There weren't any zombies up ahead so I sprinted to a smaller group that consisted of a guy dressed as Rick Grimes. This group knew what was up. We sprinted through the zombies. Unfortunately there was a group ahead of us who didn't share our strategy. I couldn't slow down in time and ran into some small Asian guy, knocking us both over. I imagine it occurred like the final blow in Rocky II:
I somehow managed to sprain my ankle from this collision (C.). The pain was quick and severe. I still had at least two miles to go and there was no way I was going to give up. (I paid over $70 this!) I tightened my shoe to keep the swelling down and trekked on.
The obstacles were tough for me. The worst was wading through the muddy water. Each time my foot slipped into mud and I had to pull my foot out was excruciating. The excitement had my adrenaline going so I was able to avoid the zombies, but I would pay for it soon after. Before I knew it, I had reached the final mile.
Zombies were now all over the place and there weren't many safe areas. I was now down to a single flag as a clever zombie stole a flag from behind me. I was now stressed out and nervous with one flag remaining. As I approached the end, a volunteer zombie that decided that I wasn't going to finish the race with my flag.
At this point I was covered in mud from chest to toe. My feet were heavy and my shoes lost all traction. A zombie slowly approached me as I stood trying to figure out my next move. I tried sprinting quickly and slipped and fell. This zombie decided to let others past right by him and he never took his eyes off me while he slowly approached me. What a dick.
An audience was watching closely as many people were watching near the finish line. There's actually home video of this out there somewhere. Since this zombie was letting people pass him on the side I decided to walk toward that side. WWSD. What Would Shane Do? I decided to lure this zombie into the other people. He briefly turned to another person and I took advantage and ran by him. He reached for my flag and missed.
With all this fun going on I had forgotten about my ankle and decided to remind myself how much it actually hurt. There were a few zombies still ahead and I was now hobbling as they were. Only mine wasn't an act. There were three left and one noticed my lone flag and came my way. Tired and hurt I had nowhere to go. I didn't want to finish as a zombie. I actually trained for this. (half-assedly I might add) I put my head down, and bent forward taking deep breaths as this zombie approached.
I played possum. The oldest trick in the book. I ditched that zombie like Nike did Lance Armstrong. My ankle throbbed with victory. I made it.
My ankle currently hurts as I type this but I think it was well worth it and I encourage everyone to give it a try when Run For Your Lives comes to your area.