Last month, at the behest of my trainer, I signed up for the Spartan Race. I’m not quite sure what I was thinking when I invited my fittest clients (a sub-3:30 marathoner, Everest climbers and a personal trainer in the mix) to sign up for my team, but the possibility of being the weakest link has become my biggest motivating factor.
Yes, I’m strong like bull. I can squat my husband’s body weight, bench press my own, blah blah blah. But this isn’t the ‘strongest man’ competition. It’s an 8-mile, “woodsy” (think: hills) trail race with 20 obstacles sprinkled in. I’m already begging for mercy.
Although I’ve been looking for a way to step up my workouts, I may have bit off more than I can swallow. But don’t feel sorry for me – humble pie is delicious! (haha)