Tough Mudders

Jordan had some tough coaches that whipped him into shape after his Internship vacation. 

To me, the tough mudder was more like a Nazi concentration camp. I walked in to watch Jordan finish and all I saw were hundreds of miserable people walking around with numbers written in black sharpies on their foreheads, shivering, filthy, and being electrocuted. Except Jordan paid a pretty penny for that experience. And I dragged the girls all the way to Toule, paid $10 to park, walked 1 mile to the event, paid another $40 to watch and failed to entertain the girls in the miserable cold for an hour while we waited for Jordan at the second to last event so we could see our man in action. After venting some frustration to a fellow viewer about how long it was taking, I got a phone call from Jordan informing me that he was finished, had showered and was looking for me. Some how he was so muddy at the end that he had walked right past me and I didn't even recognize him. And he wasn't looking for me as he didn't even know we were at the event. Basically I paid $50, drove 2 hours round trip, spent 1 hour shivering in the cold just for those pictures above. E for Effort?