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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.

And So It Begins…

Posted: June 3, 2015 in OCR, Weight Loss
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That tall order I told you about?  The one where I had to find exercise I enjoyed that didn’t FEEL like exercise?  That order got filled.

About a mile from my house sat a newer gym that marketed itself as a boxing and MMA fitness facility for EVERYBODY – fit, fat, young, old, etc.  Both boxing and MMA interested me so I figured it might be a place for me.  I grew up in the Tyson era with a father who loved the sport.  It certainly isn’t the most glorified era, but damn was it entertaining.  I spent hours playing Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out just waiting for King Hippo’s shorts to fall so I could punch him in the face (any 80s kid knows punching him in the band-aid only made him laugh at you and piss you off further).  As I got older, MMA became popular and how could I not be interested in watching guys beat the shit out of each other with reckless abandon?

Somehow, I managed to forget the time that I had taken a free class at another local MMA gym and swore never to return because I couldn’t move for a week.  I put off signing up at this newer gym a bit (see: procrastination) until a colleague at work said that he had been there and highly recommended it.  So, when payday rolled around, I called and spoke to one of the trainers.  I signed up over the phone and showed up the following Monday morning at 6am ready to kick ass in the conditioning class…or get my ass kicked trying.

This was a one hour sweat-fest full of people at all different fitness levels.  15 minutes in, I thought I was going to die.  The trainer, Alex, pushed me to keep going.  Nobody was judgmental at all and everyone pushed me to keep going.  I got through it, modifying plenty of the exercises, and completed my first class without puking (barely).  I went back Wednesday for more of the same and found myself enjoying it.  A few weeks in, I was able to keep up and complete the workouts without wanting to die and I was starting to see results.  Plus, I felt better both physically and mentally.  I officially found a form of exercise that I enjoyed!  I was hooked – and I hadn’t even considered the wonderful world of obstacle course racing…