That's ... that's ... that's ...
Oh, dear lord.
I am not prepared for this.
A really really lot.
And, I know it's supposed to be this fun event. The point is only to finish it. It's about working as a team. Blah blah blah. What if I hold everyone back? My team, or other racers? I still haven't been able to do monkey bars on a children's playground, nevermind the adult-sized race ones. I don't know how my knees will hold up through mud, or down a ski hill, even at a walking pace. There are tubes that people have to crawl through, people much smaller than me, and they barely fit into those tubes! I tiptoe/walk through the tires in Outdoor Fitness Challenge because I trip on my own two feet, and they have a field of tires to agility-run through. There is a giant slip-and-slide, people. Giant! Giant obstacles equal giant bruises.
What the hell was I thinking?
I'll tell you what I was thinking: I was cocky. I thought "sure, I can do it. I've got time to lose weight and get strong and train specifically for this event. And then we'll have some beers afterwards and congratulate ourselves on being badass-princesses-who-turn-forty-next-year."
Guess we'll know in about 3 days.