Fat fucks at the Tough Mudder So this weekend a few friends and I got together and participated in a Tough Mudder, which was an absolute blast aside from all the lard barges that were there. Coming into this event, I was pretty worried that I would be in way over my head. I run several times a week, eat healthy, and am pretty flexible/agile, but am by no means an elite athlete or very muscular. But holy fuck, I felt like a god damn olympian compared to all the butterhuffers at this event. They say their fat "doesn't effect anyone else", but when I'm stuck behind a herd of she-cows waddling along at less than a snail's pace on the trail or waiting for 30 minutes while I stand in line at an obstacle while some obese asshole attempts and fails to scale a wall multiple times, while also practically breaking the backs of his teammates in the process, it sure as hell does effect other people. God, I wish they had some sort of a fitness test you have to pass or weight limit to stay under before you are allowed to participle in these types of events.  Then they post all this shit on Facebook about how they're sooo athletic and blah blah blah. Congrats. You did the equivalent exercise of walking around a mall for a few hours and letting other people push you over obstacles or just skipping them altogether. So fucking impressive. Ugh. Fats ruin everything.