Editors note: Gary Brown of Paso Robles completed his first tough mudder in September. This is his story.
Misery never felt so good
Why am I here? What’s my age again? 42? Is that old? I was at a friends house for an after golf tournament dinner party. I was happily consuming whatever I wanted: beer, pizza, wine, cheeseburgers, you name it. I overheard a couple of guys talking about the “Tough Mudder Race”.
