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So who out there did the Warrior Dash? What did you think? Was it really "a hellish 3.4 miles" of running, obstacles and mud?
I took a shot, as you might guess. It's too fun to be hellish – but it is challenging ... and quite a spectacle. I ran in the Arizona edition on May 1. It ran for two days in Florence, just southeast of Phoenix. (Find a Warrior Dash near you) Here are a few thoughts from being part of the 1:30 p.m. wave. Check these out, and let me know about your Warrior Dash experience!
- Don't wear anything you plan to wear again. Â And if you sink a lot of time into some sort of costume, be willing to destroy it. And have it hinder your performance. Except for the dudes I saw running in dresses – they were fast, and looked well-practiced at running in dresses.
- Run the second day. The first day will help organizers work some kinks out. On Saturday, the Arizona race only had one water station. The organizers wisely added a second for Sunday.
- Bring towels and spare clothes. Don't overlook this. A portable camp shower isn't a bad idea, either.
- There's a very convenient bag check. Drop your spare clothes/towel/keys/whatnot off there. Run. Come back and get it. Save yourself a long slog to the car.
- If you have time, enjoy the atmosphere. The electronic timing tag on your shoe gets you a free beer (though it's beer fit for frat boys rather than warriors, so I skipped it).
- I understand that not everybody is super-fit. I know that not everyone is charging hard for a good time. But please, people, this is not a Toys for Tots walk-a-thon. At least look like you're trying. Jog bits of it. And do not, for the love of Odin, walk three abreast. Stay to the right and leave room for the faster people. Earn your plush Viking headgear! If you are not willing to get out of breath, sign up for something else.
- There are lots of scantily clad fit people. Just sayin'.
- We had to pay $10 to park. That was kind of grating.
- Speaking of parking ... it smelled like the Rastafarian Army was camping near our parking spot. Both arriving and leaving, the smell of skunkiness filled the air.
So if you did it, would you do it again?
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