Going hard at tough kids

Going hard at Tough kids

On a wet muddy morning I put on my old clothes. As soon as I arrive at tough kids I eat, bubbling with excitement. The judges tell us the rules but I can't wait to start. I sprint, huff, puff, everything I can think of, just to finish the obstacle course. The dirtier I am the more I like it.  The hardest part is climbing through the thick, oozing mud especially when I fall into it's dark, gooey depths. In conclusion it was a great day.


  1. That phrase about the thick oozing mud is so evocative - a bit like hockey last week!


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