Spartan Up!: A Take-No-Prisoners Guide to Overcoming Obstacles and Achieving Peak Performance in Life

Spartan Up!: A Take-No-Prisoners Guide to Overcoming Obstacles and Achieving Peak Performance in Life


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ISBN-13: 9780544286177
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 05/13/2014
Pages: 224
Product dimensions: 6.10(w) x 9.10(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Joe DeSena is owner of the Spartan Race, as well as a legend in endurance and adventure racing circles—he completed the 135-mile Badwater Ultra-marathon, raced the 140.6 miles of Lake Placid Ironman, and finished a 100-mile trail run in Vermont, all within one week.

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Thirty Below and Nowhere to Go

The Raid International Ukatak was an endurance race held in Quebec in the dead of winter, the absolute coldest time of the year. Temperatures are known to drop as low as thirty degrees below zero. Friends had talked me into doing this race—why else would I be standing at the starting line with three team members on a tiny island on the Saint Lawrence River in Quebec. To reach the finish line we would have to cover 350 desolate, barren, frozen miles. We would travel by iceboat, snowshoes, skis, and, believe it or not, mountain bike through nearly frozen rivers and snowy, rocky terrain that would discourage any sane person from entering. I knew this race was going to take six days if things went according to plan. I also knew that nothing ever went according to plan.
   Despite the freezing temperatures, it was sunny and the sky was blue. The bright-colored gear of the competitors popped against the white snow. We began by iceboating along the Saint Lawrence River, which was like navigating a canoe seating four, with me in the back, through the Arctic Ocean. Floating chunks of white ice would knock into our boat and send us overboard, splashing into ice-cold water like seals going for a dip. But in a race like this, there was nowhere to go to change into dry clothes, nowhere to warm up. Once your clothes were soaked in ice water, your bones were chilled and would stay that way until the temperature rose. You were as cold as if you were naked. People die of hypothermia in these conditions. This was at the beginning of the race.
   After we reached our destination along the Saint Lawrence, we hiked for two days straight through knee-deep snow in ten-to-thirty-degrees-below temperature. To muster the energy to keep going, I’d stop with my team when necessary to chug olive oil from a bottle. It seemed like logical choice to me: I could carry it, and it was loaded with lots of calories. In retrospect, it worked. But it wasn’t without side effects.
   Anyone who has done an ultraendurance event has at least some sense of the mentality it takes to distance oneself from one’s body and keep pushing forward, impervious to every human impulse and basic common sense telling you to stop. Essentially your rational mind stops functioning, you lose the ability to reason, and you start functioning only in a primal way.
   On the third night we trudged on snowshoes toward the top of a ridge, and images of my family members’ and friends’ faces appeared before me. Everywhere I looked, I saw their heads staring at me along the trail. For hours, I thought, What are they doing here? I also saw a McDonald’s off the side of the trail . . . but it couldn’t be, because I was in the middle of nowhere. Not only did the golden arches loom but the distinctive, pungent odor of a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and french fries blasted my nostrils. When you’re starting to lose your mind like I was, it’s amazing what grabs hold of it—in my case, apparently, trans fats and ketchup. I was officially losing it.
   We were to rappel fifteen hundred feet down a cliff, at which point we would continue onward toward the finish line. We were in second place at this point, right behind the front-runners, still hopeful we could win—which was a shock for me, knowing I wasn’t an athlete and had no business being here. The combined athletic experience of my teammates was measured in decades. I came from Wall Street, and before that, cleaned swimming pools. I would be relying on my mental toughness to make up for not being as physically fit as my teammates. This was the equivalent of the Olympics of adventure racing, and here I was, a pool cleaner, trying to
keep up.
   As we neared the ridge, I could tell something was wrong. The team in front of us had experienced a mishap: The ropes linking the ridge to the ground below had come loose and were no longer connected safely. To rappel down at that point might have ended with a red splatter in the pristine snow, a risk even we weren’t willing to take.
   There we were, standing at the cliff, with nowhere to go while the other team tried to figure out how to reconnect these ropes. We could hear commotion and saw headlamps lit below the cliff edge. When you’re hallucinating human heads and golden arches, it’s probably not the right time to be rappelling fifteen hundred feet, especially when the ropes are also having issues. With nightfall approaching, we saw no other way down, and we couldn’t turn back now. The nearest camp, a few huddled tents, was the one we’d left at the beginning of the day. So, with the freezing wind swirling around us, we looked at each other without speaking, all thinking exactly the same thing: Fuuuuuuuuck. We would be spending the night in the snow without shelter, since bringing a fully functioning tent would have weighed too much to carry for six days. We hadn’t planned on sleeping till we collapsed. That was our “plan.” We had ignored the safety requirement of carrying a tent. Since we had no intention of using it, this would save weight.
   This night was going to suck, but I didn’t know how much. I burrowed into the freezing white because it was the only shelter from the Arctic blast of wind, but the conditions and the intensity of energy expenditure they provoked made it impossible to sleep. Those conditions hijack the rational part of your brain, the part of you that you think of as “you.” All I could do was shake in misery until sunup, whenever that would come. I was in that state people must reach when they’re lost in the wilderness, where they simply don’t give a fuck anymore if they live or die, because if they die, at least the misery will come to end.
   The next day, when the brief window of light appeared, we learned that the rope couldn’t be fixed. The first-place team had made their way down, and we could either wait and hope they solved the problem or head out and try to catch them by foot back down the mountain. After discussing our predicament, we decided that we would try to ice-climb down this surface that you normally would only rappel. Every potential opening or possible path to slide, jump, or roll down that we evaluated had some fatal flaw, literally. This was like trying to hike down a triple black diamond ski slope that could never be skied. It was covered in waist-deep snow and littered with deathtraps in every direction.
   Finally, we spotted one sliver of snow that seemed to work its way through the craggy rockface. Without much in the way of options, we began to climb down, searching for hand- and footholds. The ice was covered with snow and less stable than rock formations, but much safer considering our limited gear. This passage was so tight that we couldn’t go far to the right or left or we might plunge to our death. We’d climb over fallen trees, and then suddenly we’d hit a ten-foot drop that would send us sliding precariously close to the rockface. This six-hour descent would be perilous at best. And I was just an average guy in an extraordinary situation. I had been training only six months for this event. I lived in New York City and had a desk job.
   Finally, we made it to the bottom. I turned around, looked up, and saw the rock rising fifteen hundred feet up, except for this tiny little ribbon of snow area that we had come down. Looking up at it, we thought, Holy shit, how fucking stupid were we? A few feet in the wrong direction, and we would have been dead. Certainly an accomplishment, but not one I would ever repeat.
   Later in the race, we encountered more difficulty. We were cross-country skiing for sixty miles, but because we had the wrong skis and no wax, we found ourselves in what seemed like a silly situation. We were on a cross-country ski trail where two small tracks exist for your skis. This tracked snow trail would go on for sixty-plus miles out in the middle of nowhere. The trail was very hilly with steep climbs and descents.
   Pretty quickly, we realized we were stuck. Our skis could not get us up the climbs. We were skiing in place and not going anywhere. We looked at each other, frustrated, and popped off our skis—only to fall into waist-deep snow that was like quicksand. Although it sounds silly, we were literally stuck in our tracks. We couldn’t go forward or backward, and when we had our skis off we couldn’t get them back on.
   Adrian, one of the guys on our team, had climbed Everest and was our resident expert. His presence had made me feel more comfortable about being out here in the first place; he was obviously a pro at handling difficult challenges. I looked at him like a nervous patient looking for reassurance from a doctor. At one point, he turned to me and said: “We got a serious situation here. This could be dire.” That scared the shit out of me.
   Yet somehow, we slogged through it, and eventually we caught a break when the temperature dropped. Apparently, for those who understand backcountry skiing—and we didn’t—different waxes “stick” to snow at different temperatures. Like something out of a movie, and without notice, we were magically on our way again.
   But that night I spent on the mountain hallucinating was the worst stretch of my life. I don’t say that lightly, either; I’ve had some pretty close calls over the last forty years. Usually, when life presents such situations, there’s a clear end in sight. Okay, maybe it’s freezing cold out—but in two hours, I’ll be back to the car, and I can crank up the heat. Sure, this procedure hurts like hell—but I can signal the doctor or dentist for more numbing agents if necessary. Yeah, I just stubbed my toe—but this too shall quickly pass.
   That night, there was no end in sight. The sun would come up, but it would still be well below zero even in daylight. Under the best-case scenario, we were still totally fucked. No one was coming to rescue us. We still had to find our way down. And we did. Do that enough times, break through obstacles safely, and eventually you get this sense of security, whether false or not, that you’re going to be all right if you just push through it. Let’s face it, no matter what challenges confront me during my day, they probably won’t be as severe as the circumstances on that ridge.
   An inverse correlation links how miserable you feel in the race, and how great you feel after it, so you can bet I felt like a million bucks afterward. When you break through the other side of hell and finish an event that did not seem possible, that stopped you in your tracks over and over, something happens. You feel accomplished, incredibly proud of yourself and, in some ways, a different person.
   Since the Ukatek, I have been lucky and stupid enough to compete in some of the most grueling endurance events in existence. When I tell people what I’m about to do, most of them look at me in a way that tells me they think I’m really stupid or suicidal. But you know what? There’s a better way of looking at this. Challenging yourself to accomplish more than you know you can is never stupid—it helps show you what you are capable of. It creates a new frame of reference, one you can draw upon in the face of other things that are perceived as being tough in your life. It shows you possibilities you didn’t know existed.
   That’s why I started the Spartan Race, and that’s why I wrote this book.

Table of Contents

    Prologue: Thirty Below and Nowhere to Go xiii
1. From Here to Insanity 1
2. Confronting the Greatest Obstacle: Your Will 25
3. Overcoming Obstacles, Tossing Your Cookies 44
4. Changing Your Frame of Reference 66
5. Getting Spartan Fit 79
6. Change Your Diet, Change Your Life 97
7. Moving Past Mountains 119
8. Making Your Limits Vanish 139
9. Transformance: Forging New Bonds 153
10. The Finish Line: Becoming Spartan 172
      Appendix 189
      Acknowledgments 191

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Spartan Up!: A Take-No-Prisoners Guide to Overcoming Obstacles and Achieving Peak Performance in Life 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was spot on! Having completed three Spartan races I found something that was missing since having left the Marine Corps. This book covers all aspects as to what to expect when doing a Spartan race and most importantly it shows you how to prepare your mind for any obstacle in life. It covers nutrition, health, training, diet, and gives good examples of amazing tasks that other warriors have accomplished. I give it 30 Burpess!!!
mayo5150 More than 1 year ago
Just what I needed, when I needed it! I have been running and exercising pretty consistently for about 4 years. Lately my drive had really left me. Then I read this book and it really got the juices flowing again! Maybe I'll even do a Spartan race:)
StGeorgeMom More than 1 year ago
Highly motivating! I am a runner and have never participated in a Spartan Race, but this book isn't just about Joe De Sena's race. It is about having "True Grit" and preparing yourself to conquer life and training challenges. The book describes how to "Spartan Up" and leave your comfort zone in order to gain physical and mental strength needed to build stamina. It also discusses eating right and how to find balance in your life. The message in this book is for everyone no matter what you are training for.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Joe De Sena does a great job getting you motivated to change your lifestyle. The book has helpful advice to improve your lifestyle and perception of life. I'm taking all the advice of this book to change my life and get fit. If your looking for a book that isn't a complete self help book this is for you. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Joe does a great job motivating people to get off the couch and start living their lives to the full potential.  I recommend this book to all my friends and family, and I encourage them to join me in the Spartan way of life.  Spartan Up!  Aroo!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is not only a must have for those who enjoy Spartan races but for anyone willing to grow as a person. While reading you can get a sense for Joe De Sena's passion for ripping people off their couches to lead happier and healthier lives. This book will change people's lives just like the Spartan Race itself changed mine. A hearty AROO to one helluva read! 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent coaching book for improving your life especially if you want to make it challenging and fulfilling. Lots of good tips to face and take on challenges both on an obstacle course race and in life. It all starts with your mind and attitude - from there you can build anything if you work at it. It's definitely worth the quick read to get inspired to improve your life!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just did my first sartan this summer (in Canada on the 4th of july :P I'm so patriotic!) and was bummed to find out that you have to be 14 to do a full one! I'm stuck doing te junior for another year! >:-0