So this is what separates the boys from the men, the weak from the strong, the daddy’s from the Spartan daddy’s. I signed up for the VA Super on Aug 22. I was telling my daughter about me signing up and she was like, “I want to run a Spartan race too!” So looks like little miss Spartan girl will get her second orange medal. This race is extremely important to me. This will be my first trifecta. I’ve been dying to get my trifecta ever since I saw the huge red, blue, and green masterpiece at my first sprint. It’s a pride thing for me. The reason I run has nothing to do with anyone but me. I’ve always said that my running is pushing myself to my limits, doing things I never thought I could do, getting to that point where you want to give up but you don’t. Intestinal fortitude. Guts. You never know how strong you really are until you get to that point. That point where you really have nothing left, but somewhere deep down inside, there is more. That’s why I run. That’s why this trifecta is so important to me. Can’t be any harder than Norm’s NJ Beast. Eff Norm by the way. Although the accounts I’ve heard is that the VA super is even harder, which is perfect. Push me to my limits, make me want to give up, break me down and hurt me. But when you know what, that medal is mine and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me. Run, walk, or crawl, it’s going to happen. The best part is, my tiny Spartan mini-me will have a pretty orange one to match my red, blue and green. AROO!!!