To do a Spartan Race you have to willing to not only run 10.2 miles, but do so while pausing to flip tractor tires back and forth, carry concrete posts by a chain up a hill, army crawl and barrel roll under barb wire for hundreds of yards, jump least 50 various hurdles… lets see… hoist a concrete ball up a pully and not let it fall back down, climb 20 ft cargo nets and 8 ft walls (repeatedly), pass balance courses, a monkey bar course, wade through mud, run up bluffs, run with a 30lb sandbag, and otherwise just run. In torrential rain, a little bonus.
To finish, you had to complete a rope climb from out of a mudhole, ring the bell, then charge through an avenue of angry gladiators.
None of them wanted a piece of my Mother-in-law.
One thing I forgot to mention is that every failed obstacle is punishable by 30 burpees. They add up.
I tried to help Ashley to the top, I really did.
I helped her count, too. I hung with her for 2 miles but let her go. Then I found her doing burpees at the end, having missed the spear throw. We crossed the finish together after all, at a very strong 2:24. Ashley was probably in the top %3 of females but they had mistakenly listed her as a man on the chip. We came in #106 and 107 out of 1126 men.
Ysa actually won the youth race for girls, and finished second overall. Go family.
We didn’t know this guy below, but he was pretty awesome.
We’re hooked on the Spartan Race. I wondered why people paid money to do this to themselves, I guess it’s for the glory of being a Spartan.