Goal Transfer – Fulfillment Overflow

Yesterday on “Social”, I disclosed a plan to forego the Spartan race that would earn my Trifecta and simply attend the same event instead. Did I train? Yes. Did I lose weight to be more competitive? Yes. Then what gives?

Well, the week before was filled with signs. I crashed the Cyclocross bike on a training ride. There were logistics issues at the last minute that collided on the plans I had made a year in advance, and the communication with those closest to me was in shambles — which I could not wrap my head around. I had to become a little introspective and take inventory. I was torn between letting acquaintances and fans of the site down, and doing what I was beginning to realize was the best thing.

I had to go back to the question so many of us need to ask ourselves. Why? Why was I willing to run up and down mountains, get muddy and throw myself on the ground from obstacles I cannot traverse? Was getting the Trifecta the goal, or more importantly… was getting the trifecta an outward symbol of attaining the goal? That is where the light came on.

“What followed guiding Haydon around his course was overwhelming joy and fulfillment overflow.”

When I first decided to do the Spartan Series, running a 5k was tough. Now, I train with 5K’s when I am bored or need a quick pump. I am currently bicycling in four genres; Road Bike, Cyclocross, Mountain Bike, and BMX. My diet is on point. My resting heart rate is 46 while I can maintain 185 BPM while exercising, and I am down to nearly 200 pounds. It’s been a good year for fitness in my life. That was the goal. The goal is attained. Now to maintain it.


As for the Spartan, I did something much more awesome. I passed the torch. I had signed my 11-year-old son up to run the two-mile kids race. Logistically, I wouldn’t have been able to support him in his first race, since I would have still been on course for my own. The decision to pass on my last Spartan (especially considering running one in Italy) was very hard and taxed me greatly – ask Heidi. I was a bit grumpy. What followed guiding Haydon around his course was overwhelming joy and fulfillment overflow.

Haydon stretched before the run and seemed really calm leading up to the event. When they launched the kids, it was hard to pick him out of the crowd, but there he was in the second wave. We had discussed pace and “who the race was against” before the launch. He was right where he needed to be — at the edge of his own comfort zone. The race was two-laps. Near the end of the first lap, you could hear parents barking at their kids to dig in “C’mon Mija, don’t let up. You still the first girl. Go!”. “No! Don’t put your sandbag there with the others, our family always goes one step further (fast forward to this kid sobbing on lap two).”

For me, I just tried to keep him relaxed. I coached him “What do you see ahead? How can you prepare for that?”.  “See the line at the obstacle? That means you can catch your breath and walk to the obstacle, so you keep moving and don’t get stiff running up to stand in line… the line will be gone by the time you get there.” He was doing awesome. When it came to the rope climb – he failed, just like his dad. The obstacle Marshall says “15 burpees bud” and with zero hesitation, my baby was kissing the dirt. His attitude was phenomenal.

Haydon’s went so well for so many reasons. At the second round of 15 burpees, I could see a little fatigue in his eyes. He didn’t complain, but he was feeling it. I put down the camera and paced him with some partner burpees. This is so much better than running 13 miles with strangers.

When the two-miles was done, Haydon got his medal. He had the tee-shirt and was dialed in for some Kona Ice. “When is the next race, Dad?”

Goal transferred – Fulfillment Overflow