Entering my first mud run, the Rugged Maniac, I expected to make some mistakes.  Perhaps my shoes would not be tied tight enough.  Maybe I would stand up too soon and get nicked by barbed wire.  I could get mud up my nose.  Who knew?

Arriving to the race, we saw people walking around eating big turkey legs.  I envisioned myself covered in mud and sweat posing for a classic cave man type photo.  I took a mental note and lined up to start.

Mud.  Run.  Obstacle.  Repeat.

Finishing up, I searched for the turkey leg.  All I found was a sold out sign.  Alas, my greatest flaw was a delay in meal time.  No one ever said that being a cave man would be easy.

I may have gone without my turkey leg photo, but there was still some savagery caught on film.

Rugged.  Maniac.  Indeed.