I completed a Super Spartan race today. It was around 10-11 miles long. Uphill. Downhill. Uphill again. And so on and so forth. It was intense. And insane. And I can’t believe I did it! There were a bunch of obstacles though too. And I attempted them all. Not all successful, but all given my best shot. And there were ones I thought I’d fail for sure and have to do burpees, but then I did it! And that’s an amazing feeling.
And all the other racers were so friendly. For some of the wood wall climb/jumps that got really high, I made some of them on my own, but after a few my arms were shot and I fell and then these guys helped guide me up, a tiny boost.
Even when we were at the lake and we had to swim across and under the canoes in the way, but over the dock in the middle. I couldn’t get myself up on the dock because I was so weighed down with my shoes and clothes, and tired from the other obstacles. I kept trying and slipping. And this guy out of nowhere just grabs my hand and beasts me all the way up with one arm. Pretty awesome. I thought I’d end up pulling him in. He’s definitely a Spartan.
I went with a friend and he stayed with me parts of the way. I’d wave him on during some of the more intense parts for me when I was just crazy tired and slow. But every once and a while I’d see him again. Catch up. And then see him at the end when I finished.
We did this jump from like a 25-30ft ledge into the water. It was greattt. What a weird experience. You actually have time to think about the fact that you’re stillll falling as you fall. hah.
I was unsure, and scared, and nervous about most obstacles before I did them. I’d wait for ever sometimes just watching other people do it, before I psych myself up to go. I’d imagine all the things that could go wrong and think about how I avoid them. But on others I’d be like I dunno.. I dunno. For a sec. And then just go for it. And to just go for something. Even when you’re unsure. Despite the fear. It’s a rush.
I unfortunately didn’t train for this race like I intended to. I made mistakes. I tired myself out this week with drinking and late nights, and going out. I didn’t eat a proper breakfast this morning. But I still did it. I’ve never done a race before, not even a 5K. And to have my first completed race be a Super Spartan. I love it. I didn’t know how I’d get through it, but after hours and hours eventually I too did jump that fire and run through the finish line. So I was slow. I’m just glad I finished.
And if I can truck through and find a way through that craziness. I know I’ll be okay, and I can do things I think I can’t. Things I wouldn’t believe. Things I’m afraid of, that I think too much about.
There was a guy talking while we were trekking up an incline. And I heard him say. That this type of experience changes you and how the first time he did a race like this, it changed him. Maybe that sounds melodramatic. Or corny. But I believe it.
Starting out the year with this under my belt feels good. Even though right now my body feels bad and in much pain. Stinging cuts. Sore muscles. Blisters. Bruises. Etc. But it was worth it. As much as I was cursing the miles through. It still was.
So I’m deciding to abandon this separate fit/exercise/health side blog I had to my personal everything blog. I realize that being healthy and making better life choices, which include choices on exercise and nutrition should not be looked at as something apart from the rest of my life. I have one life. And all the aspects within it all go together and affect one another. After having completed this race, all the obstacles I had to go through and push through and try and try and try as hard as I can, are all relevant to my everyday life. So, this blog is done. And I will continue on with just my regular personal blog.