Me and some Princeton Muddy Buddy's at a race in Massachusetts last summer. Since we weren't muddy enough the first time through the mudpit, well, we snuck back onto the course and went through it again to wrestle in it. Nothing quite like a beer garden at 8 in the morning. Ben and I were victorious in the half running/half mountain biking/half obstacle race, and I still wear the free shoes I received as prize. This was a prouder day for the Antelope (my bike), which beat out many serious, expensive mountain bikers. Today, my Antelope is a flat, unreliable gimp.