43 feet tall. Muddy. Slippery. Intense. Very intense.
When you approach, your first thought is, “whoa, that’s big!” and your second is, “how in the world am I going to do this?”
A crowd gathers around to watch as you take a deep breath and try and slow your racing heart. You scout out the lane that you think will work best for you. Which one is the least muddy? Which rope looks the longest? Are the knots in the right place? How many people are waiting at the top to help me up and over?
You take one more breath and sprint towards the massive obstacle. One foot slips, but you regain traction. You run forward and up, then go airborne as you lunge for the rope. The person next to you misses their rope and slides back down to the bottom, resting a moment in the mud before trying again. You cling on for dear life and try to get your footing.