As a trainer, coach, instructor, mentor, motivator or whatever you call me, I have had tons of opportunities to create workout plans, nutrition plans, run boot camps and train thousands of people over the past 8 years. Throughout those years I have created plans for myself as well for all different goals, ranging from marathon training to my first bikini competition to Spartan Races. In my experience with competing I realized having a coach was one of the best experiences and having the accountability helps reach goals that were thought at one time unreachable. I got to taste first hand what I was doing for others and it was exactly what I needed.
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One year ago I was lining up at a start line, freezing cold, not knowing what to expect and wondering what it was I was going to have to do. I told myself I was going to take it easy, but once we were released to go, I took off into the unexpected. The cold, rainy weather, mud and ice cold water was only a piece of what I was experiencing. Along the way I was running up steep hills, climbing over walls, crawling under what felt like a mile of barb wire, climbing ropes and doing burpees in the mud. I managed to finish and never felt so alive. That day was December 7th, 2013 in Malibu, CA at the Spartan Malibu Sprint, the day that marks the date when I would never be the same.
It is 6am on a Sunday morning in San Francisco. It is dark, a little chilly and there are over 25,000 people (majority women) roaming around Union Square trying to find porta potties and their starting corrals. There is music, lights and the chatter of the thousands of women waiting anxiously to start the race that some may have trained months for. The energy is high as the DJ starts to hype the crowd up at the beginning of the starting line and the clock is counting down to let the runners well, RUN! The air horn blows off and the runners run.