I did it! I survived the Spartan Race. Before the race, I envisioned myself (literally from being awake in the middle of the night thinking about it) that I would get to each obtacle and try and fail and then do a thousand burpees for punishment. Hubby kept saying to me not to worry and that I would be telling myself "that was no big deal" afterwards. Not so much because it was hard. But can I just say, I'm so proud of myself?! On two occasions, the monkey bars and "spider man wall", I started and finished on my own! With no help from hubby. Both times almost falling off but sticking to it with the mentality of I will make it through. What an awesome feeling! The times that I did need hubby's help were just as cool. We are a team and I loved having him by my side encouraging and supporting me.
{I'm in the purple about to step on hubby's shoulder}
That's my son going around the mud pit because he didn't want to get too dirty!
Roo is in the pink shorts and white shirt. Look at that face! The poor girl in front of her was fine.
Roo said her favorite part was walking through the mud.
When their races were over they camped out by the last few obstacles and waited for us. It was not awesome that when they finally saw us, they witnessed me throwing a spear like an absolute girl and then freak out and be a scaredy cat about jumping over the fire. But I redeemed myself rope climbing over the wall and then rolling through way too much mud under way too much barbed wire.
Woo Hoo is how I felt too!
Wow! What a great experience for you and your whole family. I would be proud of myself also! This is a memory you will all talk about for years. Way to go!
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