I think I need another bookshelf. I don’t really know where
I’m going to put it. I already have four in my room. But, I’m starting to have
to store books on the floor again, which generally means it’s time to start
looking for another shelving unit. If I mention this to Roomie, she'll roll her
eyes and shake her head.
It’s not that Roomie doesn’t like reading. She does. But
when she was a kid, she didn’t dream about owning the library from Beauty
and the Beast, so she doesn’t quite see the point in spending money on
yet another bookshelf. That works out though, because I don’t really get
spending money to swim under live wires.
Roomie did the Tough Mudder
this past weekend. I, sadly, wasn’t able to watch her complete this because I
was all preoccupied with graduating. Last night though, she told me all about
it. Of course, to make the story complete, she had to first don the orange
sweatband she received whilst running.
She showed me a map of the course and took me obstacle by
obstacle. There were twenty-one and each of them sounded horrible, but some
were a little worse than others. Roomie said that the one she hated most was
charmingly named, “Arctic Enema.” It was a dumpster filled with freezing water and a couple inches of ice cubes floating atop. She jumped in and then had to
fully submerge herself to get past the wood board in the middle and over to the
other side where other runners were waiting to pull her out. Apparently it took
about ten minutes before she could stop shaking.
Then there was the one where she ran through bails of hay
that had been set on fire. According to her recounting, the smoke was worse
than the fire. So she would just open her eyes to see far she’d be running
straight and then run that with her eyes closed to protect from smoke. When she
saw my shock over running blind through flaming hay, she assured me, “Yeah, but
when we got to other side, there was an aid stand where we got banana halves.”
I couldn’t tell you if she knows someone who has stated that
half a banana is so delicious they would walk through flames to get one, but I
can assure you, it wasn’t me.
And of course, my favorite, the “Electric Eel,” where she
had to slide on her stomach through water, above which dangled live wires. She
got shocked about five times. At this point in the story I asked why in all of
hell she would pay to do this and she said that the money went to charity. I
pointed out that she could also just donate money to charity and skip the whole
potential electrocution thing. She waved this off, saying, “It wasn’t really
that bad. It was just like you got punched real fast.”
The one thing that made this whole thing a little less Hunger Games to me was the fact that
everyone there was apparently more than willing to help everyone else. Roomie
said that most of the obstacles couldn’t be completed on your own, so other
runners were always around to help you finish the ones they’d already
completed. Which is kind of awesome and a pretty clear example of why, in a zombie
apocalypse, these are the people you’d want by your side.
That being said….I think I’m going to stick with my
bookshelves.
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