Written by: Tara S.
Four years ago a friend of mine invited me to do a Spartan Race with her.
At the time, I was only taking basic group classes but I said, “why not?!”. I got there and found myself face to face with people who looked like they never ate a cupcake and spent all their free time training so I got a little worried.
You see, I am by NO means an Elite racer. I am someone who used to weigh 271 pounds.
It used to be a struggle for me to even make it up the stairs without getting out of breath and on that day I was faced with 4 miles up and down a mountain and 25 tough obstacles. But from the moment I gave my first “AROO” I was hooked. I was testing my body and mind in ways I never thought possible and I was succeeding. I was carrying sand bags up hills, dragging tires and crawling under barbed wire and I was loving it! Yes I had trouble getting over the walls, and to be honest I still do, but I found that Spartans are always willing to help.
It took me over three hours to finish but in the end I jumped over the fire and received my medal.
It didn’t matter how long it took me or how many burpees I did…I finished!! I couldn’t wait to do another one and signed up immediately. As the years went on I did more and more races and every time I crossed a finish line I cried because I was so proud of what I had just accomplished. I may never finish in the top ten or even the top 1000 but I am out there leaving my heart on the course.
I am pushing myself and enjoying being a part of a community that welcomes people of all fitness levels. When I arrived in Tuxedo that day four years ago to run my first Spartan race I could have gotten right back in my car and left but I believed in myself and now have a full medal rack to remind me that I can do anything I put my mind to. I always tell people my medals may not be for winning but they mean I went out there and participated and that’s awesome!
I will probably never be able to call myself an Elite racer, but being able to call myself a racer feels pretty darn good!