This is the inspirational story of how an overweight man took up obstacle course racing and learned how to get over the walls on the course—and in life.
Oh, fuck that noise.
I mean yeah, I’m an overweight man who started obstacle course racing, and hopefully I’m going to manage to get over those big walls that some courses have, but inspiration?
I guess if you want to be inspired, whatever that means, knock yourself out. I don’t really believe in inspiration. At least not in the inspirational genre, and it’s ability to actually inspire anything.
So where did this come from? I saw a book yesterday. I didn’t look at it in-depth or anything, but I saw enough to know that it’s about obstacle course racing, and that it’s a personal narrative rather than a book about the sport. And I’m pretty sure it was intended to be inspirational, because I doubt there’s any other angle that would get that book published.
I wasn’t inspired to purchase it. That’s not a dig at the book. Even if it’s terrible (and it may well not be) actually writing and completing a book is a significant achievement, and so is taking that book and convincing somebody to publish it. The person who makes something is usually far greater than the person who sits back and judges it.
On the other hand, it did make me wonder if there might be room for something… I don’t know, fun. So that’s what my goal is here. I’m going to try to write an entertaining blog about obstacle course racing. And ideally turn it into a multi-million dollar book contract. If you find it inspirational or instructional, feel free. But beware. I’m not an expert, and a lot of it could be lies anyhow.
I hope you enjoy it.