Remember that I promised you that my next adventure was going to be a BIG one? Even describing it as “physical suicide”?
True to my word, My poor body has been put through the wringer yet again and pushed into the latest intensely savage Spartan Beast race held in Sharjah, UAE.
My previous Spartan race was the ‘Sprint’ level which was approx 6km – this time I went a little crazy and supersized to the challenge of the ‘Beast’, more than triple the distance of the Sprint. In all honesty my fitness level was questionable whether I would be able to complete such a momentous physical challenge without exhaustion or injury. Signing up was maybe ambitious or possibly just plain stupid, either way I’ll blame peer pressure for this one.
After some bullying I found myself signed up for a 20+ km race involving 30+ obstacles in the unforgiving rolling sand dunes and craggy mountain heights deep in the Sharjah desert. Ahh jeez.
‘What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger’ – This is my moto in life and quite fitting for an event such as this. Both myself and Sarah agreed our moto for this would be ‘Complete, not compete’, although it’s a race we aren’t there for perfect times or to beat anyone – we were taking part for our own personal achievement to complete the course and survive it.
Together with 4 other slightly insane team members we kept each other motivated through the build up of training and preparations, even going so far as to have team t-shirts printed. Who doesn’t love a naughty novelty t-shirt?
Through the course there are some intense moments that really test every ounce of your physical strength and mental determination. Weighed down with sand bags whilst climbing almost vertical sand dunes drains every ounce of energy and sends your quads into cramps. At times you want to just say “F*ck it” and give up. But you don’t because you are a Spartan, you have come too far to give up now. You shake it off, regain your focus and keep on going.
Through the 5 hours on the course I swore like a trooper, sweated a bucket load, drank 4-5 litres of water, 4 energy pouches, dislodged a toenail, flared up a knee injury, got sand everywhere and experienced every kind of muscle pain possible. But you know what, it was worth every single second. Through every moment I thought I was almost defeated my tired legs just kept on moving and my brain stayed on course for the end goal and I kept powering through.
Previous to the event I doubted my own fitness and mental strength whether I could complete it or not so crossing that finishing line and collecting the medal made it all sooooooo worth every bit of effort. It might have taken 5 hours and 16 minutes but the high of knowing that I’m stronger than I gave myself credit for is an amazing, powerful feeling. Not bad for a Mum huh 😉
The all important fire jump picture! Could I be anymore girly?!
What I can’t put into words, you can watch on this video and get a feel for the race without my rambling. So get yourself a cuppa, settle down and experience a Beast race without even having to break a sweat.
Hopefully you enjoy the video, let me know what you think!