So when the big day arrived quickly I was frantic! It dawned on me suddenly that as the only female in the group I should have been the one in charge of signing up everyone, creating our team name, and designating costume assignments.  Reaching out on a limb, I text messaged my friend to see if he had done any sort of organizing in order to get us ready for the event. Of course, he had not.

"Operation game time," I thought to myself.

I’m notorious for working well under pressure, due to my procrastination habits. I revamped my casual morning, and before I knew it I found myself digging through my closet for a costume, madly contacting people involved with the race organization to see if we could still participate and running up and down my stairs to see if I was in shape for something like this!

I finally found a tutu and a matching hot pink tank top. I thought to myself, "Well, here we go. I'm a ballerina of some sort! It's certainly not the most creative idea, but it works." My costume was now a check on my list of things to do!

Next, I registered our team. I rushed down to Wingfield Park and nearly begged the race registration team to allow us to participate. Fortunately, it worked, but everyone had to be there in 20 minutes to sign liability forms. Still in work mode, I quickly sent out a mass text threatening them to make it down before our time expired. Much to my surprise, all four of the boys arrived just in time. Not one of them arrived in costume—but hey, at least we had a team! We were blown away by some of the other teams’ costumes. People really went all out. There were grapes, brides, farmers, bananas, Batman, and everything in between. After enjoying the view of everyone else's costumes, and team completing our liability forms I realized that the only thing left on my agenda was to survive the race.

I was nervous about what to expect now that I was here. I had heard horror stories about people breaking their necks in the mud pit, fire hoses spraying you down, hay stacks a mile high, and a giant water slide. But I told myself it was too late to back out now and the energy was contagious. Finally, I eased up and learned quickly to embrace the environment of it all.  It was so fun to see the local community out and about on such a beautiful summer day, and the participation from so many people made me appreciate our biggest little city.

When the race finally started I realized quickly that I was crazy for second guessing my participation and was lucky to be a part of such a fun event.

The 2.5 mile course was lined with cheering crowds, teams with creative costumes, a brief set of tire drills, a garbage bag hop, haystacks, and of course, a 60-foot mud pit.  The obstacles were welcoming to all fitness levels and just added some spice to the event. Much to my surprise the mud pit was short and sweet and by no means intimidating.  People were running, crawling, splashing, and even skipping through it.

It was obvious that everyone was just there to have a good time! My teammates and I laughed most of the way, and enjoyed waving to other participants, racing each other, running into mutual friends, and getting down and dirty with each obstacle.

We finished in 30 minutes and 34 seconds and managed to come in 37th place out of 163 teams.

After seeing pictures, hearing other people’s stories, and participating in the festivities I am certainly looking forward to the 6th annual Reno River Festival RunAmuck event next year! However, I do hope to be a bit more prepared for round two and register on time, make a killer costume, and encourage other friends, clients and family members to get involved as well! I might even go all out and try to beat my teams pace this year!

Sign up and be ready to get down and dirty! Find the nearest RunAmuck location here.