With our glorious fins and scandalous tops, we made quite a splash at the 2015 Warrior Princess Mud Run this weekend.
Captained and costumed by the uber-talented Catherine McKenzie, we trained all year for this event in green rooms, box offices and scene shops all over Appleton North High School. They don’t call us the Drama Mamas for nothing.
Game day dawned early and we met for the obligatory warm-ups — sparkly makeup, check! red wigs, check! Pre-game mer-mosas, check!
We brought our own fleet of paparazzi, because that’s the way we roll.
And, following a jumping jack countdown of the 10 a.m. wave, we took off exactly as we had trained — vogueing a little because that made our fins swish nicely.
We spent nearly three hours on the course, dragging our mermaid tails through every muddy obstacle, hurling ourselves down a refreshing mud slide, and allowing a cheeky young boy in a mud pit to toss buckets of slime at us, all in the spirit of good friendship and fun.
The best part of the Warrior Princess Mud Run, aside from the obvious opportunity to let grown people splash around in the mud, is the spirit of camaraderie it fosters among each team, competitors, spectators, and more than 200 cheerful volunteers.
Even better? All of the proceeds, 100%, go toward Harbor House Domestic Abuse programs in Outagamie and Calumet Counties.
I put my new lifeproof cellphone case to the test to chronicle the adventure. I’m happy to say my cellphone and all 11 mermaids survived.
We can’t wait for next year.
I had a little fun with the captions. Hope you enjoy…
Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think she’s the girl. The girl who has everything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold How many wonders can one cavern hold? Looking around here you’d think Sure, she’s got everything.
We’ve got gadets and gizmos a plenty. We’ve got whozits and whatszits galore.You want thingamabobs? We’ve got 20. But who cares? No big deal. we want more.
We wanna be where the people are. We wanna see, wanna see ’em dancing.
Walking around on those what do you call ’em? Oh, feet.
Flipping your fins you don’t get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Strolling along down a
What’s that word again?
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun.
Wish I could be, part of that world.
What would I give if I could live
Out of these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Betcha’ on land, they’d understand
Bet they don’t reprimand their daughters
Bright young women, sick of swimming
Ready to stand (Note: I really like this picture because you can see our entourage encouraging from the little hut on the left.)
And ready to know what the people know
Ask ’em my questions
And get some answers
When’s it my turn?
Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world. (We found ourselves a little grotto mid-course and naturally, we paused for a photo op.)
Here’s a little taste of the mermaid teamwork…