You hear a lot about mud runs like Spartan Races and Tough Mudders, mostly about how crazy you have to be to do one. Now I’m a rather fit looking individual, that does not mean I am in great shape however. Stairs and I have a not so friendly toleration of each other. When my friend suggested we do a mudder this year, I agreed but was pretty resigned to dying on that course. If there wasn’t that really cold beer at the end of the 11.6 mile, 2,000ft elevation change route, I probably would have.