Let me just say it was an honor to participate, to just be in the presence of such distinguised and capable gentlemen. This, my first Mr. Davidson competition, was both exhilirating, humiliating and a little bit of everything in between.For those of you who have not heard of Mr. Davidson. We are guys who graduated from the college in 1997, who every five years return to test our minds, bodies, and wills in a series of ten individual and three team events in order to see which one of us is Mr. Davidson. This year, Hayes Trotter ran away with the title. I managed to climb myself to second place going into the final event when I made a devastating tactical error catapulting me down the leader board to a lackluster yet respectable sixth place. Ha! It was a weekend of athletic ups and downs: winning the illustrious yet grueling bar hang, then immediatly finishing dead last in the car push, and being the only one to literally lose my lunch in the notoriously gut wrenching "Mr. Davidson shuttle run" (After doing dizzy lizzies and memorizing a Shakespearean couplet, we had to eat a McDonald's cheeseburger and fries). It was a memorable time on many levels.
And it was so great to be back with the crew. We honestly don't look bad for thirty-two year olds...
I can't wait for 2012.
