Milano, Italy- Super Spartan Although this race was nowhere near my toughest race to date, it was by far the muddiest! Dangerously muddy! I received a much slower time than I would have liked, but finishing the race without a broken ankle or sprain was most important! My legs kept telling my brain to run fast, you can handle it, but I knew better. I busted my ass so many times in this race, on my own and other times due to the person ahead causing a pile-up. As with any race though, it was a blast! I will say that the last two obstacles of the race were a test of determination. An incline barbed wire belly crawls with a slippery, quicksand-like effect, full of sharp shards of rock, just perfect for slicing and dicing those knees and elbows. The last obstacle, an inclined wall with a slippery rope that may have well been lubed with oil, was so caked with wet mud, that when going for my last pull, exerting almost all of my energy, I lost control, sliding all the way back to starting position. After telling myself to breathe and move (my favorite thing to yell at my CF athletes in class:) I reached to the side of the obstacle where laid bundles of hay-like grass. Taking some in my palms to hopefully act as somewhat of a grip, I was back up to the top within one more pull, struggling, when I see a hand the size of my head reach down for me to grab. Thank you, God, chivalry is not dead!