Nothing in your life has prepared you for this because nothing HAS to prepare you for it.
Sailors don't need boot camp to prepare them for shore leave. Some things just come naturally - like blaming communists for global warming, ensuring a life of bachelorhood by living with your mom until you're 42, and churning through miles of muddy filth at The Dirty Dash without training a day in your life.
Sign up for some mudslinging at The Dirty Dash and you'll feel like you spent 2 hours on the side of the farm Old Macdonald didn't want you to see. It's a blitzkrieg of filth... an unpurified mess that no amount of Brita filters can cleanse. You'll run, slide, jump, and crawl your way through piles of slop so thick and dark, you'll think you've wormed your way back into the comfort of your mother's womb. Oh yeah, and it's just the best time you'll have all year. That's all.
By the time you're done, even Drano won't unclog those pores.
We're the Ellis Island of competitions. We take all-comers. Advanced of years? Consider this your rejuvenating mud bath. More to Love? That's just more surface area for mud. Pagan or saintly? Bring an offering to the lords of mud - gold, frankincense, and mirth (Visa and Mastercard also work just fine).
Paint the town red? We say paint it brown. So get your friends and get your sloppy seconds at South Sound's Dirty Dash.
Race Day Info Packets will be posted 2 weeks before the race with tons of info on parking, color partying, and how to clean the color out of your most sensitive areas.