Dirty Girls Rock – Dirty Girl Mud Run Sacramento
By Michelle Sweezey
I have a confession to make.
I like it dirty.
Really dirty. . .
No really. I mean actually dirty. As in dirt, on me, and also, preferably, on my friends and teammates.
Oh, you thought I was talking about something else there for a minute, didn’t you?
Good grief. Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m a mother for fu.. , uh, goodness sake. I wouldn’t write about that kind of thing here.
Except, actually, I would.
Also, I would participate in a ridiculously physically challenging obstacle race, and wear little more than shorts, a sports bra and a smile (okay fine, and earrings, always earrings, for luck. . . ) and not give a single, uh, hoot, about how it looks. Possibly, I might do this fairly regularly, actually. Well, to be honest, I might do it at least three times a year, more if I have the opportunity.
Why? Because those things are a part of being a strong, confident and independent female, at least in my world.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my heels. And, rarely a day goes by that I don’t wear my pearl earrings somewhere.
I love them, and all their girlish sentimental impracticality. When I wear them, I feel prettier.
However, they don’t make me feel anywhere as close to as beautiful as I feel after a run. They don’t come close to how radiant I am after a hot and sweaty vinyasa practice. They don’t fill me up with confidence like back squatting more than my own weight.
They don’t make me feel like the warrior I believe myself to be after I’ve conquered a 13 mile obstacle course in the pouring down rain or 100 degree heat. They are not nearly as satisfying as crawling the length of a football field knee deep in wet sticky mud. And they certainly aren’t nearly as fun as climbing up over walls, nets, monkey bars and rope ladders.
They don’t make my heart sing with pride like supporting my teammates through new challenges or facing their fears does.
It’s just not the same kind of inner happiness.
They are just not dirty enough.
Being a woman, particularly a single mother who is also forging a new career path, requires grit, and lots of it. Sometimes this means I throw on a pencil skirt and (ever so reluctantly) toss back a cocktail or two at a business meeting. Other days it means I spent eight hours arguing with technology while I work on the optimization of some technological something-or-other.
Sometimes it means I drag my baggy-eyed beleaguered self out of bed hours before the sun rises so I can meet a deadline, teach a class, check in with my people and networks and rest my finger on the pulse of the world outside of my immediate present.
It almost always means I must work infallibly as both a leader and a team member. I am both the post to lean on, and the swaying lifeform.
But, having grit also means I regularly check-in with myself and my body. It means I find and push my edge in new ways frequently. It means I look for challenges not just in my work, but with my being.
When I push myself physically, I can go further mentally. When I tangibly face my own fears and limitations my world expands; I feel like I can do anything.
So, since it’s about time I get my endorphins all excited again, next week I’m off charge those little fellas up at the Dirty Girl Mud Run here in Sacramento. This one I’m particularly excited about for a number of reasons.
For one, the name. I mean. . . for real. Who doesn’t want to run it, if not just for the sweet shirt (also for the mud covered medal wearing selfie, I mean, um, if you do that sort of thing, or whatever)?
All bad jokes aside though, this a pretty legit run. Yes, I did just use the word “legit.” Yes, I also owned a pair of hammer pants, I am that old. Guess what? So are the people running with me. Yep. This a race for women of all ages, shapes and sizes, and its charity, Bright Pink, helps women.
It’s like Ladies Night. Only in the daytime. Outside. And also, there aren’t any barstools. Just dirt. And water. And mud made from the combination of those two beautiful things. And stuff to climb, crawl and laugh over. Oh, and it’s only 3.1 miles, so no excuses about distance please darlings.
We call this a win-win folks. You come get muddy and play with your lady friends. Your money goes to a charity to support the special bits that make us the powerful women we are.
Everybody goes home happy (and dirty).
Awesome. We start at 9am. See you there.