Mud, Mayhem & Mad Grit: The Madness of Mudathon 2025

Looking for the wildest obstacle challenge in East Africa? Mudathon 2025 took us straight into the heart of Mount Kenya for a day of grit, glory, and glorious mud.

Welcome to the Wild Side

On May 10th, thirty-one feral teams descended into the belly of Mount Kenya’s muddiest terrain—armed with nothing but grit, spandex, and suspect levels of hydration.

The occasion? Mudathon 2025, a wickedly orchestrated mayhem fest by Bucket List Adventures and hosted at the rugged Kenya Institute of Adventure and Leadership. This wasn’t your average weekend jog — this was madness in motion.

With 12 sadistic, soul-snatching obstacles waiting along the course, participants had to crawl through the Birth Canal, swing for dear life across the Monkey Bridge, scream “hapa ni wapi!?” in blind confusion, and tiptoe or not (badly) across flaming fire jumps. And just when you thought the worst was over — boom — enter the 3 Evil Sisters, Spiderman Web, and a final stretch they called The 7 Deadly Sins.

Honestly? They weren’t joking.

The Rise of the Misfits

The champions of the day, a rowdy troop known as Muddy Misfits, dashed, splashed, and probably cursed their way into a spectacular finish at 13:06, bagging 1075 points. If you blinked, you missed them.

Rumor has it they trained by chasing greased pigs uphill. 

Feline Fury & Tribe Thunder

Close behind, the Fierce Kittens weren’t here to cuddle. With clawed determination, they clocked in at 13:55, narrowly edged out by Tribe on Track who landed at 13:45 — both teams scoring over 1050 points.

Their strategy? Hustle, heart, and probably a little screaming through the Spiderman Web.

Slips, Squads & Saviours

The battlefield wasn’t without casualties.

Suicide Squad 2 and Team Kesal dove deep into the Birth Canal and emerged questioning their life choices. Muddy Muddy Rebellion earned their 1025 points with heroic, head-first commitment into the muck — most notably at Hapa Ni Wapi, where they were last seen arguing with a goat for directions.

Team FOMO yelled “YOLO!” while fire-leaping, while Arrow Tip, Bib Thirty One, and SOS may still be entangled in The 7 Deadly Sins, nursing cramps and existential dread.

Mud Doesn’t Discriminate

From the elegant stumbles of The Pink Antelopes to the pure-hearted chaos of Crazy Ones, the course showed no favoritism. Thirty Four heroically crossed the finish line at 14:21, caked in memories and mud.

Even the bold Team Ki-Chimbi emerged victorious — and by victorious, I mean “mud in every crevice imaginable.”

The Great Reward? Bragging Rights & Swamp Memories

Beyond bruises and badly timed cramps, Mudathon 2025 was proof that teamwork makes the mud dream work.

With 12 physical trials straight from a gym instructor’s fever dream, and powered by Bucket List Adventures (plus a heroic shoutout to Ariel detergent), this event was nothing short of madness, muscle, and monumental messes.

Mudathon 2025 at a Glance:

  • Location: Mount Kenya Interior, Kenya Institute of Adventure and Leadership
  • Date: May 10, 2025
  • Teams: 31 Wild Souls
  • Hosted by: Bucket List Adventures
  • Obstacles: 12 Brutal Challenges
  • Unexpected MVP: The person who brought a backup pair of shoes and a warm enough change of clothes... Iykyk

Got Mud? Tell Us!

Did your squad survive the swamp? Did your Solomon boots betray you mid-slide?

Drop your story in the comments on Bold Tracks and Bag Packs Blog — we want to relive your messiest, mightiest, most magnificent moments!

 Next up on the blog: “How My Solomon Boots Betrayed Me on Elephant Hill” — stay tuned!


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