I don’t really feel like a warrior. I mostly just feel a little beat up. The Warrior Dash was terrible. It hurt, it was embarrassing, it was gross, it was filthy, and it was wet. I think this is where I’m supposed to swoon and say I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Screw that. Maybe in a year, once I’ve properly trained up and can do 25 weighted pull ups with only my bad arm, but going in after a month of not training was 10 kinds of shenanigans. I flipped the hell out on the first obstacle. Seriously. A measly balance beam took me minutes to cross. I…