How to… take the weekend off from fashion (and love it)

So this weekend, I took a break from fashion. To be honest, I took a break from sanity, and I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun.

A few months ago, I signed up to do the Spartan Sprint in Malibu with my trainer and a few others from my gym. Not only did I sign up, but I signed up for the Hurricane Heat, which takes place at 5:00am.


At dawn on Saturday morning, I ran. I ran with a team of 36 and we completed a 5-mile obstacle course together. I swam through a pond in all of my clothes, crawled through not one, but two drain pipes, carried a blindfolded team-mate though a swamp, jumped over a fire pit, climbed up a purposely greased up wall, and crawled under the world’s longest barbed-wire crawl while some douche bag sprayed me down with a fully pressurized fire hose. I did this all before 8 in the morning.

It was physically demanding, sure, but I’ve trained hard for months. Physically, I could do it all. But what I didn’t realize that I was facing my largest mental and emotional challenge in a long, long time.

There came a point, during the very last obstacle (the damned barbed wire crawl), where I had to make a choice: pull myself together, deal with the pain, finish, OR quit. I chose to finish. Soaking wet, freezing, bruised beyond recognition, I chose to finish, because that is what Spartans do. That is what I do.

Me and my “Monday night crew” – I train with these women every week, and I couldn’t have done this without them.

Annnndddd… the aftermath, this morning:

… and I’ve got more on the other leg to match. Not to mention the scratches on my elbows, shoulders, and stomach.

Because, as I like to say, don’t let the cutesy outfits fool you; I’m tougher than I look.

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