Wolf Run

On Saturday, I was lucky enough to be one of sixteen stags taking part in the Wolf Run for Joel’s stag party. I’ve worked with Joel for four years and think he’s one of the kindest and most handsome men I’ve ever met. I was delighted to be included and am very much looking forward to his wedding in a couple of weeks.

I haven’t done something like this in a long time. I’ve just checked and the last was a Commando Run in 2014. I was much younger then (obviously) but I don’t know if I was any fitter. I definitely wasn’t as strong. That was a similar thing – 10km run with a barrage of obstacles put in that were apparently used to train Marine Commandos.
Video link below.

The Wolf Run was different. It seemed intent on ascertaining how much mud the entrants could carry about their person. We threw ourselves over hay bails, ducked beneath runs of netting, and waded through swamps that were fit for an ogre. Over 10km, we worked together as a team, grabbing one another around the wrists to hoist out of a perilous pit or, quite frankly, using each other as glove puppets to try and push a new front up enough for them to get some leverage.

It was the most exhausting kind of fun, and I surprised myself with how capable I felt for most of it. There’s no secret to the fact that I’m a fervent gym boi. This was the first practical application of any strength training that I’ve done. There was only one muddy bank that I failed to climb up, and I’m putting that down to fatigue. I was over 8km (and two hours in) by then so it makes sense that I would start to fail.

There was an amazing sense of camaraderie to it all and I’m so glad I got to be a part of it.

Been there. Done that. Got the hideous t-shirt.