So, on Saturday, I ran a Tough Mudder. Billed as the “toughest event on the planet” (hint: it’s not), it’s better subtitled: “So much fun, it might be illegal.” Acting on a dare from close friend John Kingston (I’m not sure if it was a “triple dog” dare, but it was certainly close), I agreed to run. We gathered together a few of our closest — and most insane — friends, trained with varying degrees of panic-motivated intensity, and prepared ourselves... Read more