I have entered a race that required me to sign the scariest waiver I've ever seen. I have agreed to participate in an event that promises to be a "hazardous activity...an extreme test of my physical and mental limits that carries with it inherent risks of physical injury that cannot be eliminated completely, including but not limited to an above-average risk of death and/or serious injury."
To do this race, you also have to be cool with "close proximity and/or contact with thick smoke and/or open flames...inadequate competition equipment and/or equipment failure." Contact with open flames?? Yes, this is a fabulous idea. In fact, I should PAY someone to LET me take these risks. I have most certainly lost my mind.
On September 17, I will be participating in the Hillbilly Porkchop Roundup 5K River Run in Fort Smith.
Judging from the last event's photos, there promises to be more mud than open flames.
Why would I sign up for this? Well...because all the other kids are doing it. I'll be on a team with the NWA Jogaholics, my favorite running buddies. So at least if I come in contact with open flames, someone will be there to put me out.