Today we did the Mud Run. By "we", I mean Wesley did it with his cousins, and I watched the kids. I was there in spirit, dammit, so that should count for something. He came out looking like something I had nightmares about as a kid, so I can't imagine what his own kids thought about it. Their expressions say it all, no? I am super proud that he completed the entire course. I'm even inspired to try to get in shape for the next one, but I have 364 days to talk myself out of that insanity.
