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Spartan Sprint Miami

Posted: December 8, 2015 in Fitness, OCR

12309909_10205628366010571_2493548894963955142_oTough fucking run.  That sums up Miami…at least for me.  Through knee pain, ankle pain, and mental anguish, I pushed through.  Full Disclosure: I didn’t complete every obstacle and I didn’t do all of my burpees.  I struggled on almost every aspect of that course.  Thankfully, I had the support of my team (specifically my 2 running mates, Kelly and Nivea) and the support of everyone else I passed (or, more accurately, was passed by) on the course and that speaks volumes about what it means to be a Spartan.

I was NOT happy with my performance.  As a matter of fact, I was ready to quit a mile in, but didn’t because of my running mates.  I don’t care that I had a bad ankle sprain 2 months prior.  I don’t care that I had been doing no real endurance training since that sprain.  And I don’t care that the terrain was way tougher than I expected.  I was not happy.  Kelly, my biggest supporter, reminded me of the lack of training and stuck with me through the whole thing.  She made me look past my time and realize that I finished it – WE finished it – together.

However, I still can’t get this feeling of failure out of my head and soul.  I busted my ass all year and came up way behind where I wanted to.  I wanted to beat my Sprint time from Tampa.  That didn’t happen.  I was determined to complete every obstacle.  That didn’t happen.  I sought to feel a greater sense of accomplishment than my first Spartan Race.  Again, didn’t happen.  None of my goals were achieved in Miami.  It’s fucking disheartening.

I don’t want pity.  I don’t want anything from anyone.  In fact, I already got what I wanted and I got it out of this race and not from anyone else.  I got motivation.  These crap-ass results, alone, will be my motivation.

  • I WILL look back at this race and use it to fuel the fire.
  • I WILL look at these results and realize just how much work I have to do to get where I want to be.
  • I WILL not sit and let this defeat fester.
  • I WILL do the work.
  • I WILL Spartan the FUCK UP.

I appreciate the support of others, without question.  I love the team atmosphere of the Spartan community and I could never ask for a team better than Team Peer Pressure.  However, I have this newly found desire to push myself harder than I ever have before.

2016: Look out.  I’m going to make you my bitch.


P.S. – Fuck you, Bucket Brigade.  I hate you.


I promised in my last post that I’d get back on track with the story…so here goes.

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As fate would have it, a month or two after joining the gym,the boot camp instructor that Kelly had been working with moved over to my gym to take over the program there. She asked me if I was okay with her joining at what she considered MY gym. Now, we can all get a little territorial (insert chest thumping and peeing on things here), but I had no issues with it. “Of COURSE you can come to MY gym, babe. Just don’t start making me look bad.” Or something like that.

Here’s where things get a fun little twist. We spent each morning after class comparing notes on what our workouts were and it got a little competitive at times. “We did 40 burpees!”  “Oh, yeah?  We pushed a car!”  You know…the usual.

Sometime in August/September, I took a hiatus from the gym. I was in the process of starting a new business and funds were tight. It was unfortunate, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices in life. It was tough not going to the gym. Ok, I’m lying – it was pretty easy, actually. I slept in, I ate like a pig, and I generally enjoyed it except feeling like a fat shit again.

In November, I started getting tired of feeling like crap again so I went back to the gym.  I picked up where I left off and started feeling good again, but something was missing and I didn’t know it.  I was speaking to a co-worker and mentioned that I had started training again.  He asked me what I was training for.  Nobody had ever asked me that before and I didn’t have an answer.  It made me start looking for something to train for.

And thus begins the journey of medal-chasing, shenanigans, and a little something called Peer Pressure.  Tune in next time for where the fun truly begins and shit gets serious.

*Note for those following last week’s post about nutrition:  I have been challenged to “eat whatever I want and record the results.”  Thus far, it’s been going well.  There will be a post at the end of the week documenting my “horrible” diet and its affect on my performance.