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The COVID-19 pandemic changed everything, forcing many of us to rethink our routines, priorities, and passions. As triathlon races began to be canceled, Rachel and I were left seeking new challenges. With no races planned in the future, we craved something to test our limits, both physically and mentally. That’s when we discovered Spartan Obstacle Course Racing (OCR) at Blue Mountain, Ontario, which changed my life in unexpected ways. Discovering Spartan Obstacle Course Racing During the pandemic, our fitness journey had become a little routine. With pools closed and no swimming, we were engaged in doing the same old bike and run workouts over and over again, feeling bored and unenthused. Ironman Mt. Tremblant was canceled, so we were left searching for some purpose, and that's when we first learned about Spartan OCR. It piqued our interest. The idea of facing various obstacles while running up and down the ski hills of Blue Mountain sounded like just the challenge we needed. We took the plunge and signed up for the Trifecta weekend. That is a 21 km OCR called a " Beast ," a 10 km OCR called the " Super ", and a 5 km OCR called the " Sprint " all done over a Saturday and Sunday of competition. We had no idea just how difficult this decision would be. Rachel, switching ON and getting into her Spartan head space. Signing up for my first Spartan race at Blue Mountain was an electrifying experience. I eagerly awaited the challenge of climbing walls, crawling under barbed wire, and running through mud. With my Ironman background, I thought that both Rachel and I would breeze through this. Training for the Challenge Training for Spartan OCR was a whole new ball game. It required us to develop strength and agility. We needed to change our routine dramatically, focusing on functional movements that would prepare us for the obstacles. For instance, we included exercises like burpees, walking lunges, and wall sit holds. As we progressed, we leaned on our Ironman experience to push us through the training days. A determined Rachel overcomes the Spartan Helix obstacle, showcasing strength and focus. The Race Weekend Experience (2021) When race day finally came, we felt a mix of excitement and nerves. The atmosphere at Blue Mountain was charged. Participants of all ages gathered to embrace this challenge. Standing at the starting line, I felt a profound sense of belonging, knowing we were united by a common goal: to push our limits and conquer the course. As soon as the race started, we knew this was going to be a long, long day. Climbing up Blue Mountain for the first time, we realized then and there that this was no Ironman and we were drastically unprepared. The race itself was a whirlwind of adrenaline. I faced each obstacle with grit and determination. Climbing steep walls and navigating through muddy trenches tested my limits like never before. I'd like to say that I encouraged fellow racers along the way, but that just wasn't the case. Conquering the monkey bars during a challenging Spartan race, showing strength and determination. Crossing the finish line felt incredible. I was tired, muddy, and brimming with a sense of accomplishment. Rachel and I completed the 21k Beast and took time to reflect on the amazing performances of the other athletes as we were completely and utterly defeated. This was unlike any other challenge we had completed, and we realized just how underprepared we were, and we still had the 10k and 5k races the following day. So off to clean up, get dinner, and rest up. Upon waking up the next morning, both Rachel and I agreed that we would not continue. This was probably the hardest decision we have had to make in our race careers but was the right one. We were sore, tired, and would be risking injury had we continued on. The Redemption (2022) Not one to let failure get the better of us, we immediately looked to our next training season. We had learnt alot from race day and we knew what we needed to do to complete a race weekend like this. We decided that along with Ironman Mt. Tremblant (Rachel's 1st full), in August of 2022, we would attempt to takle another Spartan Trifecta weekend later that year in October. We made our training plans and tackled IM Tremblant, where the unexpected happened and Rachel qualified for the Ironman World Championships also in October. She did not let that stop her and we both finally accomplished the Trifecta weekend. Our Spartan medal wedges to make the Trifecta medal. Looking Ahead Reflecting on our Spartan OCR journey, I feel grateful for the unexpected direction our lives took amid the pandemic. What started as a quest for a new challenge evolved into a passion that has profoundly influenced my life. I am now more dedicated than ever to my fitness journey and excited about future races. If you’re thinking about trying Spartan OCR, take the leap. It’s about much more than the race; it’s about embracing the journey, joining a supportive community, and growing personally. Whether you're an experienced athlete or a newcomer, there is a place for you within the Spartan community. Need help dialing in your training? The coaches at Rapid Snail Racing are here to support all aspects of your triathlon, Spartan race, and endurance development. Whether you need coaching guidance , structured training plans , or help navigating your season, we’re always here to assist. 👉 Contact Us Today

This is where it all began. After stepping into a new relationship with my new partner, who was already a seasoned runner and triathlete, it was suggested that maybe I did not have the grit and determination to accomplish a triathlon. After years of previous military service that had instilled a sense of discipline and accomplishing a task at all costs, my fitness had faded away, but the mere suggestion that I couldn't do it ignited a long-lost fire for discipline in my life. It wasn't too long after that I purchased my first set of runners and embarked on a 3 km run, which at the time felt like an impossible distance. I remember clearly talking to my partner when I finished that run, and my only thought was, "My head looks like a cherry tomato, I think it's gonna explode." Over the next few weeks, my fitness level changed drastically, and I registered for my first Olympic Triathlon and, being the eager beaver I am, also registered for a Half Distance Triathlon. Let's just say, after that half-distance triathlon, which was only about 6 months from the couch, I vowed, "Never again, that was just awful." Famous last words for all triathletes. It was at work the next week when I found out a colleague was entered in Ironman Lake Placid, and I immediately went home that evening, found Ironman UK, and registered. The Build-Up to Race Day Leading up to race day, my training was, well, let's just say, it was a journey of learning about myself. Not knowing much about Ironman and the distance I had just signed up for, but full of gusto and bravado, I enlisted the Internet to help me figure this out. Now I can't remember if the idea of a coach came up, but at the time I surely did not have the cash for that. In fact, I barely had the cash for a wetsuit, new bike, all those gels you need to buy, and heck, the cost just to get to Manchester was tough. In the end, the Internet helped me out, and I figured out a weekly training schedule that in the end was enough for me to finish the race. I devoted over 15 hours each week to swimming, biking, and running. Being divorced with shared custody at the time, my training was very intense one week and almost a rest week the other week. I soon learned that to get the training in, I would run during my lunch hours at work and late nights, after the kiddies were in bed. Like most triathletes, my weekends were spent on long bike rides and runs. Thankfully, living in Ajax, Ontario, Canada, there are great riding and running routes just north of my house with stunning countryside views and rolling terrain to assist with the elevation the Ironman UK would present. Let's just say, those rides and runs were grueling, with some sessions pushing me to my limit and beyond. I often say, you gotta have a little pity party on the side of the road sometimes; this will let you know that you are pushing your limit physically and mentally and have the ability to crawl out of the dark place on race day. We at some point go there. Race Day: Before the Race The day was finally here, and I felt good. I had done the training and was ready. Waking up was not hard; hell, I don't think I slept. Breakfast was a banana and oatmeal in my hotel room, something that has stuck with me for every Ironman race. Race morning always brings a lot of nervous energy , and a bowl of oatmeal and banana is generally all I can get down. Arriving at the venue, still dark and cold, I sipped on some Gatorade, which was hard to find in Bolton, UK, and the surrounding area. This is what I trained on and what Ironman was supplying on course. Luckily, Ironman had bottles of it free of charge. A quick bike check and then into the wetsuit, just to keep a little warmer. An hour had passed by nearly instantly, and the race organizer herded us up to get ready to make our way down the big hill to the Rivington Reservoir. With wetsuits on and the nerves once again making an ugly appearance, the athletes, myself included, do what triathletes do when their wetsuits are on. I'll say that the upper road before the hill was no longer dry. The Swim Now on our way down the hill to the water, the nerves started to subside and an eagerness to get in the water took over. That was until I jumped in; I think the water was about 15°C, and it took my breath away. I made my way out into deeper water to find a good spot to start the mass start, about mid-pack. We had about 5-10 minutes in the water and the gun went off; I had started my first Ironman. The washing machine mass start references immediately started making sense, but before I knew it, I was at the first 180-degree turn. This was interesting, with so many athletes making such a turn we all bunched up like sardines in a can. It was a little scary as I really had no control over myself (if you have ever stepped foot in a mosh pit, this was it, just in water) and was just pushed around the buoy trying to keep my head above water. After the turn, it thinned out and I quickly settled into a good stroke rate and breathing pattern. It was 950m to the next 180-degree turn which went well and seeing spectators on the water gave me a lot of motivation. This also meant I was almost done with the first lap. I was over the moon to get to this point and continued to the second lap. Towards the end of the lap, I was getting cold and tired and my left calf cramped, rendering my leg next to useless until I worked it. This, as I found out, was not so easy to do in deep water but I managed and finished the swim. More than happy to be on land again, I began to run up the hill and immediately, the calf cramped again. At this point, I knew I would have to take it a little easier until my body warmed up. Exiting the water The Bike: A Scenic Challenge Transitioning from the swim to the bike leg felt refreshing. I quickly changed gears, both literally and figuratively, and ran out to grab my bike. The bike course at Ironman UK is famous for its stunning vistas, and I was eager to embrace every moment. Opps, first day on the new feet, they were really cold. The route was three loops, each 60 km, featuring a series of rolling hills and challenging climbs, challenging me to maintain an average speed of about 27 kilometers per hour. I recalled on the first climb, thinking, OMG, this is really steep, and then all of a sudden a wasp flew into my crotch and decided since I was interrupting my day, he would just go ahead and sting my inner leg. Well, that took my mind off the climb, at least briefly. On to the second loop, I was getting really tired, and this is where I needed to mentally start the race. About halfway through the loop, there was a good descent that led into a 120-degree turn. Volunteers lined the road, motioning and yelling to slow down. All of which I ignored and went down in the corner, sliding off the road. Thankfully, I was alright, and the bike suffered no damage. At this point, I realized I had to switch ON! I was in my head and not paying attention. At some point along the way, the leader passed. Damn, he's fast, I thought. This fueled me to finish the loop. Starting the third loop, I was on my game now and energized to finish the ride. At the last aid station, I grabbed a bottle of water. The last bottle of water. I heard a competitor behind me say he needed a bottle, but there was none left. I made the quick decision to give that athlete the bottle I just received as I still had half a bottle left before receiving it. In the spirit of competition, they needed it more than I. I finished the ride with a smile on my face and was happy to go into transition. Deep in thought, probably thinking, How much longer? The Run: The Final Push After completing the bike leg, I transitioned to the run. This part is often deemed the most taxing, and I could feel the fatigue settling in. The run course wound through Bolton’s beautiful landscapes, but I kept my focus on the beauty rather than the fatigue. With each mile, I drew strength from the countless hours of training behind me. I found a rhythm, even when my legs protested. Encouragement from fellow runners and spectators became my lifeline. As I approached the final stretch, the sight of the finish line stirred powerful emotions. I felt adrenaline surge and sprinted toward the finish, the weight of accomplishment lifting me as I crossed that line—it was a moment I was hooked and will always cherish forever. The triumphant finish line at Ironman UK 2009, filled with cheering spectators. Reflections on the Experience Completing Ironman UK 2009 signified more than just finishing a race; it was the start of a lifestyle . The sacrifices I made and the support I received paved the way for my success. I learned about perseverance and determination. This event sparked a passion for triathlons that I never expected. The thrill of pushing my limits and competing against myself was enlightening. The camaraderie among athletes added a unique joy to the experience, and I am grateful for every moment spent working towards this goal. Looking Back on My Journey Reflecting on my Ironman UK 2009 experience fills me with pride. It was a demanding yet fulfilling journey. I learned vital lessons about resilience and the significance of pursuing one’s passions. For anyone thinking about tackling a triathlon, I encourage you to take the leap . The path may be challenging, but the rewards far outweigh the difficulties. Embrace the training, enjoy the process, and remember that each step brings you closer to your dreams. Here’s to many more adventures in the world of triathlons!