We continued our drive to the Marriott in Vail, and just after checking in we changed 2 big diapers, which lead to doing laundry in the sink (twice). Then we walked to the village for dinner so Matt could carb load for his big race the next morning. When we got back to the hotel we thought we would try to give Adley a bottle again and she threw a royal fit. That little girl really knows what she wants! It took at least an hour to finally calm her down and for us to try to get some sleep.
The next day we woke very early, quickly packed up and headed to Beaver Creek so Matt could do the most challenging race of his life. The race is called the Tough Mudder and the tough is an understatement! It was 12.5 miles long, with huge obstacles that required lots of team work, they went from 8,000 feet to 11,500 feet above sea level. The first 7 miles were all hiking up a black diamond ski hill while doing various challenges along the way. Adley and I watched and waited at the top of her first chairlift for Matt and his team to arrive. Naturally they were already dead tired as we watched them go over and under a bunch of logs and climb two 15 foot walls.
By mile 8 Matt was thinking he might not be able to finish because his feet felt like they were broken and at mile 10 he was climbing down a cargo net, lost his footing and had to jump down 4-5 feet. He landed right on his already sore heels and couldn't walk. A medic on a 4 wheeler drove him down the mountain the last 2 miles and helped him with some ice packs.
Meanwhile Adley and I were waiting by the end of the race, we watched as people ran through electrical cords and slippery mud. When the runners get hit with the cords their bodies freeze up and they face plant into the black mud, most spectators thought it was funny but I thought it was sad. I stood there worrying about how Matt was doing, since I didn't know he had gotten hurt. I worried about him running through the cords and getting laughed at if he fell. When his team showed up for the last obstacle Matt was no where to be found. My heart dropped, was he really doing the race alone? Was he hurt somewhere? Where was he? Adley and I went over to the finish line and found him, the poor guy had one shoe off and was trying to walk without showing how much pain he was in.
We then gathered our things and left in a hurry. I drove Matt right to the urgent care in Avon and he got his heels x-rayed and checked out. Thankfully nothing was broken, just badly bruised. They gave him a shot in the butt and sent him home :) I'm so proud of my strong tough mudder husband for making it as far as he did. Thankfully he said that he would NEVER do the race again and that he is proud of himself too. However, after a couple days to rest and think it over he may decide to do the race again...
Over all it was a fun weekend for our little family. We learned a lot about traveling with an infant and doing stupid challenges that no sane person should ever do. I was also reminded that my white skin can't take the mountain sun. I was so busy keeping Adley covered in sunscreen that I forgot about myself, ouch!
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