Dirty Dashin’ With Dad: As Experienced by Austin

Eric and the boys wanted to spend some quality man time together this summer.  Thanks to Groupon they scored a deal to participate in the Dirty Dash.  Here is the adventure through Austin's eyes:

We started off the journey in dad’s truck and drove for a few hours down to Eugene Oregon where the Dirty Dash was taking place. We camped overnight in the truck and had the breakfast of champions, pop tarts and water. 

(Mom's note:  Carson must have had the camera during the drive ;)

Austin Sneezing

Dad Singing

Carson enjoying the scenery.

Champions fueled and ready to go.

We drove for a bit and arrived at a big field packed with thousands of people. Showers were off to one side filled with hundreds of muddy runners and thousands more were roaming around in costumes and having a good time. Carson and I were both wondering what we’d let dad talk us into. We started off the race behind a huge starting line packed with a few hundred runners. The pack thinned out and all three of the Sork gang stuck together through the first few obstacles of mud pits, hay bales, and climbing walls. Carson and I ran ahead of dad as his old legs started giving out and we quickly ran by the beer stop (halfway through the race where runners were stopping to have a good time drinking beer and getting tipsy).

We finished the race and had a blast climbing over cargo nets, monkey bars and tons more mud pits and mud slides. We crossed the finish line and cheered on dad as he finished just a little behind us.  

Fun for the boys, they had the camera and got to catch Dad in action.

We were caked head to toe in mud and grime, so we lined up and waited in line for an hour for the showers. The worst part of the whole ordeal was sitting and waiting for the showers because the mud hardened and itched on our skin. 

"These were some of my favorite socks."

 It was a great experience to have with our dad and we’ll be able to remember it for years to come due to our mud stained shirts and happy memories. Thanks Dad!