It is time for the Warrior Dash nonsense once again!
You know it had to happen soon. The mud. The pain. The ridiculous sight of a fat man in a tin can. The Warrior Dash is returning to Hawaii in February, and, once again, I'm doing it as a St. Jude Warrior.
What's that mean? It means that you, yes you, have the chance to make my life miserable for a day! For donations to St. Jude, I will do stupid human tricks for you. I have worn capes, dyed my hair, rolled in used shoes, shouted praises for all to hear, been gussied up with make-up, and done hundreds of push-ups- all in the name of donations. As before, if I can get donations up to $500, I'll do this whole thing in chain mail. If I can get up to $750, I'll do it in plate armor.
Do I deliver? See the above picture. Just tell me what you'd like me to do and we'll figure out what an appropriate donation should be. This is a great chance to make me suffer for the coming months of training in armor for 3 miles, 12 obstacles, mud, fire, jungle-level humidity, and the ever present clanking of steel. Donate to punish me, and help some little kids who need all the help they can get.