Yesterday I woke up bright and early, thru on some pink spandex and black paint, and got ready to sweat in the sun.
The spartan race had come to Calgary, and I, the boy, and countless foolish others, signed ourselves up for 5km of hot misery under a cloudless sky. The course featured flames to leap, walls to climb, bricks to drag, more hills and mud than a person ever needs. Oh and burpees....every time you failed a task you did 25 burpees...I did 50.
Nothing will make you feel prouder tho than being able to carry a sand bag up and down a near vertical hill, low crawling under like 50m of barbed wire (getting your pony tail tangled in barbed wire is less than fun) and high stepping through waist deep mud. So even tho I didn't have the fastest time (the boy was a true gentleman and stuck with my dragging ass the whole race to make sure I didn't keel over and die) and even tho I was woefully under prepared.....and even tho I got a mean case of sun stroke and spent the evening in a shivering huddle....
I still feel incredibly proud to have came, and ran, and overcome everything they threw at me. I can call myself a spartan!
Now to spend the rest of today getting mud off my things and prepping for a committee meeting tomorrow.
What did you overcome this weekend?