My husbands boss loves to have monthly dinner parties where he invites one of his team and their partner. We went to one but then due to Covid he had to stop having them.
I had been dreading the last one as I feared I would have nothing in common with his wife and we would be sitting there with an awkward silence. It started off with general chit-chat and we soon sat down for the meal. Wow, the food was fantastic and the conversation soon turned to healthy eating and exercise. At that point my husband helpfully mentioned I had started running (a very loose definition of what I was actually achieving at the time). His bosses wife's eyes lit up and it turns out that she is an enthusiastic runner. The vision in my head was of an even more glamorous version of the Human Gazelles that run after the school drop off who inspired our group to start the C25K. These four women glide through the air with no effort what so ever, they leave with perfect hair and makeup, run for 30-40 minutes, and come back looking exactly the same as when they left, not a hair our of place or even a glow to their cheeks.
After the meal, still the conversation returned to running and I was shown a scrap book/photo album of some of the events that she had attended.
OMG, not what I had expected. Most of the photos she was covered from head to foot in mud, the only clean items in any of the pictures was a meddle she was clutching. As she had show such enthusiasm for my running, I felt I had to be enthusiastic about hers. That as it turns out looks to have been my first mistake.
Some how (and I am not quite sure how) I agreed to join her on one of these events. Maybe one too many glasses of wine, or just that her enthusiasm is contagious but either way I agreed. The only proviso I made was that I would wait until I could confidently run 5K. Now at that stage of my C25K journey, the thought of being able to run 5K was so far away that in my mind it would never happen. I think that was my second mistake.
Now I have nothing against mud, as long as it knows its place and stays on the ground and does not stick itself to me. The odd splatter when running is not too bad as long as it does not stain my nice pink running shoes.
Since that evening my running has improved and would have to admit that a 5K run is not something that is now of great effort to me. My husband has kept his boss well informed of my progress, and of course he has told his wife.
My husband dropped the bombshell today that his boss is now arranging his parties again and is going to give some possible dates to my husband. He also mentioned that his wife suggests we could a make a day and include a run. I can hear alarm bells ringing!!
I have just finished scouring the internet to find the days that Mud events take place in their area and praying that none coincide with the dates he is going to propose.
Now I never really looked into the events before (why should I, I was never going near one!!) but not only do you get covered in mud, lay in the stuff, have to clamber over or under obstacles, but you also have to pay at least £80 for the privilege. The only good news is that most say "book now, only a few places left", but that is still a few too many for my liking.
What am I going to do? My husbands answer was, "go along, you may enjoy it", as if!!
HELP!!!
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Sunny and muddy evening run 
Consolidation run 6, and park run 2
