The Dirty Dash

You guys, this morning I got to do one of the most fun, exhausting, DIRTY things I have probably ever done.


As a part of my partnership with fitfluential I was given the opportunity to run the Dirty Dash in Colorado Springs.   For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Dirty Dash, here is a blurb from their website

Have you ever said to yourself, “Marathons are too easy, and Triathlons are for sissies?”

We haven’t either…those races are really hard. Think about it…the first person to run a marathon actually died. HE DIED!…and he probably didn’t even have fun along the way!

Well, welcome to a new kind of race: THE DIRTY DASH. This race that puts all other races to shame. The Dirty Dash is a mud run obstacle course where a military boot camp meets your inner five-year-old’s fantasy and subsequently converts boy to man and then man to swine.

You’ll need endurance to trudge up mountains of sludge, courage to overcome uncompromising obstacles, a complete lack of shame to wallow in pits of mud and a smile to show through at the end!

So let this mud run obstacle course become your new guilty pleasure. Go solo or with some of your dirtiest, filthiest, & uncouth friends. Either way, you’ll be able to look at yourself in the mirror and say, “I am a Dirty Dasher!”… and then proceed to clean yourself off.

Let’s just say I was a little more than psyched for this race.   Over my years of running, I’ve read all about mud runs but never got to try one, until today!

This Morning

The race is a little beyond the city of Colorado Springs at Pike’s Peak International Speedway, about a 90 mile drive from where we’re at in Denver.  After a long and active day yesterday, Zach and I went to bed early knowing we had a 6 AM wake up call.

Let’s just say getting out of bed wasn’t early, but it was totally worth it.  The drive out to the speedway was easy and painless.  Leaving at 630, we actually arrived around 745 {upps}.  I guess we wanted to give me plenty of time for packet pick up? ha

Thankfully, packet pick up was a BREEZE and even though I had a 920 race start, I was able to actually jump into the 800 group without a problem.  Hello AWESOME.

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I saw a TON of piled up mud as we were driving up to our parking spot, so I knew this was going to be a good one.

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Zach took a moment to snap a before shot, and right away I was on the course.   And by right away I mean, within 10 feet I was jumping in a huge mud pit.   Dive in head first I supposed.

The first jump in was a bit of a shock, but right away I was cracking up and knew I was going to have a blast.

While I haven’t run any other races to compare this one too, I would say the obstacles were well spaced apart and most of them focused on mud or water.  There are a few exceptions, like wall climbs, rope climbs, log walks, barrel crawls, etc.   I ran between all of the obstacles, but I would say that most of the participants were doing a mix of running and walking, and as I got further in more and more were just walking and chatting between obstacles.   Having a BLAST.

A few shots from their website since I couldn’t carry a camera.



My favorite of the obstacles was definitely the rope climb . . . but they were all a blast.

Mile markers are clearly marked along the course and I was having such a blast, I was surprised at every single one.   There  was also two different water stops (one had root beer), so you didn’t need to carry anything which is always nice.

By the time I hit mile marker three and had to get through the final couple of obstacles, I was a muddy and giddy mess.  Even though I woke up dead tired from yesterday’s hike, I forgot all about it the second I hit the course.  I would HIGHLY recommend the Dirty Dash to anyone, of any level really.  There were plenty of people who were out there just to have fun, and it didn’t bother anyone.  There were runners and walkers at every pace, so you wouldn’t have a problem finding your own group.

One thing I did notice, which wasn’t a surprise, is that most people did the race in a group, which WHEN I do this again I will definitely do.  People were having a BLAST body slamming each other into mud and just enjoying a morning stroll.

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There are still multiple races offered this season, so you should definitely check one out if you get the opportunity. Check out their location still available 

  • August 23 – New Mexico
  • September 6 – Missoula
  • September 13 – Utah
  • September 23 – Virginia Beach


And don’t forget you get 20% off when you use the MEDALS discount code!

So come on, what are you waiting for?  GET DIRTY!

This post was sponsored by The Dirty Dash but all views and opinions are my own. 



The Hike That Did Us In

For those of us from Colorado, “fourteener” is a common term.  In fact, there’s likely one or even a few of those fourteeners on our Summer bucket list each year.

A fourteener is just a peak that is over fourteen thousand feet {go figure, right?}.   In Colorado, there are 53 of these peaks.  I just so happen to be married to a man that wants to climb all of them.  A true Coloradan at heart, that boy.

Yesterday we set out to the mountains  to tackle of first fourteener of the Summer this morning{we’ve been busy, late start}.   To put things into perspective, last year we did three summits in one day:  Democrat, Cameron and Bross.   This is one example of the few peaks in the Colorado area that you can summit multiple peaks in one day.  The only peak we didn’t hit that day in the range was Lincoln.   From our views on those summits, we could see that Lincoln seemed like a mean man.  {Spoiler alert: we were correct}.  We never put  much more thought into Lincoln and went along our merry way.

Until a few weeks ago, when Zach and I started talking about potential summits we could hit before the season got completely away from us.  To seal the deal, I have a friend who was kind enough to let us stay in her cabin in the small town of Fairplay, which was less than a 20 minute drive from the trailhead of Lincoln.

Zach did research, as he always does, and found that Lincoln was somewhere around a 5mile trip, which gives you around 3400 feet of elevation gain.  Five mile seems short, right?

That should have been a sign.  3400 feet of elevation in 2.5 miles?

The Hike

Zach and I were on the road from our cabin in Fairplay before 8 AM and hiking before 830.   While that isn’t super early, we’ve been in a cooler trend this Summer and the mornings are COLD at high elevation.  At this point it was still in the 40’s, so I wasn’t rushing to get out of the warm car.  With that said, we could have probably used to get on the mountain a little earlier.

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Let me tell you a little something about me and hiking.  I’m the kind of person that prefers going up to coming down, and often think about the descent as I’m still ascending.   Within the first tenth of a mile on this hike, I was already anxious.  Within a quarter of a mile, we hit portions that Zach was already having to lift Gus over because they were too tall for him to climb.

Now don’t get me wrong, climbing this is fun, coming down is not.  Within less than a half mile, we hit a point that Gus could literally not get over, and that Zach could not boost him over.  This was the first moment that we began to think we may not make the summit.  Conditions were very washed out due to the monsoon rain we’ve been having, and the trail IS THIN.  Very little room for error.  With that said, we kept trucking along, finding a route that Gus could navigate.

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The hike was gorgeous.  Both Zach and I can agree that the views offered on this hike were some of the best that we’ve ever seen.  Worth the struggle, but don’t be fooled they come at a cost.

One way or another Zach and I managed to keep moving.  Within about an hour and a half, and probably a little over a mile into the hike, we saw what we thought was the summit.  Within our sights.  This kept our spirits a little high that, even though we were moving much slower than we would normally, we could make it.

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After about 1.5 hours, we reached what is called the Amphitheater.  An amazing and beautiful section of the hike that is very clearly mapped out how to navigate in directions due to it’s difficulty.   “Loose dangerous rocks” was mentioned on multiple occasions so we did our best to slowly treck through the area as it isn’t clearly marked by a trail of any kind.

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I’ve done a lot of hiking in my day, and this hike was like nothing I have ever done before.  It wasn’t really scaling, it was more like rock climbing at points, except in very loose, shale rock (not exaggerating, you’ll find out why it felt this way soon).

At about 2.5 hours in, we really started to question ourselves.  We were both suckin’ wind, and felt like we had just scaled an entire cliff without gear.  At this point we could see what looked to be the road that got us to the last 400 feet of elevation (right at 13,800 ft) about 500 feet higher than the point we were at, so we decided to go for it.  And go for it we did. It was also at this point that we noticed what we had THOUGHT was the summit was in fact, a false summit.

Somehow, the two of us made it to the road that leads you to the REAL summit (road is a term used loosely, still very big rocks but finally something that at least resembles a trail again).   By this point it was nearing 1130 and we were both moving way slower than we’ve ever moved on a hike.  We began our treck up the road, but knew we’d be moving slow and saw that the rain cloud that was over us was NOT moving slow.

As we felt a few raindrops, our decision was made for us.  Less than 400 feet from the summit, we had to turn around.

Now if you know Zach and I, you know this was NOT an easy decision for either of us.  We are stubborn as hell and do NOT give up.  But safety was a legitimate concern at this point.  You never want to be stuck on a mountain in a storm, and definitely not a fourteener like Lincoln.

To make matters worse:  We found the trail for the hike coming down.  Come to find out, Zach and I had completely missed the trail coming up through the amphitheater and literally scaled the wall that the directions told us directly NOT TO DO.   In true Jara style, we had made what would already been a challenging hike nearly impossible by blazing our own trail (at least for us).

Thankfully, this made the entire situation even easier for the two of us to laugh at.  We both agreed that had we done the actual hike as trailed, we would have been able to summit, but with the looming rain storms and shot legs due to scaling, it wasn’t worth it.

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Let’s just say I’m glad we didn’t push it.  The hike down was still over 2 hours of (at times) tear educing terrain.  By the time we made it to our car at about 130, I could have burst into song I was so happy to be down.

I’ve never had an experience hiking that I did today, and am completely humbled but proud that the three of us made it through.   Today was a reminder that activities like hiking a fourtneener are NEVER to be taken lightly, and sometimes your stubborn nature needs to get put to the wayside.

Don’t be fooled though, Zach and I have plans to attack it again  :).  This time, without our four legged friend and sticking to the trail.  But Lincoln, know that you haven’t seen the last of us!