Bernice and Garry: Love Finds a Home

February 17, 2012 marks the one year anniversary of the passing of my beloved Bernice. This post will begin with Bernice Remembered, a collection of love notes celebrating her life. After the love notes comes the latest Bernice and Garry episode, Love Finds a Home

Bernice Remembered
From Zach Perry, grandson

Hi Garry,
I hope you are doing well today on such an emotional day. I wanted to just share a small blurb about our grand canyon trip. I really enjoyed it very much and have indelible memories of not only Grammy but of you as well. I’m glad we all were able to spend so much time together as a family and am truly glad that we are able to still have an awesome relationship even through her passing. I hope today is not just a day of sadness but also another celebration of our time with Grammy here. I love you very much.

From Garrett Winters, grandson
Many, and maybe even most, of the best memories in my life so far
involve Grammy. If I were to go to my happy place in my mind, I
undoubtedly go to where I feel most at home: 4303 E Cactus Rd, 148B
#8, sitting on the porch in the sun with Grammy. The smell of freshly
cut grass and coffee is in the air, and we are watching hummingbirds
darting around the yard, and drinking from the feeder. In the
mornings, whether she was visiting us, or we were visiting there, I
would always climb into bed with her in the mornings, and we’d cuddle
and talk, or watch the sun rise over the golf course. Even in my
teens, when I felt that I was too ‘mature’ to do the same with my
parents, I never thought twice about cuddling up with Grammy in the
morning. I was always welcome, and always loved. I love you and miss
you Grammy. You will be in my heart forever.

From John Koze, brother-in-law

Here’s my words for Bernice:
“What a stellar sister-in-law. I always felt comfortable talking and being with her and thoroughly enjoyed her calm demeanour and strength.”


From Karen Koze, sister

My sister was such a wonderful person and such a great sister! I think of her every day and remember her laughter and her great sense of humor.  She was like a mother to me and a sister and a friend all in one. She left behind such wonderful children and grandchildren and a loving partner who adored her. She was my inspiration for keeping in shape and working out to Jane Fonda back in the day!!! I love her and miss her.


From Sandi Hill, daughter

Mom – I miss you everyday – I think of you often – I want call you when I’m having a bad day and equally when I’m having a good day. You’ve inspired me to be a better person, mom and friend. I LOVE YOU!


From Ellen Perry, daughter

So many things run through my mind when I think of Mom.
Little things I miss; Sunday morning in her bed with coffee watching Money Talk
Tuna sandwiches for lunch
reading the paper on the back patio
Friday nights at Eli’s
The way she would rub my back and my hair when I layed in her lap while she read her book
Hearing her say “hi babe how ya doing?” when I was traveling

Spa day
A lazy week in the Florida Keys on the beach with her drinking rum runners at the tiki bar

walking the golf course in the days when she was faster than me
Having her try to explain the stock market to me, and I never did get it.
Her brilliant mind, even near the end, when she wasnt sure what year it was, she could still ask how the market was doing.
I miss her every day. The piercing pain is gone and in its place is an empty space. I try to fill that space with good memories.
I love you Mom. 


From Patti Winters, daughter

I miss you
Charles Tait, brother (as told by Garry Cox)
I first met Charles (Chuck) back in Southfield, MI. This may have been the first time I was introduced at a family gathering. Of course I was nervous. Especially about meeting Chuck. Maybe because he was so much taller than me. I was much relieved that Chuck turned out to be an amiable, witty guy whose company I came to enjoy. However, I did get one admonishment from Chuck, one that would last the rest of Bernice’s life. As he was leaving he shook my hand, looked me directly in the eye, and said, “Take care of my sister.”


Over the years Chuck visited us often in our home in Phoenix. Not once did he leave without saying, “Take care of my sister.” 
I did the very best I could, Chuck. Thank you for your friendship. 

Love finds a home
Dialogue for a long distance Love Affair
Bernice: How was your day?

Garry: A day. How was yours?
Bernice: Same. What you got up tonight?
Garry: Boozing. Trolling for women. You?
Bernice: My boyfriend’s coming over.
Garry: Don’t let him drink my beer. (Pause) Miss me Sweetie?
Bernice: Sweetie? From Mr. Romantic, Mr. Shakespeare I get Sweety?
Garry: Is that a yes or a no?
Bernice: It’s a yes but you don’t deserve it.
Garry: So tell me how you’re going to miss me.
Bernice: You serious?
Garry: Like a starched shirt on Sunday.
Bernice: I don’t know. Ok, so maybe I can’t stop thinking about you and I toss and turn all night.
Garry: Now you’re talking!
Bernice: You’d better be doing some tossing and turning yourself, babe. Alone.
Garry: You got it kid.
Bernice: You better! (Pause) Hey, call me if you can’t sleep.
According to the online almanac, Michigan is not a sunshine state. Witness Detroit in March. The almanac credits Detroit and Wayne County with thirteen days “with sun” and eighteen days “with cloud”. I had never paid much attention to the weather until the KISS that turned me into a zealous Week-end Warrior, living and working in the city and spending weekends with Bernice at her place.
Detroit in March, 1992 featured an inexplicable symmetry consisting of a most curious ratio of sunny to cloudy days. In any given week the “days with sun” began promptly at noon on Friday and ended at dusk on Sunday. Monday thru Thursday however, were not “days with clouds”, they were flat out cloudy. And wet and gloomy to boot.  

But weather, like real estate, is all about location, location, location. I spent the sunny days with Bernice at her home in Southfield, and I languished in Clyde’s closet over the cloudy days.  

Friday’s, any time after we both got home from work, were most satisfying. Seeing her smile. Re-uniting after an interminable separation. Hugs. Home cooked meals. Watching re-runs of Northern Exposure. A Pistons game if I got lucky. Later getting very lucky.  

But Saturday’s took the weekend sweepstakes hands down.  For openers, we made it a point to never get out of bed before 10:00 am. And then just to get our first cup of coffee and bring it back to bed. It was no easy task, hiding under the covers as the sun flooded our bedroom in vain attempt to ferret us out. We would spend the last half hour in oxygen debt brought on by poking, tickling and giggling. 

Upon the final shucking of covers we would head for the kitchen for our ritual team breakfast. Team Bagel was our moniker. Running and power walking was our game. We even had matching warm-up suits, nylon-polyester, black with green trim. Very smart. As you might expect our training table restricted us to bagels, orange juice and additional coffee as needed.

Despite our lollygagging, we usually hit the Kensington Park about noon. By the first March of our relationship, we had already adopted the park as our personal playground. Although over time we drove, ran, or walked around the entire Park, we were especially keen on the lake path that circumscribed Lake Kensington in a precisely measured 8-mile loop. The two salient features of the path were its hills and its well-defined mile markers. The hills ranged from moderate to extreme with overlooks that allowed for observations of path traffic below. The mile markers, including corresponding half mile marks, were well maintained, always easy to read.

Both of us were more free, more our true selves on that path than either of us had ever been before. The only fly in the soup was the time factor. Although later, after we moved to Phoenix, we both became avid hikers and runners, the Kensington days found us totally compartmentalized. I ran and Bernice power walked and never the twain did meet.

The challenge: how did we both do our thing and still complete our workouts at the same time in the same place, neither of us left waiting too long? I didn’t have a clue. All I knew was that I wanted every inch of that 8 mile loop every time I set foot on the path. With my intractable position in mind Bernice came up with a plan.

She had already observed that I ran approximately twice as fast as she power walked.  That’s with both of us operating at peak efficiency. She concluded that she could stride out two miles and then back, giving her a four-mile workout. Given our 2:1 speed ratio, I could run the eight miles around the lake, arriving at our starting point within a few minutes of Bernice. At least that’s what we told ourselves. In hindsight, I don’t remember ever getting back first. Bernice was always sitting there waiting on me. And she was always coy about how long she may have been sitting there. I never doubted that she had done her miles. I just wondered, how fast is she?

The say timing is everything, but I believe without the aide of location, not so much.  It was the convergence of these two elements, a sunny Saturday in March and a specific point on the Kensington running path, that produced the visual that became my all-time signature image of Bernice.

As per Bernice’s plan, we attacked the path together. Me leading, not expecting to see Bernice again for another hour. I’m running freely, climbing easily. Feeling maybe a tad superior to anyone who can’t match my pace. I had just climbed a long, steep but gradually curved section when I hit a switchback that caused me to corkscrew towards the direction I had come from. Had to be somewhere in the first mile. As I was turning back I glanced down at a figure attacking the long slope with a vengeance. I slowed for a refocus and almost tripped at what I saw. It was Bernice. Shoulders back, head up, hands pumping high, elbows swinging back and deep. Long legs eating real estate like their lives depended on it. A woman having a blast with her own strength and mobility.  

And that was only her body. Her apparel totally matched her physical efforts.  Still wearing her blonde Fro, she sported a bright blue headband, wide and ribbed, sweeping from her forehead, over her ears, and knotted stylishly in the back. Form fitting running slacks. And then there was the jacket. Nylon. Tight on the body, a bit puffy in the sleeves, tucked tightly around the waist. The colors? To be honest I have never been able to account for all the swatches of vibrant colors. The closest I can come is from my six year old imagination of what the biblical Joseph’s Coat of Many Colors looked like. What a wondrous coat that must have been!   

I got lost in her for a time. In fact, the moment I turned to hightail it on to the next hill, I was in danger of being run down by a power walker. But also in that moment I heard myself say, “I can’t believe she’s my girlfriend. This beautiful, absolute force of nature is my girlfriend.”

Post Kensington, back at Bernice’s spacious condo. Almost as soon as I started commuting and staying over for weekends, I was afforded luxuries I was not used to. I had my own bathroom, which I used. My own bed, which I did not use. My own spot in the attached two-car garage. My own garage door opener.  My own computer located in a little office Bernice set up fore me in her full basement. She claimed she had clipped the computer from one of her Doctors. I liked the idea of clipping it more than I liked the computer. Doss was so not my thing.
I’ll never know now whether Bernice was thinking maybe I was taking these things too much for granted, or whether she just wanted a relationship upgrade. Either way it was probably a good thing she asked me to sit down with the beer I had just helped myself to. Usually I don’t care to be asked to sit since I can pretty much do so without being bid. This time I didn’t mind. My danger antennae didn’t register any eminent discomfort. So I’m sitting and Bernice is standing and I can see her wheels turning. Then abruptly she opens the refrigerator door and uncharacteristically fetches a beer out for herself. She squares her chair off with mine. Sits and just looks at me for a moment. Did I tell you at one time she had sat a mean chair in her poker club? What happened to the folded hands on the table gambit, I wondered. This was before I learned that she never made the same move twice, in anything.

Bernice: I’m just wondering about something.
Garry: (to self) WHAAAAT????
Bernice: Well, I’ve just been thinking…
Garry: (to self) I’m not jumping this pause for all the rice in China.
Bernice: Ok, you know you’ve been staying here every weekend for, what, a month or two.
Garry: (To self) Not good.
Bernice: You already have access to the house whether I’m here or not.  

Believe it or not, at that moment I actually shot past Bernice. I knew exactly where she was going with this. Not more than a week ago my friend/landlord Clyde and I were sitting around…sharing…ok we were doing what most ex hippies back in the early nineties did on a slow night. 
Clyde: So what do you and Bernice have up for this weekend?
Garry: Not much. You know, Kensington, maybe a movie. I think we might be starting ballroom dancing.
Clyde: So when are you leaving?
Garry: Friday, like usual.
Clyde: No, I mean when are you leaving here? 
I must have given him a puzzled look because he didn’t wait very long for me to answer. 
Clyde: Don’t play innocent. You know what I’m talking about.
Garry: Ok, I know what you’re talking about but I don’t want you to know I know.

Clyde: I swear to God, you’re just like all the rest of them. (ordinarily Clyde is not one to be cute or beat around the bush-?)

Garry: Who all the rest?
Clyde: Roommates. You think I don’t see the signs.
Garry: The signs?
Clyde: The signs that tell me I’m losing another roommate. The signs that tell me you are moving in with Bernice.
Garry: Why do you say that?
Clyde: Why is your business. I just know you’re about to do it. 
I had barely cycled the event byte through when Bernice popped her beer open and took a quick swig. 

Bernice: I’m just thinking you might as well move in full time. You’re already here. You clothes are in the closet. Your oil slick waiting-to-happen is parked in my garage. 
I don’t know how many swigs either of us took before I answered.  

Garry: Have to admit, you’ve made me very comfortable here. (slight pause) I could do that. Matter of fact, I would like very much to live with you. (slighter pause) I feel like, I don’t know…I feel like it’s an honor you asked me. Thank you.” 

Since that day I have never said an unkind word about either the month of March or the city of Detroit. For the same reason I’ve always known that almanacs are a bunch of hooey.

The sun shines when and where you want it to. Trust me on that.

Here’s Mud in Your Eye

Beyond the very extreme of fatigue and distress, we may find amounts of ease and power we never dreamed ourselves to own; sources of strength never taxed at all because we never push through the obstruction.” William James

The Argument: (RFYL) I believe I run in order to become a better person. There is growing evidence that runners and other endurance athletes share my belief. A close observation of running clubs just here in the valley (Greater Phoenix) reveals commitment to worthy causes of all stripes. Many clubs and athletes personally help raise funds for humanitarian charities. Most races from 5K’s to Ironman’s to Ultra’s fund major charitable organizations.

On the individual level just belonging to a club implies that we make sacrifices of time and energy in order to support our teammates. Anybody who has run for a while has offered some assistance to a fellow runner. Given advice, shared water, offered a hand up. Just being available for a partner run makes both you and the partner better.

The Question: Has the naturally competitive nature of running began to fade in favor of the desire to make a contribution to ones fellow man?

The Event: Tough Mudder  (Arizona 2012)
Background: What is a Tough Mudder
Tough Mudder events are hardcore 10-12 mile obstacle courses designed by British Special Forces to test your all around strength, stamina, mental grit, and camaraderie. As the leading company in the booming obstacle course industry, Tough Mudder has already challenged half a million inspiring participants worldwide and raised more than $2 million dollars for the Wounded Warrior Project.

How (I) RFYL got involved: Victoria Murphy, a friend from my running team Run 4 It Endurance Training, decided to “take the Mudder on”.

Victoria Murphy
Born and raised in Austin, TX    
US Marine Corps-served during First Gulf War
Mother of Two, Katherine and Zackary
Earned A.A.S. in Digital Media Production
A/V Coordinator Rio Salado College-produces Rio’s internal videos
Animal Shelter Video currently on Peoria’s Channel 11
Non-profit work: Faith Animal Shelter (Phx PD, substation)
Delivers holiday food and deserts to one fire station in Phx and one in Tempe

I (RFYL) was intrigued by Victoria’s description of the event so I googled it up. I was blown away by the audacity of its demands for courage and stamina. That’s when I decided to pledge my support to my teammate by cheering her through as many obstacles as I could reach.

Victoria’s reaction to my pledge was so genuine and so gracious, I immediately felt very good about myself. The euphoria was short-lived, however, because I turned out to be about as useful as a good intention on the proverbial road to hell.

My major mistake resulted in not making adequate preparations for the fact that the Mudder Event was staged on the Mesa Proving Grounds which is at least a three crow drive from my home in N.E. Phoenix. Yet with all my procrastination, I had only two blocks to go on Elliot, a major artery in that part of the valley, in order to make Victoria ‘s 9:45 start time with time enough to spare to give her a big hug as send-off for her Mudder ordeal. As I exited the highway onto Elliot, my heart nearly stopped. My two blocks were a virtual parking lot. I eased into gridlock and sat there for a half hour. Victoria took off at 9:45 am. I was just checking in at 10:00. Strike One.

Once on the Mudder grounds, I figured I had time to wander around and check out the obstacles before I settled on one where I could catch Victoria and cheer her through. The names of the obstacles were nearly as blood curdling as the obstacles themselves–Arctic Enema, Berlin Wall.  Finally, approx two hours after Victoria’s start, I settled on an electrical shock therapy. This little beauty required the runners to crawl through a bed of water and mud while at the same time avoiding the electroshock tentacles dangling inches above them. As soon as I saw it I hit on a plan to redeem myself for missing the pre-race hug. I would stand at the far end of the mud field and as Victoria arose from the sludge I would step up and give her a full body hug, thereby absolving my guilt in a glorious mud bath.

Over the next hour and a half I watched hundreds, I don’t know, maybe thousands of brave souls go through the mud. No Victoria. Strike Two.

I decided to bag it and head for the finish line. There I witnessed a moving mass of humanity being funneled through the Finish Arch into the finishing area that offered race mementos, free beer and photo ops. I parked myself at the narrow gap through which all finishers had to ultimately pass to get to their friends and family on the outside. At such close range I couldn’t possibly miss Victoria again. But after another eternity of looking into muddy, bloody faces I checked my watch for the final time. I had been on the course five hours from Victoria’s start time. I had missed her again. Strike Three!

I asked several event officials if there was any way to tell if Victoria had completed the course. The best answer I got was, “Go to baggage check. If her bag is still there she’s probably still on the course.”

In desperation I turned toward the one location where I did not want to find her. Things took a turn for the better. Turns out the aide station tracks people by name, treatment and disposition. Victoria Murphy had been treated for a nasty glob of mud in her eye and had been discharged to a friend who had brought her to the event. A nurse beckoned me over and said, “Are you looking for Victoria Murphy. She’s still here. Come this way.”
When I saw her sitting on the waiting bench she looked much smaller than I remembered. Her eyes appeared as two tight lines etched onto a childlike face. We hugged, Victoria told me she had finished and had not been able to see out of the mud eye since around mile ten. She thanked me for coming, introduced me to her friend and the three of us began to make our way back to our cars. I was not able to accompany them very far because, as the two of them headed into the sea of cars, I realized that I didn’t know where they were going or where my car was parked. I had forgotten to count my rows. Is there such thing as a strike four?
From the troops on the ground: Three bold spirits offer their take on the mind and body numbing challenges they overcame and weigh in on the question, has service to comrades surpassed winning as the major prize?
Victoria Murphy (Top) 
Sharon Campbell
Randy Cavadini
Sharon Campbell
I work for Fry’s Food stores, in Loss Prevention. I am married, my husband is a police officer for Phoenix. I have 3 step kids/teenagers. Twin 16 year old girls and a 19 year old boy who will be FINALLY going to AF boot camp the end of April. I went to Greenway High here in Phoenix. I was born Las Vegas, and lived Utah before moving to AZ in the early 80’s.
Randy Cavadini
34 Years Old
Brandi’s Husband, Lorenzo and Anthony’s Father
Army Brat, born in Manhattan, KS, raised all over the world
Son of a Korean Mother and Wisconsinite Father
Love Wisconsin sports (Go Pack Go!), running, hiking, heavy metal, movies, and a good craft beer.
Life is short, so do whatcha wanna.
Meet the Mudders
RFYL: Victoria Murphy is my instigator. I might say to her what Ollie said to Stan, “Here’s another fine mess you’ve gotten me into.” (Laurel and Hardy). As her history of volunteerism suggests, she’s always startin’ somethin’.

RFYL: Sharon Campbell is our underdog long shot. When I and my Run For It Endurance Training teammates met Sharon at the Veterans Day 11K she thought the race was long and hard. She is now planning to run the IMS Marathon on February 19. Barely a month before Tough Mudder, she still couldn’t do one pull-up.

RFYL: Randy Cavadini is our man-on-the-street. I met, or rather I overheard Randy talking in the Sole Sports running store in Glendale about a week after Tough Mudder. He was holding forth to a small group about his experience with Tough Mudder. He was so candid and upbeat I couldn’t help but be drawn in. When he slowed down enough, I gave him my standard pitch, “Hi you don’t know me but I do a running blog that not a lot of people read and I’m doing a piece on the Tough Mudder and you obviously aren’t from around here so would you be interested in doing an interview?” How could he resist?
In their own words: The interview
RFYL What made you want to do the Tough Mudder?
Originally I wasn’t going to when I first heard about it. I thought that there was no way I was going to be ready in time. Because it seemed so challenging that I decided to start doing endurance events back awhile ago because I’d had a bad test for cancer. So I didn’t know if I had cancer or not and that’s when I decided to start living my life. I though Training for the Mudder seemed seemed like a good way to start my new life. I still wasn’t sure when my police officer friend showed me the sight, no way I could get ready in time, then I thought why not? Why can’t I get ready in time?  Only took four months.
Sharon: I actually did not want to do tough Mudder to begin with. An acquaintance at work (who I might add is at least 12 years younger than me) asked if I would like to do it with her. I originally said no after looking at it online and not really wanting to have anything to do with the ice or other difficult obstacles. At one of our Loss Prevention department meetings, she brings it up again. Our department is about 90% male and we all tend to be a bit competitive. Anyway, one of the supervisors who likes to instigate things asks me if I’m too old to do it (Tough Mudder) Of course I take that as a challenge and that night did my registration.
Just looked like a really unique challenge.  I had done shorter mud runs in the past, but this one was appealing because the distance would present a real challenge (12.5 miles), and the obstacles looked to be legitimately difficult.
RFYL How hard was the course to complete?
Honestly for the first ten miles I thought, “Is this what I was worried about?”  For the first ten miles I was fine. It’s nothing I haven’t done in the Marine Corps or when I was a kid growing up and climbing trees. But once my energy level dropped, that’s when it got very, very challenging and I started to question whether I could complete it (Mudder course) in its entirety and not skip anything That’s when I started to feel the strength in my body starting to wane.
The course was difficult, but not nearly as hard as I had made it out to be in my mind.
We maintained a fairly casual running pace in between obstacles, so actually completing the course was never really an issue. But it’s certainly a very challenging race.  Mud runs like this are unique in that it’s difficult to find a nice “zone” because of the way that the obstacles break up your cardio.  Not like a traditional race where you’re just running.
RFYL Which of the obstacle courses was the hardest?
There were three. The walls of course, those were hideous and left me completely black and blue. The Mountain of Mud, King of the Mudslide Mountain, whatever was nearly impossible. Then the half pike was challenging. I was already tired, my upper body strength was almost completely gone, and there is no way you can get up that thing easily because the material they use is already covered with mud, and it’s already a slick material. You can’t dig your toes in or anything.
I think the hardest was the monkey bars, just because you really couldn’t hop on the bars by that point. Your gloves were muddy and wet, and the bars themselves turned. Bottom line, I made two rungs, fell and waded across.
Mentally – the “Arctic Enema” (ice bath).  You almost enter a brief state of shock submerging yourself in freezing cold water.  Literally takes your breath away.  Physically – I’d have to say the 12 foot high “Berlin Walls” just because it was the one obstacle that I would have had a hard time completing without the help of my fellow “Mudders”. I definitely needed a little boost.
RFYL How did you react to the ceremonial type start?
I appreciated it. It was very motivating. I think the ceremony was more about selling the idea. You know, a hard event. Telling you that nothing you’ve ever done is this challenging and going to the gym is not this challenging. And I was really worried. I was thinking can I do it, am I ready? And being alone that makes it a bit difference. But it (ceremony)was great, motivation. a lot of camaraderie and teamwork.
I enjoyed the ceremonial type start. It got you hyped up and excited to go, and also brought to light the real reason we were all there. To help each other and support our true heroes. The Wounded Warriors.
Loved it. Really got me fired up. The emcee did a great job – was both funny and motivating. I was an Army Brat growing up (my father is a 30 vet), so the pro-military theme is something that always hits home with me. Couldn’t have been a more fitting charity beneficiary than the Wounded Warrior Project.
RFYL  How did it feel crossing the finish line?
I had cut my eye around mile11 on King of the Mountain. Someone had kicked mud in my eye, my right eye, my good eye and I can barely see out of my left eye. So I ran for the last mile and a half with mud in my eyes. I tried to pour water in my eye to get the mud out but there was gravel in there also.  So more pain when the gravel cut my eye. But nothing was  going to stand in my way. I set a goal, I did my job, and now it was time to go to the first aide station and take care of my eye. It didn’t feel good until after I dealt with my eye and knew that I had completed it. That’s when it hit me. Ok, I did it, I did a good job.
It felt amazing crossing the finish line, knowing you did every obstacle on the course and made it to the end.
Amazing. You have that overwhelming sense of accomplishment that you get when you finish any race, but this is unique in that you can’t wait to hit the shower station and get cleaned up.  After 2 ½ hours of running soaking wet and covered in mud, you’re really looking forward to a change of clothes.
RFYL Did you run alone or with a group?
I ran alone. I was trying to get a group of marines to go and they all backed out on me for one reason or another. So I ran alone this year. It was harder because there was nobody to watch my back. If I fell coming off those walls or I fell with bail-jumping. That’s where you are jumping from bail to bail and there’s quite a bit of distance between the bails, then you’re pretty high up. If I fell and broke my ankle there was no one there for me, there was no one at the walls for me so I had to ask other runners to for help.
I preferred a group even though many people throughout the course would help you, there really was no way for a short person to get over those 15 foot walls on your own. The group I ran with was basically just a group pf people who wanted to try something different and push our personal comfort zones a bit. None of us had done it before and weren’t really sure what we had gotten ourselves into. But one common goal. We would all finish.

I ran with my younger brother, Scott Cavadini (26 yrs old). Was a great bonding experience. He currently lives in Lincoln, Nebraska and flew out for the event. For a run like this, where it’s untimed and you’re not concerned about beating your competitors, it’s a good feeling to run as a team…and necessary. You literally need the help of others along the way. I wouldn’t recommend doing the TM by yourself. Would be much more difficult and not nearly as much fun
RFYL What sort of support system did you have going into the race?

A friend drove me to the race. She also took me to the aide station. She was so impressed she is going to do it herself next year.
I think I had a good support system within our gym group. Also from my parents and husband who all thought maybe I was a bit nuts.
Not much. I trained by myself. My brother and I discussed various aspects of our approach leading up to the race, however, so I felt that I had a good plan going in.
RFYL Describe your training.
It took four months to get ready for the Tough Mudder. I was diligent about my strength and agility training and my running. I didn’t do such a good job with my nutrition. In fact I skipped my nutrition which I won’t be able to do for  Ironman.
Training was a combination of crossfit type activities as well hiking, running endurance type training.
The running portion of my training was similar to training for a half marathon. Roughly – between 15 and 25 miles a week, with a long 10 to 12 miler every other weekend. I do a fair amount of weight training as it is, so I really didn’t modify anything for the physical, upper-body portion. Lots of push-ups and pull-ups.
RFYL Do you think you were mentally prepared for this event?
Yes but don’t get me wrong I would have liked to have trained with a team. I was ready, but mostly I would say I was ready because of my military experience. If I’d never had that I think I’d still been nervous. But the day of the event I was calm, I was ready, I was focused. I knew I could do it and I knew I was going to do it. Nothing was going to stop me.
I think I was too mentally prepared. I think I should have shut down the mental over-reacting. But then again it helped me to motivate for the physical preparation.
You don’t truly know what you’re up against until you’re out on the course, so there’s a great deal of uncertainty leading up to the start. You always know how you’re going to feel during a typical run, but anticipating the difficulty of the obstacles is a huge “x-factor” in how you approach this race mentally.
RFYL Do you think you were physically prepared for this event?
I trained six days a week. I started doing doubles about two months before the event. So in addition to doing six days a week I was doing three extra workouts per week.  When you come down off those walls no one’s going to catch you. Unless you’re ten feet tall you’re gonna drop. That’s where you need the extra training.
You always wish you were more prepared, and I could have trained alot harder (if I had more off time) but I’m glad I had trained with this event in mind and had a good 3 months to train with our group.
I do. Although the one thing that’s tough to physically prepare for during training is the level of discomfort that you experience by being wet and muddy for, essentially, the entire race. The very first obstacle has you crawl through wet mud, and the second has you completely submerged in icy water, so you’re dirty, cold, and wet from head to toe not even 10 minutes in to the race. And now you have to run what is basically a half-marathon in that physical condition. Your shoes are wet and become filled with mud, and it can be a little miserable. The discomfort was one of the more difficult aspects of the race, physically.
RFYL Did you feel joy or elation during any parts of the run?
I was really happy to have gotten up on the half-pike. I mean I was really happy to be up there. Now, I didn’t do it alone. No I don’t know the two guys who helped me and I mean they were total sweethearts. They didn’t grab anything other than legs or arms and what I can tell from my friends that was a challenge for them.
For me I felt joy at the end. When I received my headband! Knowing I finished.
I truly had a blast throughout the entire race (except maybe the ice bath…).
RFYL Did you experience fear at any time during the run?
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. When I got off at the top of that Platform- thinking about jumping down into a big pool of cold water and then you have to swim to the other side.  Once I got to the top, there was somebody who had just jumped so I was looking down, then all of a sudden I just felt my whole body go into shock. If the safety guy at the top, the guy who checks to see if it’s clear before he tells you to go, hadn’t reminded me of a similar situation in the Marine Corpse I don’t know if I could have jumped. I started to get Vertigo and I just got sick all over. But just like in the Marines when I heard the order to go, I didn’t think about it, I just jumped.  Let’s say I’m not going sky diving any time soon.
I think the only fear was fear of the unknown at the start. After you got going you just kept moving. Once you saw the obstacles it wasn’t so bad.
No, not really. Although I think I can speak for my brother and say that he overcame one of his biggest fears over the course of the race. He has a bit of a fear of heights, and straddling a 12 foot wall or jumping off of a 15 foot platform into a pool of water aren’t really things that he enjoys in his free time. But he conquered each obstacle, and was deservedly proud of himself for doing so.
RFYL Is this the most amazing thing you have ever done? Why

No, I was well prepared for this. Boot camp will always trump the majority of competitions. Course now, training for the Ironman will be challenging.

I wouldn’t say the most amazing but it’s got to be closest to the most fun and rewarding experience.
I would say it’s definitely up near the top of my racing/athletic experience.
RFYL What did you learn about yourself during and after the race?
No, I didn’ learn anything new. I was reminded of something I had learned a long time ago. That once I set my mind to something I will be able to complete it. I’ll find a way to achieve my goal. One way or another I’ll get through it. There was no way I was going to quit, there was no way I was going to stop. So it just reminded me of the way I was in the past, who I was in the Marine Corps.
I learned a lot of things you really can do if you just stop thinking about it and jump! I also learned just how important a team is (I knew this before, too.)You can accomplish so much more with team support and it’s just so much more fun to see your teammates suceed as well.
That I can genuinely enjoy a race that is untimed and non-competitive from a racing standpoint.
RFYL Has the event changed you in any way?
Yes. I’ve never been one for competition. I’ve always thought that people who did that were extremists. It was never something that I aspired to do. Nor did I think that I could do it. I didn’t know what it took so I never went after it. Now I see it differently. Now I feel like this is what I should have been doing the whole time. So it makes me hungry for more. I’m enjoying it. I’m loving it. This is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.
I know I can jump into a dumpster of ice water and make it out the other side without freezing to Death!!!
I wouldn’t necessarily say that it was a life changing experience, but it was definitely a lot of fun and an amazing athletic experience. And again – it showed me that I can genuinely enjoy an event that isn’t considered competitive from a results standpoint.
RFYL Do you think events like Tough Mudder make you a better person?
The lifestyle I chose four months before Mudder has completely changed my outlook on life. Through this event and the training I’m still doing, I feel totally different about aging. I feel more alive. I feel healthier and stronger. Before I started training I felt old. Now I feel my age is what I make it. I will be a better person because I will be a stronger person.
I think so. When I first looked at Tough Mudder I thought, “I can’t do that.” Now I know I can! I think it helps you realize all types of goals not just fitness, are within reach. You just have to want it.
I think all athletic accomplishments make you a better person.
RFYL What was your favorite part of the event?
Favorite part of the event. I’m sorry there was no favorite part of the event (she laughed) No, once I was finished, cleaned up and in my regular clothes–I guess that was my favorite part only because when I went into this to me it was work, work I chose and work I love but I went there to do a job.
I liked the huge turnout and the fact that it supported the Wounded Warrior project. I try and pick events that support something I believe is important.
The uniqueness of the race. You really feel like you’ve done something exclusive.
RFYL What was your least favorite part of the event?
Not having as much as I would have liked to. Is it fun to be electrocuted. No I don’t think so. Is it fun to jump into freezing cold water and then swim underneath the water to the other side of the tank? No, uh uh. And is it fun to pull yourself up on a twelve foot wall and let yourself down on the other side. And yet people behind me were having fun. People were laughing around me because they were in groups and with teams. Next time I will run with a team and have more fun.
On the second day it seemed maybe the preparation wasn’t as good. Some of the people (volunteers) at the aid stations were complaining about just being dropped off and not given any breaks or anything. I also didn’t see the Officials they talked about being on each obstacle to ensure no one continued that was unable to physically complete an obstacle.
I didn’t personally have to deal with this issue, but if I would have had to, I would have been upset. We ran in the first heat (9am), so the course was pretty clear for the most part. But we stayed and watched some of the later heats after we finished, and I noticed that many of the obstacles had a log jam of people waiting to do them. With heats starting every 20 minutes, once you got several groups on the course at the same time (later in the day), there were just too many people for the obstacles to support. I would have been very frustrated if I had to wait in a 5 minute long line to do an obstacle

RFYL Would you encourage others to do a Tough Mudder?

Yes and no. Here’s what happened to me. Somebody was giving me a hand up, you know sort of toss me up the wall and I flew backwards and landed flat on my back. Now I could have broken something, luckily I didn’t but no, it’s not for everyone. I would never advise just anyone to do this.
If you’ve never done a mud run before, it’s probably best to start out with one that’s a little less daunting, like the Warrior Dash, which is typically 3 to 4 miles and the obstacles are less difficult.
Of course. I think it’s a great way to get out there and do something different from the average day- to- day grind. It’s also good to show yourself you can do anything if you’re willing to push yourself.
Absolutely.  It’s not a casual run by any means, so I’d only recommend it to experienced runners and/or those that are confident in their current fitness level.  If you’ve never done a mud run before, it’s probably best to start out with one that’s a little less daunting, like the Warrior Dash, which is typically 3 to 4 miles and the obstacles are less difficult
RFYL Would you do it again?
Oh Yeah, I’ve already started planning for next year, and I’m going to run with either a partner or a team. I have a friend who actually came out to watch me run and she was the one who took me home when I couldn’t see. And it was a good thing she was there to help me. Now she wants to do it as well.
I am doing it next year!
Absolutely!!! Can’t wait til next year.

RFYL: Concluding Remarks
In reference to the opening quote by William James, I think our trio of Mudder athletes (Victoria, Sharon, and Randy) have gone “beyond the very extreme of fatigue and distress” and managed to “push through the obstruction”.

About the opening Question, Has the naturally competitive nature of running began to fade in favor of the desire to make a contribution to ones fellow man?: I think the event and the participants in this article have answered with a resounding yes!

I think it fitting that one of our mudders have the final say.
Sharon Note:
I think in a nutshell the pledge means it’s not all about winning. It’s about what you can learn about others and in turn yourself while challenging yourself to do something difficult. Like they said before the start, you could be on the couch right now, but you’re not. We all need each other to get through, whether it be a tough mudder, a tough run,or just life. It’s all more rewarding when you can reach out to someone and share in the Finish together.