Coach Stacy and her husband Adam post Spartan Military Race. The first weekend of May a group from our very own Summit Fit Dojo competed in the Spartan Sprint. This is my story. I came. I saw. I conquered. 4.5 miles of fire, dirt, icy water, tires and burpees ain’t got nothin’ on me. At least that’s what I told myself at the start line! Then the horn sounded and we were off! I didn’t make it over the first jump and landed in chest deep icy mud water. Not how I pictured starting the race. But I crawled my way up the muddy bank and kept going. I completed the first obstacle, made it through the second easily and came upon a giant set of monkey bars. I bravely climbed up, hitting my head on the way, took a deep breath and grabbed on. As I swung forward my hand slipped and I fell, hard, on my tailbone. The race referee yelled at me to move over and do my penalty burpees. Rest assured he got my best evil eye! I moved aside and after I made sure I just had a bruised ego and tailbone I figured I had two choices, keep going or quit. And let me tell you I almost quit. But I figured that would be embarrassing to explain to everyone so I trudged forward. And I am so glad I did. Things got easier from there on out. We ran a lot, hopped over walls, lifted concrete blocks, raced up and down hills with all kinds of weights, climbed cargo nets, flipped and dragged tires, got wet several more times and jumped through fire. As the race went on I felt stronger and stronger. I did better in the race than I ever imagined I would. As I leaped over fire to finish the race I was actually glad for my rough start. Nothing feels better than pushing yourself to the limit, only to find that there’s a lot more to give. The end is always sweeter if the journey is a struggle.