Here goes a funny story. 3 years ago, a workout buddy of mine asked me to do a Spartan Race. Up until then, I’ve ran, well, more liked jogged a couple of 5K’s and did one of those inflatable bubble runs. I, of course, said sure! When I got there, wow, the surprise. What do you mean mud? Walls? Barbed wires? Wait, mud! And did I ever mention I have a fear of heights? Well, I couldn’t possibly punk out at the race, besides, they were my ride. Fast forward a few years later, I’m a seasoned Spartan Racer. No, I don’t race for time or feel the need to do endless burpees. I enjoy the race because of the team. We usually go out with about a team of 30 from our gym, of all different age and fitness levels. It’s about a 4-5 mile course with 20 or so obstacles. We rally. We help each other. We share our burpees. And we have a fantastic time drinking that beer together at the end. That’s what the Spartan Race is about for me. Why do you race?