Then I looked it up. Holy crap. Are you kidding me??? Rolling under barbed wire, climbing over walls, rope climbing...whatthehelldidIjustdo??? Well, I've paid already. Belly up to the bar girl.
So we woke up at an ungodly hour on a dreary, cold Sunday, my dear hubs and kids loaded in the van to support me, met up with She Who Talked Me Into This Nonsense and did the hour drive to the place of our certain demise. It was at this point that she casually mentioned that we were to be the only ones on our team. WHAT????? Oh. Dear. God.
Look at us, all nice and clean, and SCARED OUT OF OUR FREAKING MINDS!
After waiting around for an hour for our heat to start, and building up some more fear, they called our heat to the start, played some Braveheart-esque music, and ran us up a freaking mountain.
Numb extremities, numb head, aching lungs, quads, butt, and lack of oxygen combined to make me think that this wasn't so bad! The first few obstacles were pretty ok. Then the electric fence zapped me twice. Hey, I said I had a numb head. Shut up.
And then the obstacles got harder. But you know what else? People got more awesome. See, I have this reoccurring problem in that I get really fed up with human beings, get tired of being one, and want to be a cavewoman. Then days like today happen. Events like this bring out the best in people. First it was the "drag a cinder block on a rope through a mud bog" obstacle. We were all helping each other out when our blocks got stuck.
Then it was the biggest monkey bar set you've ever seen obstacle. My teammate and I stood there wondering how the heck we were going to get through this one. We foresaw burpees in our future. Then some random guy that we don't even know gave us both shoulder rides so we could reach the monkey bars and carried us the whole way across. Amazeballs.
Then there was this:
It started out ok...then ended up with me reaching the top, unable to pull myself over, slamming my knees into the wall, and hanging on for dear life. But then it ended like this:
Random girls I don't even know seeing me struggling, climbing up the back of the wall, and literally HAULING MY ASS over the wall to save me thirty burpees. I would NOT have been able to do it without their help. I was THIS close to tears. Was it pain...well that was part of it, but mostly it was the comraderie that developed between complete strangers on that course. We did NOT want to see anyone fail.
An incomplete rope climb, 30 burpees, a failed javelin throw attempt, 30 more burpees, a leap over a gigantic (ok, itty bitty) fire:
and some Spartan elbowing later,
victory was ours!
And then free beer was ours!
So to sum up. A Spartan Race is definitely not for the faint of heart. But damn is it awesome. You will not regret it. To She Who Talked Me Into This Nonsense...THANK YOU! From the bottom of my heart, thank you for asking me to join you, for being an awesome partner. For letting me stand on your shoulder to lever myself over a wall, for keeping me accountable, for holding barbed wire out of the way so I wouldn't catch my ass on it, for laughing at me for getting electrocuted AGAIN.
Thank you. And we are SO doing this again next year. You can't get out of it now. Who's with us?