If you have never been part of a mud race, you may find the idea of running around covered in cold, wet, slimy and  smelly mud not appealing at all. And I would agree with you, because to me, those are two of the things I hate the most all bundled together. I mean, why would you run in the first place? who is chasing you? And if that isn't bad enough, why would you even do it covered in mud?

Stop being weird America!

No, but seriously, let me tell you how I really feel...You see, anything cardio-related is definitely not my jam. I am a fit person, strong as a bull, but boy! do I hate running.With a passion. That's why I found it was "interesting" (read "terrible") when three years ago, my then boyfriend (who became my fiancé at the end of the race, by proposing to me while we jumped over fire, because there was no chance of me saying no while trying to keep my buns from roasting) asked me to go with him to a Spartan race in Temecula. I said yes, because you know, love makes you do really stupid things and because I had nothing else to do, so...My plan was to be bored to death looking at my phone for about 3 hours while I waited for him to be done.

Once we got to the race some girls from the gym got really excited to see me there and  started asking if I was going to run with them.  I politely declined that terrible suggestion  but they didn't seem to understand my Colombian English. Two minutes later I was wearing Susan's pants, Angela's Bra, Georgie's shirt and without knowing how, there I was... all decked out  to run. Braided hair and everything. I was only missing a pair of shoes because all I had on me was my brand new converse. The ones without shoe laces. Maybe I was safe after all! And just as I started to smile, Out of nowhere, like it was a miracle (Or what at the moment looked like a bad joke from the universe) a pair of clean, still warm, gently used tennis shoes size 8 were left behind by some unknown girl right next to me. So there you have it. I was running a race for which I didn't train, in stolen shoes.  (Karma got me... just today I realize I lost my new pair of Nike)

Shout out to Susan's bra for the support, Georgie for the shirt that honorably died in battle, Angela for the leggins and the unknown hero for the shoes she graciously "donated" to the cause..

Shout out to Susan's bra for the support, Georgie for the shirt that honorably died in battle, Angela for the leggins and the unknown hero for the shoes she graciously "donated" to the cause..

Well, if you want a non-biased opinion of what to expect at a mud race, I am your best choice. I am not a runner, nor do not enjoy cardio and also, I'm not that much into people as I am a true introvert. Cats on the other hand...

My verdict after going through that race? #Hooked  #Spartan  #Aroo #More #SignMeUp . Now, don't get me wrong, I still hated the running part because I really suck at it. I got to see grandma pass me by, wearing a shirt that read in the back "See ya !" That was definitely not the most encouraging feeling in the world. But even with all the pain I felt in my lungs (and deep in my soul) I absolutely loved the whole experience. After each obstacle there was a little bit of running in between.Okay, a lot. I walked some parts, I sprinted some parts, I did crawled at some point, but every time someone passed me by, I could hear them say "You are doing great" "Almost There" "You've got this, girl!".  All this people I didn't know gave me the confidence to know I was not gonna die. If they believed I could do it, why wouldn't I believe it myself? I needed to change gears and start pushing, knowing I was going to finish, because I could.

The obstacles were the easy part for me. I have a lot of upper body strength and I'm a good climber. I love lifting heavy stuff and playing around in the monkey bars. So at that point, that's where I could help other people succeed where they were struggling.I helped them pull, I cheered on them because I also knew that they had it in them.

It's all about the people that run next to you.

It's all about the people that run next to you.

I finally understood the whole underlying purpose of the Spartan Race: It's not about the act of running, or the physical effort required to go through the obstacles. It's about overcoming YOUR OWN mental obstacles. It's about trust, community, confidence.

Now, as much as I still hate running, I know I can do it. I want to do it, just because I can!

 

 

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