Go ahead, ask about my scar, I don’t mind… you can see the scar right? Aren’t you curious to hear how I got it? Maybe I’ll just voluntarily tell you because you’re too embarrassed to ask.Anyway.
After 10 miles, 25 obstacles, three hours of shivering and a minor head injury, crossing the finish line provided no satisfaction.
I did not raise my arms in triumph. I did not celebrate. I didn’t get a picture. Hell, I didn’t even smile. But a few hours later, with dry clothes on me, hot coffee in me and a giant burger in front of me, I laughed through lunch as we rehashed our impossibly miserable morning.Read more on success.com