Nick and I did the Warrior Dash on Sunday. (Forgive the watermark, I can't be bothered to purchase race photos.) It was a mud-soaked good time, and it's Wednesday now but we're still sliced up and bruised.
Afterwards we stopped by a spooky little roadside grill in Logan, and had the bored teenage girl working it make us some terrible cousin of a grilled cheese sandwich - single slice of American cheese melted between a blackened bun and wrapped in foil. After hours in the relentless heat and mud, it tasted like heaven.