In 2014 I decided to do my very first obstacle type race, and that was the Spartan Sprint which was a 4.5 mile course (smallest of the 3 available) with my son and younger brother for bragging rights on who was the better stronger man. For those of you that don’t know me, I’m a very competitive person when it comes to doing things with younger people that claim they can take on the old man.
Our ages were me at 38 1/2, my brother was 20 years old, and my son was 16 years old. I will say that I didn’t train as hard as I should of as I didn’t know how hard this race was gonna be and how hard it was gonna be on my body. But from the start it was pretty much me against my brother as my son got stuck in one of the first 3 mud dips which gave me and my brother a big head start.
Throughout the entire race, me and my brother will switch back and forth on taking the lead. I will say that I lead most of it, but there were moments that I was questioning whether or not I can even finish this race. I mean some of these obstacles were pretty tough and brutal to get thru and knowing that if I failed one, the penalty would be 25 burpees which I knew I was gonna struggle doing.
Right on the first obstacle, the javelin throw, both me and my brother missed the target, which we had to do 25 burpees and let me tell you, burpees take it all out of you. It was at that moment that I was wishing I trained harder for this race cause it was only the beginning.
Much of the race wasn’t that tough to get thru, I’m pretty much well rounded so anything physically demanding wasn’t too tough to get thru, except at the end. I had to climb a 40 foot rope and ring a bell which was not too tough to climb, except the top 5 feet. The whole rope had knots to climb it easy but the 5 feet under the bell had no knots. It was all grip and strength to hit that bell. I must of hung there for 2-3 minutes which felt like eternity knowing that I had a huge lead on my brother.
The fear of falling if I slipped trying to hoist myself to hit the bell with my hands full of mud was not fun. I looked down and all I can say to myself was “if I fall I hope I don’t land wrong and break my ankle”. And I look over and my brother comes around the corner and flies up the rope and hits the bell like it was nothing. He was now ahead of me. At one last attempt I reach hard and finally hit the bell, slide down, and we both go into the mud crawl under the barb wire.
My brother ahead of me, I gave it all I had but hanging on that rope for as long as I did pretty much drained any energy and strength I had left. So my brother with every crawl he crawled further and further away. I couldn’t catch up as my arms and legs will just give out after crawling for only a few seconds.
I see my little brother cross the finish line and darn, he beat me. I gave it all I had but I was gonna finish this race one way or another. So at the end there is a fire we have to jump over. Due to all the mud on us, jumping over the fire was not too hard or harmful cause you are over it in less than a second.
So that’s where this video comes in. It’s the very end of the race when I jump over the fire and start making my way to the 2 big guys with the huge Q-Tips. These guys are here to stop you one last time by hitting you with these giant Q-tips.
Earlier before the race I was yelling at these guys and I told them that when I cross I want them to hit me with everything they had. With a smile they said “You got it and I’ll see you soon”. So as you watch, they saw me as i signaled them to BRING IT AND BRING IT HARD. One of the guys wound up and let me tell you, he hit me so hard that I made a complete stop. Lol from that moment on all the way till I crossed the finish line, I wasn’t even breathing. lol He hit me so hard it took my breath away but I didn’t want anyone to know lol I recovered and got my medal.
Very proud of my accomplishment as many years before I had so many health issues with being 50lbs overweight and my knees hurting so much, just going up the stairs was a nightmare. And here I was, doing something I thought I would never do.
So if you’re reading this, never give up and always keep trying. Workout hard, and always remember you are what you eat. If your at crappy, you’ll feel crappy. I’m proof of that. My time was 1 hour 23 minutes, my brother was 1 hour 20 minutes, and my son was about 2 hours. Lol not bad for an old man.
I learned a lot from this race so I will be better prepared for any future ones to come. My next goal is to do the Spartan Sprint again but finish it in under 1 hour. Think I can do it at the age of 43? Please leave your comments below.
Thanks and please come back, 2019 will be a year to remember. Peace!!!