As the pledge was read and repeated like Wedding vowels, with earnest and gusto by the 600 odd participants in the second wave of Mudders about to embark on the 18 kilometres of mud, obstacles and some say torture on a hot Sunday morning, you could excuse the four of us for not stopping for a moment and think – what did we just sign up for? Our decision to take on the super-human Mudder course began in August. Adam, Mark, Tom and myself had a discussion in the office one day and the next minute we were entered as ‘Heavy Ten’, in reference to the state of a thoroughbred race track after the maximal amount of rain it can endure before the races are abandoned. When we approached Jarrat to tell him the good news, his eyes lit up, for Jarrat this meant one thing, an excuse to make them feel more pain and strain than normal.