I attempted the Spartan Sprint in Singapore on the 7th of May, 2016. My friends thought I wouldn't survive it. "You look like you'll keel over and die before you even hit the halfway mark. You sure you wanna do it?" they asked. They weren't being dicks about it. It was a serious concern. I was the weakest link in the group who got winded during the warm up stage of the pre-race training. Even I thought it was a crazy idea.
But I've paid for the damned tickets already, and like every homegrown, penny counting, Singaporean, I decided to go ahead cause... well, I've paid. That's a good reason as any I suppose. Whatever that kicks my ass out of bed to do the "impossible".
I completed Spartan Sprint and with a fair amount of pride. Still high on the adrenaline and a beer fueled night, I made a crazy commitment - I bought myself a ticket to the next available race - Spartan Beast in KL. I had 5 months to get ready from Sprint to Beast.
This time, I was going solo. The seasoned racers thought I had gone off my rockers. Friends were making side bets that I'm going to cook up some excuse and back out at the last minute. Even my calf muscles are screaming out in defiance from just the thought of traversing 30 obstacles over 21 kilometers against the most unforgiving undulating terrain. "This isn't Singapore," they reminded me.
Well, shit just got real cause... well, I've paid for it.
Maybe I might make it over the fire pit, maybe I won't. Maybe I might have to be heli-evac'd out of the Putrajaya forest. There's only one way to find out. At some point, this race is no longer about physical fitness. It's about discipline. It's about resilience. It's about pure grit and having the godamn cojones to face the impossible.
For as long as I'm drawing breath, I'm going to put one foot in front of the other and keep right on a-moving.
Aroo! Aroo! Aroo!