Picking up from last time –
The Sprint at night was so chill. Everything was easier.
Once we made it to the scary log area (where the girl had fallen earlier), the volunteer said we could try them if we wanted, or it was 5 burpees. Only 5, baby. The Sprint was basically like a vacation after the 25 miles and crazy obstacles of the first 2 races.
As we chilled along in the practically empty Sprint, we came up to a tall wall (I forget if it was the 7 or 10 foot) and made our way over it. Only after we got past it, did we realize there was only a green and blue flag on it – not a red one.
(The green signified Beast obstacles, blue signified Super, and red signified Sprint.) Then we patted ourselves on the back nicely, and said, “that’s a great bonus” – which made us feel better about the things we got to go easy on (the 5 burpees at the logs, etc.).
One thing that was interesting to me about this race was the difference between how well I did on certain obstacles in Temecula (CA) vs. Cumberland (OH). Also, there was even a difference between how well I did things on the Beast vs. Super vs. Sprint all in the same day.
In Temecula, I totally killed it on the obstacle where you used a rope to help you walk up a slanted wall. In Ohio, I almost made it, and yet, ended up burpeeing out (in all 3 races!). I still tried to be smart and remember “it’s only simple physics. Use your brain!” And yet, I just couldn’t get it together.
In Temecula, I could not do the Hercules Hoist by myself. In Ohio, I did it all by myself on the Beast and the Sprint. In the Super, I got it most of the way and a volunteer helped me the last bit.
She even said, “I thought you were gonna have it without me.” And I think in that race it was a little mind over matter. I obviously was strong enough to do it (as I did it two other times). I don’t know if I stressed myself out on the Super or felt more tired by that point, since I was trying to go a little faster in that race, or what.
But to be strong enough to do it, weak enough to need help, then strong enough to do it later in the same day was a bit weird.
I definitely did, in general, feel the struggle as the race went on. I was still able to do things. But even shorter walls got harder and my muscles just got tired of hoisting myself over stuff.
But even if I was tired, I was tired and stoked. So stoked. As you know, making it to the Sprint was the toughest part of the day. So those last 5.5 miles were basically just a celebration. (*dances*)
And this is where I’ll pick up next time.