The Camp Pendleton Mud Run. This may be the only race I'll ever enter.

Chelsea and nine of her co-workers entered the Mud Run on Sunday, and I dutifully showed up to shoot. This race looks like a blast. Sure, running six miles through the hills of SoCal with a bunch of shouting Marine Corps drill instructors is at least mildly masochistic, but everyone who crossed the finish line, no matter how filthy or bloody or exhausted was smiling or laughing or jumping and generally having a good time.

And Chels did fantastic. Although she is still wringing the mud from her sports bra. If you plan on running this thing, invest in a loofa. Or a fire hose.

Ok, so this shot was in the reject file until Chelsea caught the expressions of the runners. And then I had to keep the whole damn sequence. Man, that's a whole lot of jiggle, and I'm not sure just how you run 6.2 miles with that much of your ass hanging from your pants.

I will say that the mud run had the largest collection of hot and mostly dirty and naked women I have ever seen that wasn't on a German farm porn website. Women outnumber the men by easily 20%. I suspect this is some subliminal Marine Corps, boot camp sexual fantasy, but hey, let me believe what I want to believe.

This team looked to me like a muddy, mobile, Benetton ad. We have an Asian, a Hispanic, a couple of possibly gay, white guys and the token black kid. All holding hands and smiling.

Singing We Are the World.

We are all the same color in the mud!

Whether you are a masochist, like mud in your privates or just trying to live out some homoerotic fantasy, it sure looks like a good time.

I'd leave it at that, but I feel compelled to make one more comment about the mud run. Specifically about this team:

Seriously? SERIOUSLY?

Please tell me you are getting your M.A. in English Lit and this shirt was printed with irony. Please.

Oh, hell. I doubt it.

Sigh.

No, maybe YOU'RE not tired.

YOUR t-shirt, however, indicates that YOU'RE a moron.