August 16th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 24 degrees, Calgary 25 degrees, Mesa 42 degrees”

The Mud Girls event delivered exactly the kind of chaos Calgary specializes in: rain, mud, and a crowd of women who showed up ready to prove that “race” is clearly just a suggestion in the marketing department. Honestly, calling it a race is ironic. It’s a mud walk, a mud trudge, a mud survival course — pick your favorite — but unless someone is secretly training for the Olympics, nobody is breaking land-speed records out there. Yet that is what makes it so cool. Start as a team and finish as a team. A awesome event promoting togetherness and team building. A gentle way of racing.

What was impressive, though, was the sheer variety of participants. Women of every age, shape, and fitness level slogging through the muck like it was a spa treatment they accidentally paid for. Better thana the mud baths we paid for in Fiji. Moms dragging kids, kids dragging moms, older women powering through like they’ve seen worse and aren’t about to be intimidated by a puddle. The competitive edge was removed, replaced with camaraderie, laughter, and the occasional scream when someone sank deeper than expected.

And the rain? Perfect. Nothing says “premium mud experience” like a downpour which we had last night turning the course into a slip‑and‑slide designed by someone who hates clean laundry. It elevated the event from “muddy” to “down right soggy,” which is exactly what everyone secretly hoped for.

But the highlight — the legend of the day — was Jessica. She ran 4 km of a 5 km course with one shoe. One. The mud swallowed the other whole, never to be seen again, probably living its best life in a new ecosystem. Most people would stop, panic, or attempt a rescue mission. Jessica? She shrugged and kept going like she was auditioning for a gritty reboot of Cinderella. That’s not just determination — that’s commitment to the bit. We were more than impressed.

It’s the kind of moment that sums up the whole event: messy, ridiculous, impressive, and absolutely worth bragging about.

All of Victoria’s friends were troopers and it was fun to watch them work the maze of paths and help each other along the way.

Thought of the Day

I thought I was attending a drywall mudding training session. All of the that mud to fill all of those cracks.

My golf favorite Scottie wins another tournament by 9 strokes and my least favorite Rory finishes 66th out of 69 players. All things are good and fair.