Yesterday I completed a major fitness challenge in my life. In January, I would not have thought this was possible at all for me. I still don't think of myself as an 'athlete'. But I am so very proud of myself for doing this.

A bit over 4 miles of trails, up and down ski hills. Steep ones.

15 obstacles, including a 3 ft deep pool to wade through, climbing up and down nets, climbing up a rope, a tire maze, running across a floating bridge, crawling on my belly under chicken wire, crawling on my back *up hill*, navigating up and around giant wooden logs, over-and-under hurdles, and a bunch more, culminating in climbing up a set of cars on to a school bus, and them *jumping off* (into a pile of sawdust)

I came in 2nd last, time wise. I don't care. I finished. I did not punk out of ANY of the obstacles. I pushed *myself* to my limit and found out that I could, in fact, do it. The me who would have balked at walking up just one of the hills I blithely clambered over. The me who would have taken one look at that rope and said "not in a million years". I grabbed hold, and even though I fell three times, I didn't give up and I climbed to the top.

I did it.

I am a Badass.