Day 179… Travel to Where?
Posted on December 5, 2011 by Margaret Schlachter

Friday morning, I got up knowing it was time; time to be a competitor once again. As I pulled away from Killington, I knew the task I had before me. I slipped out quietly, only passing one co-worker on my way out the door. A simple good luck was all I was given. For unless you are in the world of Obstacle Racing it is hard to truly understand what exactly I was setting off to do. Yes, there was the money, but this race as many others were more than simply a race.
After a day traveling anonymously among thousands others,each in our own little worlds off stuck in the limbo of travel. I happened to sit on one of my flights next to a man who had done a Tough Mudder. I put my recent discontent aside and this “single serving friend” told me about his experiences in obstacle racing. We for a moment on the plane connected, brought together by this singular unique sport. I find many are scattered around uponly a few dare to call this our sport.
As I arrived to my hotel not knowing where I was in the world. For it was dark, yes I was in Texas but where I had no idea. The town Glen Rose meant nothing. I could have been in any town, in any state at that moment. The location did not matter. All that mattered was finding pizza, hydrating, and getting a good nights sleep. As I drifted off to sleep my mind was blank. All the emotions leading up to this point had been played out. All I had left ahead of me was one objective, the sole reason I traveled half way across the country, compete.