by Brian Ansley
Paul Faust’s legs were drained and he was using every muscle in his body to move through the sludge beneath the barb wire. 60 burpees just before the crawl left his legs on fire and his breath caught in his chest. Crouching low, he moved beneath the jagged wire careful not to get caught up on the sharp points. At about a third of the way through the taxing obstacle he pulled his head up above the mud and saw an end to the misery. Spartan brothers and sisters to his left and right were giving each other words of encouragement giving him the inspiration he needed to edge towards the finish. It didn’t matter at this point that the rocks were scraping his legs because he had made it to the end.