Joshua Mullins had endured a lot already: Trudging through mud, swimming through ice water, dragging a large rock on a rope.
Now, he was alternating hauling sandbags and five gallon buckets of rocks up a steep hill, “a giant mountain of a hill, for Texas at least.” And he was doing it in the cold, driving rain.
He kept thinking to himself, “I’ve carried heavier things,” recalling the massive drum cases he’d carry for his musician wife in and out of her gigs. The Bag of Doom, he called them.
Still, this was different. He’d signed a death waiver to do this.
Mullins, a 29-year-old recruiter … read the rest of the article at The Post Game