We Came, We Saw, We Spartaned


At work, we partnered with Spartan to create a training program to prepare runners to tackle the obstacles in these crazy races. (This post is not at all sponsored by Daily Burn or Spartan.)

So naturally, someone at work decided we should run one of these races, too. And you know me, I can’t turn down a race, so I plunked down a big hunk of cash (these things are not cheap) and then kind of forgot about it. I wish I could say I followed our program, but in full disclosure, I totally didn’t. 

The race totally snuck up on me and all of a sudden, it was race day. And it was pouring. SWEET. One girl on the team ended up deferring until june, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look at that option, too, but everyone else was running, so I was NOT about to bail. 

Wtf do you wear in that kind of weather, though? I ended up wearing some knee high compression socks over running tights, and a windbreaker over a long-sleeve, and hoped for the best. I braided my hair to attempt to avoid any snarls in thick, wet hair. 

We got there, and I saw one of the final obstacles, monkey bars, and freaked out a bit. I cant monkey bar, much less in the rain, my brain screamed! What am I doing?

Since I’d hauled ass out to Citi Field, though, I was going to do the damn thing.

I signed what felt like a million waivers, including one that said there was a very real risk of death or serious injury. No, but, really, WTF?!

One of the guys on the team said he had a tradition of having a beer before every one of these races. He’d done four or five and gotten through them, so I took his advice and chugged a Bud Lite, and before I knew it, it was time to start. Side note: our start time was 2:30. I can get behind that kind of start time, especially since we were definitely NOT running in the sun.

Spartan Citi Field

And THIS mesh wall was one of our first obstacles. I climbed about two feet up and freaked out, and again went to that negative space — WHAT AM I DOING HERE? How am I going to get through the rest of this race if I can’t do this one?

If you can’t/don’t do an obstacle, you have to do burpees. It’s a good thing I’m that sicko that actually likes burpees, because I did quite a few during this race, including for this obstacle.

After this obstacle, I vowed to take each obstacle as they came and not automatically go to that negative place. There were a total of 20 obstacles, including a spear throw (yes, really), multiple walls to climb/jump over, a rope to climb, a sandbag to lift with a rope, a sandbag to carry up the stairs…

And oh, the stairs. Since this was at a stadium, we climbed no less than one gazillion stairs, and my quads and calves are still feeling it! We ran the stairs in the seats; we ran the stairs between levels; we ran the concourses. I tried to run as hard and strong as I could when we were actually running, since that was my only real strength here.

Spartan Race Citi Field 

These look relatively unassuming, no? LIES. These were actually the medium height ones; there were some shorter, some taller. The taller ones I freaked out about the first time, and then accepted help from a kind coworker who literally let me climb him. Once I got over one of those with his assistance, I felt so much more empowered and ready to take on (literally) whatever obstacles came in my way. Right after I got over that one, there was a series of shorter walls to jump over that was SO MUCH FUN. 

My watch stopped working at some point, and I didn’t really have a sense of how long things were taking us, or how many obstacles we had left to go, until we got to the hand-release push-ups inside the stadium, and we were told we only had two obstacles left!

Bring. It. On. For those last two obstacles, we ran in the dirt on the field, and although I’m not a Mets fan (I’m a glutton for punishment in other ways…), it was pretty freaking cool to run on the field!

Spartan Race Citi Field

(Yeah, sort of into it.)

Citi Field Spartan

We came, we saw, we Spartan-ed. We finished in 1:19, which I have no idea if that’s good or bad, but hey.

And “I could never do one of those crazy obstacle course races without hurting myself” is a lie to myself I totally busted. I walked away with a few bruises and some soreness, but otherwise totally survived this race, in the rain, even!

Total shameless plug that you can try our Daily Burn Spartan program (or any of our other programs!) for 30 days free here.

Have you ever/would ever do a Spartan Race or another obstacle course race?


When In Doubt, Dance It Out

Hello, my name is Theodora, and I am the worst dancer in the world.

Hello, my name is Theodora, and I also don’t mind embarrassing myself a little bit on the internetz.

I truly will try almost any fitness class, and I got talked into trying a Britney Spears “Crazy” dance class last night at Broadway Bodies. I do not, for the record, have a Broadway body.

Video, in case you would like a lil memory jog.

And a memory jog of the last time I tried a dancing class.

I walked in and immediately high-tailed it to the back row so I could hide. The instructor broke down the choreography into two distinction sections, and within each section, she’d teach us about 8 counts at a time, before we put it all together. Every dance class is the same for me: I start out feeling really self-conscious, and then at some point say “oh screw it” to myself, and just have fun.

Every once in a while, the instructor would yell “FTC!” (F* the Choreo!) and remind us it didn’t matter if we actually nailed the choreography, to just have fun with it. I took that perhaps a bit too liberally.

Notes on the outfit, gifted to me by Lululemon: the bra I was wearing, Enlite, is their newest bra, that they put a ton of R&D into to create some magical super supportive bra. As a 36D (although they put me in a 38D for this one after measuring me), I’m weird in that I don’t like super supportive bras because I feel too confined. I won’t lie, this one is a whole lotta bra (it’s almost like a crop top), but it really doesn’t feel like it’s choking me.

The pants are the Tight Stuff tights, which, yup, truth in advertising, are super compressive, but also incredibly flattering. Guys, I have not lost any weight but a few people at work asked me when I was wearing them. NOPE, just Lulu, guys. As someone who carries some extra weight around her midsection no matter what size she is, I have a hard time finding cute, flattering tops, but I LOVED the Double Time tank I found.

Verdict? 10/10, would dance again.

Do you love or hate dance classes?!