It was bad enough having to endure all the Montauk bike riders with their self-congratulatory backslapping but then this comes across my Facebook feed from a high school friend.
“After 60 hours of torture I finished. This race truly is about nothing more than never ever giving up.”
The Death Race:
There are millions of running races, thousands of marathons, hundreds of triathlons and dozens of ultramarathons but there is only one Spartan Death Race. Held annually since 2005 in the small town of Pittsfield, VT, the Spartan Death Race gives up to 200 ultra-endurance athletes the chance to test their mental and physical prowess like no other event on earth. On average only 15% of the competitors finish the event. Remarkable when you consider the competitors are among the toughest and most seasoned endurance athletes on earth. The hurdle and challenge-driven race requires competitors to complete a series of (15-20) grueling mental and physical challenges throughout a 40-mile course that runs through the Vermont woods. During the Death Race, competitors may be asked to chop wood for 2-hours, carry a 20-lb stump around for hours, lift 10-30 lbs rocks for 5-hours; build a fire, cut a bushel of onions, crawl through mud under barbed wire, or after 20-hours of racing, memorize the names of the first 10 U.S. Presidents or a Bible verse, hike to the top of a mountain and recite them back in order.
I hurt my knee yesterday after 10 minutes of playing soccer with my 8-year-old nephew.