The Mud Run

Into the mud I went, holding Mrs Glasgow's hand. I freaked out! I was sinking down into ooey gooey mud, right up to my elbows.

With each step I sink down into the revolting, stinky mud. It feels so sticky. Sticky as glue.

I start to panic as the mud rises up to my waist. I can feel things in the mud. It fills my shorts and clings to my skin. I am scared of all the creepy crawly critters crawling on me and it feels like I'm going to sink and drown.

This is revolting!
Then suddenly, I'm out!
... But I wonder if I'll do it again next year?


By Joshua