Energy pulsed through the area, strongest where the participants for the next heat of the Aspen Mass Mudder assembled in the waiting area. The constant rumble of voices, threaded through with laughter and the blare of music through loudspeakers, was an unrelenting wave of vocal thunder—rising, receding, and rising again. People wove in and out of the vendors’ tents dotting the base of the mountain—sports drinks, energy bars, athletic wear. Men and women who’d already finished the obstacle course—some still covered in mud, some wet from hosing down in the rinse-off area—relaxed in small groups, hugging and high-fiving, recounting their experiences with elaborate hand motions. “Are you glad you came?” Lacey’s question tugged Caron’s attention away from the starting line, where Kade and Mitch, along with the four other members of the team, waited for the start of their race. All six men wore identical orange T-shirts emblazoned with the words MUD DEVILS and a stylized cartoon of a mud tornado on the front.
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