I mean, besides watching (and apparently becoming obsessed with) movies based on absurd Gothic novels.
We did a mud run. We feel very pleased with ourselves. It was the number one coldest day of my life to date, a record I hope never to surpass (let it be known that we swam across a lake). We are covered with bruises, and have between us one skinned knee and one skinned hand. Our muscles hurt all over. We think ourselves to be VERY HARDCORE. Observe:
See that cargo net we are about to climb over?
There was a mud pit at the end.
In the process of skinning my knee.
Running it in.
Crossing the finish line!
We also got extremely cool t-shirts. I am now canceling out all the coolness by wearing mine today, when I obviously just got it and am too proud of myself not to show it off. I don't care. RESPECT ME.