Covered in brains, mud, blood, and guts, today I managed to survive the zombie apocalypse. Admittedly, the zombie apocalypse (a.k.a. the 5K zombie/mud run I did today) has nothing to do with any of the topics I discuss on this site, except for the fact that one zombie happened to be dressed up like a prisoner. Well, and I read one of the books on my Classics Club list on the way up and back. Tenuous connections at best. But the photographic evidence of my bloody struggle for survival is just too much fun not to share. Oh — I almost forgot! This is obviously a necessary follow-up to this previous post and this article. Enjoy!
In case you’re wondering, no, the zombies don’t actually eat your brains. I doubt that would be legal. Instead, each runner is given two yellow flags at the start of the race and the zombies try to grab your flags. If you lose one flag, you’re bitten but will live. If you lose both flags, you become a zombie. So in the above picture, Ellyn has already begun her transformation.
Since this was a mud race and zombie
run combined, there were obstacles — and many of them involved copious amounts of mud, like the bridge in the picture above. There were various towers to climb, sort of like short rock walls, but with mud pits on either side. Toward the end of the race I trudged through at least a quarter mile of foot-deep mud punctuated only by deep holes I couldn’t see until I found myself waist-deep in them.