I did a thing.

A thing I almost didn’t do. A thing I didn’t know if I’d be able to complete. A thing that truly is one of my most proud moments of my life thus far. 

I completed a Spartan Super entirely On. My. Own. 

I did two Spartan Sprints in 2019 and I had someone with me every step of the way. Motivating me, helping me over some obstacles, literally dragging me along the course at times. So, I booked a Super thinking I would have that same support system for a race double the size with more and harder obstacles. But, that person is no longer my support system and the thought of doing this race alone quite literally petrified me. I didn’t know if I had it in me physically and I was 100% certain I didn’t have it in me mentally. I almost did not make it to the starting line. Thankfully I have a new support system now in some amazing friends who encouraged me and helped me see that I could do it on my own. 

So, I showed up at that starting line. And I took off by myself. 

It was hard. So freaking hard. And yes, I cried like a baby when I achieved that damn obstacle that I never in a million years thought I could do. 

But even though I did the race alone, I had people. I’m so thankful for the spartan community. The people who chatted with me as we walked along in agony. The woman who gave me a boost two separate times when my five foot basically nothing self didn’t stand a chance at getting over something way too high. The woman who stopped after completing the monkey bars and could have kept going but she stayed to talk me through my own fear of the obstacle. 

It was an absolutely amazing experience and I think I came out on the other side changed. I now know, truly, that I can do anything. I’m braver than I give myself credit for. I also know that there are some very kind souls out there and those are the people I will surround myself with. 

AROO 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻