Overcoming Fears

This past Saturday, in the freezing 44* weather, my family and I competed in the Reebok Carolina Spartan Sprint at the US National Whitewater Center in Charlotte, NC.  If you are not familiar with the Spartan Race series, then go check it out here. We ran the sprint distance, which is a minimum of 3 miles and 15 obstacles for each event. Our race was 4.5 miles and minimum of 18 obstacles (I cannot remember all of them for an accurate count).

 Whether it was your first race or your 50th,  you had fears going into the race, even if it was never said aloud. It may have been the temperature, the potential of swimming in an ice bath, or a specific obstacle one had seen or heard about. 

Mine? Mine was the monkey bars. I could handle the cold, the mud, and the potential ice cold water, but those monkey bars haunted me. You are probably thinking, "really, girl?" but you gotta remember one thing. MUD. 

(And North Carolina doesn't just have mud. We have red clay, which is worse.)

You are coated in it. The thousands of people before you are coated in it. The bars are coated in it. 

Oh those monkey bars. I remember them so well from last years race in New Hampshire. I couldn't even make it to the second bar. Sad, I know. 

Well this year, upon arrival, we were able to watch the earlier heats attempt the monkey bars while we parked. 

This. This right here, scared me even more. These Spartans are CAKED in mud. 

I stood watching these Spartans attempt the monkey bars for a good 5 minutes. I saw ONE person make it across, and he was as clean as a whistle. It didn't make sense. However, the kind parking attendant gave me piece of advice I never once forgot, "the trick is to clean your hands with pine straw." 

After a few more minutes watching, we made our way to check-in to prepare for the race. 

Bro and JS getting marked with their bib numbers

Post marking

Securing timing chips and bib numbers, and layering on more clothes

We then proceed to check our bags, warm-up, and stretch for the start of the race. 

I think we stayed dry for close to a mile, or whenever our second obstacle started. We had to climb into a muddy bath with barbed wire above it. It was all down here from there.  When I stated ice bath earlier it was a figurative term, but the water was as cold as an ice bath because we were climbing in rivers. Warning: water in March has NOT had the time to warm up.

A few obstacles later, we were lucky enough to have my Sis and one of her best friends, Ace, cheering us on and taking pictures of our race.

Climbing mounds of mud and sliding into moats of  cold water

Bro and I

Mom and Dad

Mom and I climbing under barbed wire

 After the barbed wire crawl, we ended up back in the woods for a little bit. I kept waiting for the monkey bars to appear, I knew they were close. In the parking lot, I had every intention of skipping the monkey bars and completing the 30 burpees one must due when they fail an obstacle. But, I am not one to give up. It took 2 miles of running, and a lot of courage, but I finally talked myself into attempting the obstacle. 

Then, there they appeared. 

I waited patiently, and scoped out my track to follow. I looked to the left and saw that EVERYONE had attempted the monkey bars over there, so I opted for the right side, the cleaner side. 

I cleaned my hands the best I could.

I watched my dad complete the monkey bars.

I watched more people fail the monkey bars. 

I jumped on the starting block and wiped my hands on my legs to grab the bars. 

'WAIT. Whoopies, more mud on my hand.' 

I jumped back down, cleaned my hands. Again.

I jumped back into position. 

I remembered what my dad told me last year, and again this year. "Two hands, one bar." 

Pretty much, don't swing like a monkey.

I swung onto the first bar. 

Swung to the second bar. 

'Phew, already farther than last year.' 

I started repeating my running mantra, over and over again, 

'Dig deeper. Push through. You got this.'

I added, 'Be patient. Take your time.'

If I rushed, I was doomed. 

If I took to long, I was doomed. 

Now, I am a mere two bars away from the finish. 

Everyone is cheering me on.

'Wait. I can do this'

Next thing I knew, someone was encroaching on my monkey bars. 

I hear and feel him getting closer. 

I could hear spectators and other Spartans, talking about it.

I stopped moving.

He was one bar behind. 

What now?
Now, you have to watch the video to see what happened...

I was so nervous when I heard him closing in on me. Everyone around was nervous for me. 

I turned around and told him, "I am not moving for you." He understood and waited patiently. 

Because he jumped the gun, and I wouldn't move quicker for him, he fell. I felt bad for half a second, but who cares...

I DID IT! 

I was the SECOND female ALL day to complete the monkey bars.

I was high on life the rest of the race. I was ecstatic with myself. And to think, I almost skipped it all together. Boy am I glad I didn't. 

We quickly moved on. Back into the woods and more obstacles. 

Bro, aka Thor, crushing the rope climbing

By the time we reached our last stretch of obstacles, my arms were dog gone tired. I ended up doing ninety burpees. It was one set more than last year, but I was okay with it. 

I faced my fear, and I smashed it into the ground. After that, nothing else mattered, other than the finish line. 

We began as a team. We competed as a team.

We helped each other through the mud and ice cold water.

We helped each other over 8 foot walls.

We helped each other pulling cinder blocks up hills and lifting them off the ground.

We cheered each other on when that was all we could do. 

We finished as a team.

We became Spartans as a team. We became Spartans as a family. 

Team 'It's a Family Affair'

Do you have it in you?

  

Running Mantra

A few weeks ago I started running again and I am complete addicted! No lies. 

I cannot get home quick enough to start my run, and once I am done, I am ready to go back out.  It is kind of ridiculous. 

At first, I was naturally slow and I wasn't happy about it. I have never in my life run a mile with a 10 minute pace. So, rather than dwelling on it, I took action. I gave myself a few weeks with a 10+ minute pace over 3 miles to get back in the swing of things. I was afraid that if I pushed too hard, too early, I would hate my decision to start running again. 

Running view on a  cold, rainy day

This week, two weeks later, I decided it was time to start pushing myself. I was well versed, my body was acclimated, and I had no reason to lollygag anymore. 

I decided that I would push myself  hard for one mile. I needed to prove to myself that I could still run a mile in under 9 minutes, which to me is still too slow, and I did. I shaved almost 2 minutes off of my average pace. I finished in 8:41. However, I knew one mile was't going to be my issue. I was worried that if I continued to run 3+ miles that I would maintain my 10+ minute pace. Gag. 

Run put me on my behind. 

Yesterday, I set out on my run, relaxed, and no intentions of breaking records. When I finished my first I heard 9:30 flat. I was thrilled, but again, I firmly believed I would slow down. I quickly pushed those thoughts to the side. I mentally did not want to say, "hey, it is okay to walk," or "hey, it is okay to slow down." Instead, I repeated my new running mantra in my head:

"Push through. Dig deeper. You got this." 

I was not trying to push my body past exhaustion, but I did want my mind to finally match what I knew my body was capable of. When needed, I slowed down, but after a few paces I repeated my mantra and picked my pace back up. Doing so I finished a 5k in 29:54 or 9:40 a mile. I was ecstatic. 

I still have a long way to go. But I know my running mantra will help me mentally push through to my goal and during other events, like my Spartan Race tomorrow. 

New England Spartan Sprint 2012

At the finish line with my dad by my side

What is your mantra when working out?

Change the Limits

If I had to describe 2012 in one word it would be:

Change

My life changed in many ways. I took control of my life again. My relationship status changed. My job title changed, twice: unemployed -event coordinator-account executive. My temporary location changed: no fewer than 65 times. Friendships changed; I gained so many and lost a few as well. My overall outlook on life changed.

While this past year was full of change, my passions and life goals remained the same. These changes have assisted me in getting back on the right track to accomplish these goals and further explore my passions. However, I do not want to lose the progress I have made in re-establishing myself. So, I took advice from a college friend over at, Southern Hospitality, and decided to pre-establish a word for 2013.

Limits

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I am a believer that to grow personally one must push their limits, to remove themselves from their comfort zones. This girl will no longer settle. Okay, when completely necessary I will have to, but my goal is to push my limits even in the slightest.

See, growing up I wanted to live in NYC after college. Then after visiting Australia, I wanted to move out of the country. Well, after college, I was settling in my comfort zone and wanted to move to Charlotte, NC.
(The foreshadowing moment for my 2013 choice word.)

But something wasn't right inside of me. That is when I received the job offer that would forever change my life. The first big change of 2012.  This job offer is what has led me to this very moment, this realization, this personal growth.

See this temporary job led me to my full-time job, where I planned to work out of the Connecticut office. However, I would eventually settle, again, on the thought of calling Charlotte home. While this was never the plan, it just made sense. I would eventually be back on the road and moving up North did not make sense.
(Please, do not get me wrong, I love my job and I LOVE the traveling! But paying rent up north, while rarely living there...NOT smart.)

So to push my limits, I decided to live with my sister, whom I love dearly, but you see, my sister and I have not always gotten along. I mean, what siblings do? See, when we are with our family we fight like cats and dogs. It ain't always pretty.

However, her roommate had recently moved out and I needed a place to live in Charlotte, it was the best option at the time. AND IT WORKS! While we have our little tiffs here and there, we get along 95% of the time (knock on wood!).

I plan to really push my limits this year, but I will have to settle at times, like living in Charlotte. But by settling, I plan to find a small way to push the limits.

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So, over the next year, I invite you to share my adventure of following my dreams, pursuing my passions, and pushing my limits.