I was only doing this in memory of my colleague.
I have raised over £100 sponsorship, so it was worth it.
We set off in the morning with a van full of sleepy colleagues.
I imagined a series of obstacles and mud in between, maybe five, and imagined that it would be over in about 30 minutes.
It took hours.
Luckily it wasn’t very cold as we got soaked in mud-water trenches, scratched by stones from mud which had been worn away, stung by nettles, burned by electricity and got blisters from trying to do monkey bars.
But what made it worth it were all my colleagues pulling together, waiting at every obstacle for stragglers and ensuring everyone got through it.
I soon forgot about my aversion to dirt as I had to crawl through it under cargo nets and barbed wire.
I challenged my fear of heights by climbing a giant cargo net with nothing underneath. My legs shook and I felt sick but I managed it. I could do this because we were supporting each other every step of the way, sometimes literally.
There’s no “I” in team and the group is only as strong as its weakest link. That day we did not have one and the only injury was an electrical burn (that bit needs closing down) and a pulled muscle.
If you would like to donate, the link is here.