Top half: 2012
Bottom half: 2013

Lets see what Spartan 2014 brings
Everyone sees the twisted world in different ways, some with candy coated eyeglasses and others in the cold cruel truth. I look around and am always asking myself, "Who would do that, how was it done and why?" This is just where I can let it all out and hopefully answer some of those questions for myself and others who happen to stumble across my blog. Follow me as I try to unravel the events surrounding us in this convoluted world of hidden mysteries, because remember - We are all just mortal!

Last year I signed up for the
Spartan Race, and let’s just say that yes I finished, but I was pretty sure I
died about half way through the race and really my body was back on the course
somewhere. IDK what possessed me to sign up last year…oh wait, yes I do, my
crazy ass friends and a GROUPON for $45. But seriously last year, I am pretty
sure that I walked more of it than I ran and the 4 miles back in the trails…HORRIBLE!
I knew I was doing bad last year when the wave (or two) that started after me
passed my fat ass in the woods!
Well this year was going to
be different! Last year, waddling around the Spartan Race, when I “thought” I
was in shape made me realize just how outta shape I was! Thanks Bad Knee for
making me fat! LOL. So for my birthday last year, I signed up for Kickboxing
and going 2 a week turned into 3 times a week, turned into 5 times a week,
turned into 7 times a week (2 of them boot camp!) Let’s just say that JWKFA has
kicked my ass into shape and this year I was going to rock the race!
The race started…and we were
in the front of our wave…I was making GREAT time and keeping up with the big
boys, you know the ones I am talking about…the ones that take of their shirts
and your jaw HITS the floor as you wondering if they would mind if you just
licked their chest…just once…real quick?! I was actually passing them in the
running and they were helping to toss me over the walls. I smoked EVERY SINGLE
obstacle (except the stupid one at the end – put I did my 30 burpees, no
problem!).
But this caused the competitive
me to be completely and utterly depressed and disappointed in my time. I came in
a pathetic 1:48:07!! I truly believe that without the loss in the trails...would
have been around 1:35:00, but that is not what shows up right! What matters is
the time you get. I guess it was a lot better than last year, considering I
came in at 2:47:15. So really…I cut an HOUR off
that bitch! NICE![]() |
| Yup That is how cold I was!!! |
The race went up and down A1A and also around Huge Taylor
Park, which was really nice. But when we hit mile 4…I had to pee. I have never
had to pee in a race before and I am SO not a big fan of porter potty’s. They
are filthy and disgusting, so I figured I would just go ahead and hold it….and
I did…until I got to mile 8. That is right, I held it for 4 MILES, but I couldn’t
hold it any more and I started looking for a potty that I could just run into
really quickly and then run out, but for the next mile, EVERY single porter
potty I passed had a line outside of it. I think the cold made everyone have to
pee! It was horrible, so I am running along, making GREAT timing BTW and
finally just after mile 9 I see a free porter potty and I DIVE into it. I must
have taken the longest pee on record. I am squatting over the disease infested
hole, praying to god that nothing gross is living in there and hoping nothing
splashes back up onto my precious behind. As I squat I stare at my watch…and
watch the seconds…and then MINUTES tick by as I continue to pee. WTH right, who
pees that long? Apparently this girl! I peed for just over 2 minutes and all I
am thinking during that time, besides oh god I hope nothing gets on my ass, is
damn it dame it, I was making such good time! CRAP! How I am going to pick it
up and finish strong!