Fulcrum at the Spartan Race

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

8.5 miles of Super Spartan hell - with 25 obstacles of boulder carrying, log carrying, double log carrying, sand bag carrying, gravel bucket carrying, sled dragging, wall climbs, net climbs, rope climbs, fire, barbed wire, spear chunking, mud, and blood... CHECK.

Team CATS was at the Spartan Race (Chip, Lisa, Brian) and all completed the course, considered one of the hardest races on earth.  Chip's white shirt was bleak mud brown by the time he finished, but we all finished strong!  8.5 miles, 25 obstacles, and a little blood.