Well....this morning, whilst I was peacefully making coffee and preparing my healthy little breakfast, I get a call from my firefighter. He asks if I wanted to register for a marathon. Me, being a virgin to the marathon world, and a naive little girl, I said yes.
I highly regret that answer. I mean, I should have known what kind of marathon it was by just the name. SPARTAN RACE. "Spartan" should have been the giveaway. I guess, with my current obsession with the TV show "Spartacus," anything to do with Roman warrior type characters didn't seem all that bad. I was wrong.
After a whole day of work, and peaceful errands, I finally got to check out what this marathon was all about. This is what I saw
And This is how I will be looking like, but in a woman form during the race.
And I probably will be feeling like this at the finish line
After I watched that intimidating trailer, my legs went numb. I already felt my back go out. And my arms felt like spaghetti. I mean, from going to no marathons, to doing a crazy one like this, it's like doing a Jon and Kate plus 8. From no kids to a gazillion, and wearing yourself out. No bueno.
I'm scared out of my mind. I better survive.