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If its broke -- The mud kings -- Mouse vs. mudder -- Vermonsters -- Throwing a crossfit -- Training day -- Hobie call and the $100,000 prize -- Unleashing the ultra beast -- In the Army now -- Endurance S & M -- Injury report -- This is the end.;A sports journalist describes her experiences and the cast of characters she met during her training and running of obstacle races, courses that consist of mud, fire, barbed wire, and walls.

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Copyright 2014 by Erin Beresini

All rights reserved

For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 215 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003.

www.hmhco.com

This book presents the ideas of its author. You should consult with a professional health care provider before commencing any exercise plan. The author and the publisher disclaim liability for any adverse effects resulting directly or indirectly from information contained herein.

The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:

Beresini, Erin.

Off course : inside the mad, muddy world of obstacle course racing / Erin Beresini.

pages cm

ISBN 978-0-544-05532-2 (hardcover)

1. Obstacle racing. I. Title.

GV 1067. B 47 2014

796.42'6dc23

2014016523

e ISBN 978-0-544-05552-0
v1.1014

The epigraph is taken from What Matters Most Is How You Walk Through the Fire by Charles Bukowski. Copyright by Linda Lee Bukowski. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.

Spartan Race Beast course map courtesy of Spartan Race Inc./Mapping Specialists, Ltd.

For Jimmy,

for putting up with me

And for my parents,

ditto, and for their love and support

And for Jimmy again,

double ditto

Spartan Race Beast

KILLINGTON, VERMONT

SEPTEMBER 2223

Multiply by two for the Ultra Beast what matters most is how well you walk - photo 1


Multiply by two for the Ultra Beast

what matters most is

how well you

walk through the

fire.

CHARLES BUKOWSKI

If Its Broke

KILLINGTON SKI MOUNTAIN, VERMONT

SEPTEMBER 22

0920-ish

IM FACE-DOWN IN the mud. Sharp rocks are poking into my forearms, stomach, and thighs. Im pretty sure I just lost a big tuft of hair to the barbed wire zigzagged inches above my head, and I dont want to move because a sadistic man with an enormous hose will blast me again with arctic water if he thinks Im advancing too fast. You dont roll in the Marines! Youll get shot! somebody barked at me moments ago. Then came the first icy spray.

Stay dry. Thats the only way Ill survive out here in the cool autumn forest. Get wet, and hypothermia could set in fast. Im already shivering, but Im not soaked.

Ive got at least thirty more feet of barbed wire to pass under before I can stand again, so right now I have a decision to make: roll forward and plunge into a chilly puddle, or crawl sideways where the ground is more mud than water and risk entering prime hose-blast range.

Those are not your standard Saturday morning choices. Oatmeal or pancakes? To get up or not to get up? Thats more like it. What I would do for a down comforter and a Tetley tea right now.

Keep going! someone inching up behind me says. Less than one hour and three miles after this torture began, it looks like were both about to get drenched. Even worse, we have twenty-four miles to go, and this suffering is nothing compared to whats coming next.

REDONDO BEACH, CALIFORNIA

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

I was a broken athlete. Physically, mentally, and spiritually, I had nothing left. Id spent eight months in a melancholy funk, wondering when and how I would get my health and motivation back. And like most spectacular breakdowns, this one had been a long time coming.

I had raced my first triathlon in Tucson in 2005, and I sucked at it. The run was only three miles long but felt like thirty, and it nearly triggered a finish-line upchuck. But the mediocrity I displayed that day sparked something inside of me. I looked at my magnificently fit competitors whose muscles bulged through their spandex and decided I wanted to be like them. Not just like themI wanted to beat them. I knew I could do better if I tried. And since I was about to graduate from college with a degree in French, I didnt have a lot to look forward to career-wise.

After graduation, I moved to Los Angeles with visions of becoming a screenwriteror maybe an advertising copywriterand I started racing more triathlons. I learned to accept spandex as a valid category of apparel and found out the hard way why bike shorts are meant to be worn without underwear. I spent a lot of time at my local triathlon shop questioning the sales guy, Robert, about time trial bikes, aero bars, and neon foods that are neither liquid nor solid.

Perhaps to get me out of his hair, Robert took it upon himself to introduce me to other people, usually at the most inopportune times. Like at an Olympic distance triathlon in Ventura. I had just completed the race and was covered in my own sweat and snot. I still didnt feel comfortable wearing spandex in publicit did nothing to enhance my figure, which was somewhat swollen from the stress of adulthood. Salt rings had formed in strange places on my tank top and shorts, emphasizing my jiggly bits. I was about to change clothes when Robert walked up to me with an incredibly hot male triathlete by his side.

Erin! Robert said. I want you to meet someone.

Oh God. I struck an awkward pose in an attempt to simultaneously cover up my tummy chub and elongate my legs.

Jimmy, this is Erin. She also got second in your age group.

That was it. That was all Robert had to say. Then he just stood there like hed lit a bottle rocket and was waiting for the fuse to burn down.

Congratulations, Jimmy said.

You too, I said.

When my car broke down a month later, I asked Jimmy for a ride to a race we were both doing in Flagstaff, Arizona. On the drive home, I called my mom to tell her I was going to marry Jimmy. He was fun, fit, fast, kind, and a little weird, and I loved him. He proposed seven months later.

Since Robert was clearly gifted at setting me up with like-minded people, even if his timing was a little off, I was excited when he introduced me to a group of athletes who were training to race Ironman Arizona. I didnt know what an Ironman was, but I wanted in. Id spent about half a year in Los Angeles and still couldnt call myself anything other than an hourly-wage product description writer who worked in a freezing cold warehouse and lived off of the old, hard gumballs Id found in a box under my desk. I desperately wanted to call myself an Ironman and give my parents something to brag about to their friends. Oh, your Jennifer went to Harvard Law and is now a partner at a prestigious New York law firm? Well, my daughter is an Ironman.

So, in April 2007, after twelve hours and one minute of swimming, biking, and running, I became an Ironman. I was elated to cross the finish line, but then I started wondering how much better I could do if I tried harder. And so began the cycle of training for and racing in endurance events, each a little bigger and a little badder than the next. Training became a way of lifeand the way I continued to meet new friends as an adult.

When I went back to school to get a degree in the more useful but vaguely named field of communications, I joined the universitys triathlon team. Instant friends. While I interned after graduating, I competed in another Ironman and a 100-mile mountain bike race. Instant respect. By the time I landed my dream job at a San Diego fitness rag, there was only one thing left to do: Ultraman, a three-day, 320-mile triathlon.

You do realize itll probably take you months to recover from this, Jimmy warned when I called to tell him that I was going to sign up for Ultraman Canada. Jimmy was still working in Los Angeles, and we were living apart on weekdays. Ultraman training would help fill the void created by Jimmys absence and prevent me from replacing him with chocolate cake. It would also be my revenge on Race Across Oregon, a 516-mile cycling race that was the only event Id ever quit.

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