On Saturday, hubby and 2 of his cousins ran the Warrior Dash in southern Maryland. This was my third weekend in a row of being a race spectator; I didn’t mind sitting this race out since it meant not getting muddy.
It took us about an hour and a half to get to the race which takes place on a Motorcross course. Zain enjoyed the relaxing ride through the rural roads of southern Maryland.
As we walked to the starting area, we saw the muddy runners coming up the hill.
What really caught my eye though was the number of porta-pots. I wish all races had that many!
Unfortunately, this race wasn’t ideal for spectators. After crossing the starting line, the runners headed into the woods and we didn’t see them again until they came back out to head to the finish line. Zain and I still had fun watching the runners while we waiting for hubby and his cousins to head back to the finish.
We spotted the boys coming down the hill and I manage to capture some pictures of the fire jumping and mud crawling.
When the runners come down the hill to jump over the fire, they’re still relatively clean. Obviously, the mud pit really does them in. No worries though. They had pool water trucks with hoses to rinse off the runners.
Before and after pictures of the guys:
I managed to get a little muddy myself just by walking around. I know, poor me. Flip flops were not a good choice.
Zain enjoyed a nice little snooze on the drive home. Watching races is tough work.
On Sunday, Zain got to test out his new bike! We got him this awesome tricycle for his birthday, but we hadn’t assembled until this past weekend. It can be used for kids ages 9 months to 5 years with it’s different configurations so he’ll be able to use it for a couple more years. I had just gotten back from my long run (finally back to double digits with a 10 mile run, wahoo!) when he and hubby were about to take the bike for a spin.
He LOVES his bike. He kept saying “ride a bike! ride a bike!” He didn’t quite get the peddling part down so the parent handle is pretty nifty. Yesterday, he kept asking me to “ride a bike?” but it rained all day. I think we have a little cyclist on our hands.
Sunday afternoon, we went into Baltimore where Zain had a blast looking at all the boats. He was fascinated by the water which led to a tantrum because we wouldn’t let him play with the bubbles floating in the Inner Harbor. Poor kid has such terrible parents!
Here are some pictures from when he was still happy: