by Hunter McIntyre, Spartan Elite Athete
I am a Spartan. I am not a mountain man born and raised for the tough harsh elements of this Earth. I was born on the upper east side of Manhattan, raised in Connecticut where the biggest hill around was my in my backyard, which was used for sledding. Growing up I spent my time in the woods running around with a BB gun and a pocket full of fire crackers looking to stir up a good time.
I began my sports career with wrestling and picked up cross-country along the way in my Junior year of high school (because my dad told me to.) I never had much love for either sport. I would have rather spent my time planning an adventure with my friends. As my high school years came and went my sports career became a thing of the past.
Fast forward five years. I moved across America to live in the star-studded hills of Malibu in a bro mansion with seven of my buddies from school. I decided to put my adventure pants back on and begin exploring my surroundings, quickly falling in love with my new habitat. I began working out in the mountains all day everyday, running, climbing and lifting anything that got in my path. Around September one of my roommates charged into my bedroom screaming something about Spartans. I was intrigued by the race and signed up myself. So in November I was lined up at the starting line at Calamigos Ranch in my underpants and bandana, ready to show the world how to win a race in style. Thirty five minutes later I was covered in mud and filled with an amazing sense of accomplishment.
I was hooked. It was time to test the competition by taking a run for the gold. I did my research and quickly saw that Spartan Race was full of talented athletes. Especially one man named Hobie Call. Training became more intense, I focused on a CrossFit style and logging the miles in the hills of Malibu. By the time November rolled around, I had raced four times taking first place at each so I decided that I would take my chance against the best in Sacramento. After running the longest race of my life, I took an honorable third against Hobie but I walked away with much more than a smile from ear to ear and a pocket full of mud.
I was quickly adopted into the world of Spartan warriors that has spread worldwide. I was getting messages daily from people telling me that I was an inspiration and to keep up the good work. I now had a family of people I had never met cheering me on at my races. Obstacle Course Racing (OCR) is unlike any other sport. Challenging, ever-changing, and exciting it’s become my sport. The Reebok Spartan Race provides camaraderie and support provided amongst the racers, like no other sport I’ve seen. Since I first set foot on a Spartan course in 2011, I knew my life had changed but with this New Year I have decided to take my commitment to another level. I am truly thankful to be a part of a sport that allows me to travel the world while experiencing all of its toughest challenges and amazing people.