This is Sparta! Hear me RAWRRRR

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!

Exhausted and drenched. Up and down the stairs, running in between the seats. Rinse and repeat…except there was no chance to rinse! :-)

That’s a 60lb. sandbag! I couldn’t carry it all the way in and around the bleachers, so I opted for burpees.

Approaching the gladiators and the finish line!

Finished! Happy and posing with my medal!

The beginning of the race! Dry, unwrinkled bib and still happy!

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