I ran a Spartan Race.
- This formerly fat girl ran a race. Amazing!
- This totally non-athletic girl ran a race. Incredible!
- This once sad, self-pitying girl ran a race. Unbelievable!
No, I’m not praising myself! I’m actually in awe that I am a person that has accomplished this feat! On Saturday, November 17th, 2012, along with about a dozen or so of my closest bootcamp friends, I “ran” a race. I use the term “ran” loosely. I’m a slow runner and my plantar fasciitis coupled with my asthma and running in the cold quickly wore me down. But, I did it.
I had a wonderful friend with me along the race. She could have easily finished a half hour before I did (it took me 1 hour and 40 mins), but she stayed with me the whole way – cheering me on and reminding me I could do this! I crossed the finish line to find my bootcamp family waiting for me, along with my amazing husband who braved the cold to see me finish!
After the race, I felt a little defeated as my fear of heights really got the best of me. I guess standing on top of a cement beam inside Fenway Park‘s concession area is bound to get the best of anybody! The race was 2.75 miles and approximately 25 obstacles. Except for the ones with heights, I conquered most of the others…and I conquered ALL of the obstacles relating to fitness: medicine ball smash, the atlas carry, push ups (where you lowered your body down to the ground and then pushed yourself back up).
As I look back at myself, I am proud. I did an amazing job. I never dreamed anything like this was possible for me…ever. I hurt like hell for two days after the race. I am bruised and have no idea how I got purplish blue welts on my legs. Well, I have an idea, I just don’t remember getting them! As I sit here in my office, on a cold New England day, all I can do is dream of the next race. Even if it was awful while I was doing it and I wanted to quit…I can’t wait to do it again!
I am now a Spartan woman! Hear me roar! AROO AROO AROO
Below are some happy pictures from the event!