Yes, indeed! I’ll be making landfall back in my ‘second home’ of a country called Australia this upcoming February to kick-off the 2018 Spartan festivities – beginning with a Hurricane Heat.
What the hell is a Hurricane Heat?
Something tells me that this is going to be the competition of a lifetime. No “gorilla” hills like Melbourne’s Tough Mudder back in 2015. No desert terrain from last April’s Half Tough Mudder, and no “gateway to heaven” signs like the one’s imposed on Bali’s course.
This is going to be a log carrying, sandbag dragging, tire pushing hell. I love the fact that I continue to test my body and push it beyond it’s limits. I guess this is just the sheer beauty of working out; and if you got an unbelievable sickening work ethic topped with discipline, why not? You have one life.
Ultra Beast, 12HH, agoge and death race are probably out of the question. I’m not climbing 100 meter high ice blocks and running on frigid ice. I won’t be going up and down the Great Wall of China anytime soon…..but an Ultra Beast could possibly be in the discussion come 2019. However, let’s just get back to the agoge.
“Arsenio, did you say the “Great Wall of China?”
I can’t imagine operating 60 hours without any sleep like this. Some of the participants weren’t even given medals, and that’s got to hurt the most. I think these types of races are for people that are looking to relinquish any demons from the past. Tough Mudder was the first one that got me into the game. Tough Mudder propelled me past a very ugly first two years in Thailand. The next races that followed Tough Mudder, to Spartan, to me doing unbelievable classes that push my body to the limit every Monday and Thursday…..this is what life is all about.