I never wrote about that last Spartan Race I did, so I will do that now.
I knew I would have a rough time due to all I’ve been through this year with my physical setbacks, but I did even worse than I imagined. I wanted to quit before I even reached the first mile. I felt so out of shape, nothing like I’ve ever felt before during a race. The worst shape I have ever been in for a race. Mischa wouldn’t let me quit and offered to go at my pace, which was slow. I felt really awful about myself and just made the best of it. We still had fun, but I allowed myself to take it easy. I decided not to register for any more races until my body is acting normal again.