It really wasn't all that bad. Now, don't get me wrong, it was by no means a walk in the park, but not nearly as bad at I was expecting or prepared in my mind.
Normally I go to races on my own. With 3 very active kids, its hard to pack everybody up and bring them with me or someone has to stay and be chauffer to their activities.
My husband was not having it this time. It was a big race and he wanted to be there. I'm really glad he made the trip with me. We headed out after work on Friday, since it was only a 3 1/2 hour drive from Atlanta to Columbia, SC where our hotel was.
Saturday morning I woke up without my alarm clock and was ready for the day.
I debated back and forth about what to wear, and I had packed everything, but finally settled on compression shorts, with compression socks, tank top and arm sleeves. I layered sweatpants and a sweatshirt on top since it was 30 degrees outside.
I had been to this venue, Carolina Adventure World earlier this summer to run the Superhero Scramble so it was easy find and we knew exactly where we were going.
The hubby has never been to a Spartan Race, so the atmosphere was new to him. He kept commenting how organized everything was, how helpful the volunteers were, that the spectator area was set up well. Spartan Race knows what they are doing and puts on the best event.
It was a very chilly 34 degrees at the start of the race and didn't warm up much by my 9:00 wave. I finally met up with some of my teammates from Georgia Obstacle Racers and Mud Runners (GORMR) in the starting corral. It was nice to see some familiar faces in the sea of runners out there. Normally I like the start at the front or as close to the front as possible. I am usually competitive when I run so I like to get out front and quick. Today was a little different. I wasn't out there to win the race or even to finish in a certain time. My goal was to finish. Period. This race was the longest and most challenging race I had done to date and all I needed to prove was that I can do this. So I started in the middle of the pack with my team.
Within the first quarter mile, in true Spartan fashion, we were jumping into chest-deep cold muddy water. That first jump into the first trench took my breath. It was so cold. But I kept climbing out and jumped right into another cold, muddy pit.
I caught up with a teammate, JD about a half mile after the first obstacle. We had raced together before and I knew that he ran about my same pace so we hung together making small talk, anything to take my mind off being cold. After a few miles we had caught up with another teammate, Josh. The 3 of us stayed together the entire race.
We pushed each other when one was getting tired or wanted to slow down. We took turns setting the pace and leading the way. We helped one another over and through the obstacles. We were each others cheerleaders as we faced daunting tasks. I'm so glad we found each other out on the course. It made the race much more bearable knowing you had someone pushing and cheering for you all the way.
I did my fair share of burpees, the lovely penalty for failing an obstacle. Josh called me the Burpee Queen. My race total came to....120. I fell off the Traverse Wall. (I've been hit or miss with the Traverse Wall, but today it was so wet and slippery, I just couldn't hang on). I missed the Spear Throw. Go figure. I fell off the Monkey Bars. (I've been pretty good at the monkey bars in the past, but I think because my hands were so cold, I had a hard time keeping my grip.) I fell off the Tyrolean Traverse. (I was nervous going into the race about this obstacle. I've never done it before and didn't really have any idea about ways to cross. I gave it my best shot and will do better next time. You live and learn)
Though the day was not hot...at all, I tried to keep drinking and stay hydrated. I chose not carry my own water in a Camelbak. I carried nutrition of Gu's and Sport Beans in my SPI Belt. Though I felt hydrated and well nourished, my legs started to cramp towards the end of the race. We would have a water crossing and my calves locked up from the cold and I was barely able to move. The uphill climbs were rough to say the least.
My Garmin beeped 12 miles and I was exhausted. I was really struggling and my teammates were having a hard time too. We came up a hill and then out of the woods and I could hear Eddie calling my name cheering for me. I was so happy to see him. I yelled out "how much further." He called back, "about 5 more miles." I flipped him off at that point not really knowing if he was serious or not. But as we got closer to him he told us it was only about another mile to the finish line. That was the best thing I had heard all day. I got a second wind and cramps or no cramps we all started running. Towards the finish line.
But before we could cross that finish line we had a gauntlet of obstacles to complete first.
The never ending up hill barbwire crawl.
Cargo Net Crossing
Under a wall and through the mud
Slippery Wall
Fire Jump
And the Gladiators
And after all that, 13+ miles, 30+ obstacles, I crossed the finish line a Spartan Beast. I earned that bright green medal. I knew that I did my best and I conquered my goal. I've never been happier of a race.
Not only did I finish my Beast, but I also earned my Trifecta. I completed one race at each of the Spartan Races distances. I ran the Georgia Spartan Sprint back in March, I finished the Mid-Atlantic Super in August and now the Beast.
I did it y'all!!!





















