Becoming a Spartan!

So apparently I’m a liar and I’m terrible at the updates. Once a week? I’m trying, life has just been very busy. But onward and upward.

I want to do a quick recap of one of the most challenging things I’ve ever endured, and one of my, personally, most proud moments – the completion of my first Spartan race this past year.

Now for those of you who don’t know what a Spartan race is, in a nutshell it’s basically a 3-5 mile, 20+ obstacle, mud race. It’s meant to test your physical, mental, and emotional endurance.

And oh does it test them.

This was, by far, the most physically challenging thing I have done in my life. I came into it knowing I would struggle, as I am way out of shape and barely trained at all.

To start, I was guilted into doing this in the first place, but I’m glad I did.

Pre-race. We are all completely oblivious to the torture we are about to put ourselves through.

So to start, let’s get one thing out of the way. We finished in pretty much dead last. The slowest times to complete this thing, but the amount of joy and pride I had crossing the finish line is more than I can describe.

It was an incredibly hot summer day (my mom’s birthday even, who was there to support us, along with my wife and dad). The mud, while a struggle to work through, was a very welcome addition as it cooled us down.

The obstacles weren’t too terrible. We all supported each other to complete each one (almost). My absolute favorite moments from this race were the amount of support and camaraderie from EVERYONE! It was truly a sign of the good in humanity. Every time you would struggle, slip or fall there was someone, who you didn’t even know, to reach out and give a helping hand (in this picture is dad #2 who I did this race for in the first place).

It took almost an entire day to finish this thing. The worst obstacle of all were the hills, or slopes rather as we were at a ski resort. Up, down, up, down, up, down. Rinse, repeat almost 50 million times. Carry extremely heavy weights up, then down. Take a breather and think you’re done with the hills then turn the corner and see another one.

This is what tested your mental and emotional endurance. So many times my legs tried to quit on me. The hills were torturing my body.

But we pushed through.

At the end of all the hills, towards the end of the race, was the barbed-wire crawl which was physically exhausting.

At the end of it all we had one final “obstacle” which was so rewarding. People crossed the finish line in TEARS from physical pain, pure emotion, and joy.

I showered for what seemed like hours getting rid of all the mud, and I was physically in pain for about 2 weeks afterwards (along with a mild case of poison ivy just for the added salt).

But when it was all said and done with we started to discuss our next race. And how we are just going to keep pushing ourselves and better our lives.

So we have another one in 5 short months. Which I’m again totally unprepared for.

Oh boy.

Anyways, long story short, I highly recommend doing at least one race in your life. You will reach a point with yourself that you didn’t know you could get to. And you will form lifelong memories with those you race with.

I came in last place (almost) but I am proud of what I accomplished, and proud to call myself a Spartan.


Ps, thanks to my dad for the great pictures and memories which we will cherish forever.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Marvin Gau says:

    Well done!!! Yes, deserved to be called Spartan! Aroo!!


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