Spartan Races Galore in Thailand — 2020!

I’m sitting in front of an executive at one of the biggest banks in Thailand and abruptly he says, “registration opens tomorrow!” It was a random comment at the time since we had been discussing the ever-so-annoying-coronavirus, but I shifted my attention to him and said: “huh?”

He said, “Spartan Race Thailand!”

I was in disbelief. I was in awe. I didn’t know what to say. Should I ask him where? How? When? What? Who said? What’s happening? I told him, “get the hell outa here! Show me!” He quickly went to his phone and there it was, three spectacularly magnificent dates of the race here in Thailand this year.

After going on a one year hiatus after the Spartan Trifecta in Hua Hin, people rambled about it having poor reviews, complaints, etc. I thought it was perfectly placed, but the mountains and going through 13km of hills was a daunting task for my joints.

2019 it was crickets. I had already opted out of races for the subsequent year because that 2018 ripped the soul out of me. I just felt, “man, f*** that! That was just soul-crushing. I damn near died!” Not only me, but another massive trainer (bodybuilder) by the name of Vishal, who works at the lab, was found by me….crouching over, eyes red beyond comprehension and gasping for life during the bucket carry towards the end of the Spartan Beast. However, that was a resurgence and gave me a ton of energy to finish because I said, “wow, I’m not in this condition and have about 25% of the muscle!”

I finished, stopped doing Spartan Races, then flirted with the potential of doing one in Vietnam this year (as a matter of fact, tomorrow).

I said, “man, I just don’t have it in me. I just don’t wanna do it. What are you trying to prove, Arsenio?”

Until I saw dates at Chiang Mai (not interested), but the ultra-gorgeous Krabi (beach camp) and a forest camp in GORGEOUS Songkhla!

I HAD TO!

Next Vacation & Spartan Race: Taiwan!

You read it correctly. Your main man, who goes by the name of Arsenio Buck, is reentering Spartan after a bit of a hiatus.

When I was trekking through the foothills in Hua Hin, sucking in dust particles like it was oxygen, I told myself: “man, FUCK THIS!” I said I would never do it again. However, after listening to my body and feeling how strong I’ve become, my body is craving that immense pain once again!

I made an oath to myself at the beginning of the year that I was going to take a year off from Spartan races because the Beast in Hua Hin last year was just so unbelievably demoralizing. However, after sorting out my visa situation here in Thailand, micro trips to Malaysia and Singapore are NO MORE!

I can’t let just a few assholes at Immigration in Hong Kong determine the outcome of me traveling everywhere. Yes, Taiwan will be another very difficult country I need to acclimate with, but because I will be be the “not-so-thumb-sticking-out,” that means I won’t have a problem recording and documenting my stories. Will the Spartan Super go as planned? I have no idea. I will need to adapt very quickly and once I land in Taoyuan International Airport, I’ll know what I’m up against.

Spartan Super: Chon Buri, Thailand – The Good, The Ridiculous, The “Come On, Man”

The Race – A Debacle of Astronomical Proportions

This is a very infuriating situation that was BECAUSE OF ME.  I couldn’t believe out FAT and out-of-shape I was for this race.  Did I feel fat? Well, the extra fat on my stomach is absolutely noticeable.  However, I think a lot of it had to do with the people I ran with.

The situation was much worse  this time because it was just a walk-a-thon.  In the first four KM, I wanted to quit.  I’ve never felt that before in my life.  I think 60% of it was because I kept looking back and never got into a rhythm in terms of running.  Two, I honestly have done only a few classes at my gym in one month.  That’s a recipe for disaster.  Normally I do two classes a week, but three classes are better.  I didn’t have anywhere near the amount of strength I had in the past.

This was a very sad reality.

When you’re able to Face What Isn’t Working, you’re able to think clearly about situations.  A day after the race, I’ve cleaned up everything.  Yes, I had that sugar craving and wanted my gummy bears, but I didn’t because I have a nasty image of what I’m becoming engraved into my head, and that’s the most terrifying part about all of it.  So, I just keep asking myself, “if I buy those bags of candy, I won’t be proving a god damn thing to myself.”

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