Despite its rinky-dink appearance, the Tornado rollercoaster at Adventureland is quite scary.Nothing screams "warrior" like braving an amusement park. This was how I spent this evening: navigating the layout of Adventureland, a Long Island recreational staple that was the subject of a kitschy indie flick last year. The movie was set in 1987, and many of the rides at the actual park look like they haven't been updated since.
I joined four other moms and our manic children for an evening of chaos at the carnival. My warrior activities started with a mad dash from one side of the park to the other to buy a pass for my son before his friends got on the first ride of the night (the booth that sold the passes was on the other end, and everyone else already had theirs). This was followed by more feverish sprinting after my overexcited son as he continually disappeared into the crowd; climbing up stairs and under handrails to board rides that the kids were too short to go on without an accompanying adult (we usually found this out at the last minute); and elbowing through the crowds just to get our water fix from the vending machines.
In other words, not too much different from the running/wall climbing/barbed wire crawls/vying for beer I'll be doing for Warrior Dash.
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