In early 2012 I was introduced to an incredible veteran’s organization- Team X-T.R.E.M.E. I was invited to participate with them in the Bataan Memorial Death March which takes place in New Mexico while wearing a full pack and gas mask complete with filter. (The gas masks represent the honor and sacrifice our nations heroes have paid for the freedom we share. The Avon Protection C50 gas mask is a symbol of overcoming insurmountable odds in the face of adversity) training in the mask is a must in order to better prepare for any race or challenge due to the filter’s restriction of airflow. Because I live several states away from any other team member we were only able to fit in one training hike as a complete team. It was a 20 mile hike through the extremely hilly terrain of Richmond,VA. The hike went well and I was told that it was much more difficult than the terrain we would face in New Mexico. Our 26.2 march was a success; our packs were weighed at the finish line averaging between 45 and 50lbs.
Team X-T.R.E.M.E.’s mission is to honor, empower and motivate wounded service members. My experience with them prior and during the march made their mission a reality for myself. I soon decided that I wanted to not only march a marathon distance of 26.2 miles but, I wanted to run one as well. I reached out to a good friend of mine, Mandy Goff, and told her of my desire to run a marathon. I was not prepared for how excited she would be about the news. Mandy, who is an incredible runner not only encouraged my quest to run a marathon but she also asked if she could join me running her first marathon as well. Mandy suggested we run the Marine Corps Marathon (MCM) later on in the year, which, sounded to me like the perfect marathon. The race is held inWashington, DC and is very patriotic. We had months to prepare for the race and I was excited that it happened to fall on my Birthday.
After picking the race I called one of my closest friends, Ashley Liebig. Ashley was one of the medics that administered care on me shortly after I was injured. Ashley and I became closer after I was at Walter Reed Army Medical Hospital. She emailed me often to see how I was doing and informing me of how the rest of my company was doing while they were all still deployed to Iraq. Ashley was also on my team during my first Tough Mudder. She always expects the most out of me regardless of my injuries and that is why I wanted her to run the marathon with me. At that point, I realized that I had a team and therefore I had no way of backing out.
I took my idea to my long time sponsor Eric Eisenberg at Biotech Limb and Brace and he agreed to be my sponsor for this race and cover all of my travel, lodging and race fees. The only thing I had left to do was sign up. I became nervous since I had heard that in previous years the race sold out very quickly.
I had mentioned that the MCM was in my sights as a goal for the year on my Facebook page, Noah Galloway-Athlete, and received a message from a woman that shared my enthusiasm for fitness and a healthy lifestyle. Her Facebook page- The Workout Girl, is one that I truly enjoy keeping up with and reading about her journey. Tiffany Tefft,(Workout Girl) asked if I wanted her guaranteed spot for the MCM. I was floored by her generosity and knew that I could not back out from that race following what she did.
The months leading up to my first marathon became blurred by other events. Over the summer, I competed with Team X-T.R.E.M.E. in a Tough Mudder as well as a Spartan Race. In addition, I became involved with Combat Fitness Training Facility(CFTF), under the direction of Sean Dickson. Just two months after I began to work out there, I found myself competing in my first ever CrossFit event, Rumble By The River.
I trained carefully for each event but I was not focused on running as one would expect from a person planning to run a 26.2 mile marathon. To make matters worse, every event I participated in that included any running ended up destroying my running leg. My great friends at Biotech Limb and Brace were constantly repairing and replacing different components of my running leg which also contributed to my lack of marathon training in the months leading up to the race.
3 weeks prior to the marathon (when I suffered a short panic attack) I decided that I had to start running. I took advantage of the opportunity to run a couple of 5k trail runs that were part of our training regime at CFTF. I was thankful for the short runs since I was struggling with any running at that time. Sean’s concept of training is that his workouts are not specific to any sport, but rather, designed to allow any of the athletes at his gym to take on anything that life throws at them, including a marathon. Because of that, he told me that I would do better than I thought possible and not to worry. Those words gave me a huge boost of confidence. With exactly one week left, I ran 5 miles and called it a day, nothing was left to do, there was nothing more I could do a week before the marathon.
Two days prior to the Marathon Mandy and I flew to Washington DC from Birmingham, AL while Ashley arrived from Texas and her husband Aaron from Afghanistan. The night before the race we had dinner with Mandy’s parents Bob and Gwen along with two of her friends, Catherine Hadfield and Heather Campbell, they were going not only be our moral support but were also recruited as my own personal pit crew. I gave Heather, Mandy’s friend, a backpack with complex carbohydrate loaded supplements, various items for me to use on the course to dry my stump as it accumulated sweat, and BC Powder since pain was imminent and I wanted to be ready. I was extremely happy to enjoy with them a delicious pasta dinner and thank them for their help before heading back to the hotel for a good night’s rest.
I woke up at 4:30 am doubting my decision to run the marathon and thinking of ways to convince my friends to skip it. I quickly realized that they weren’t going to give me that option. The lobby was full of runners ready to take on the race, some stood out with their short running shorts or tight running pants, some were covered from head to toe in Goo packets, nutrition bars and water bottles hanging from vest and belts. I felt lucky that Heather was out there somewhere with my backpack waiting to meet us. I knew that I would rather hop the whole 26.2 miles on one leg before I lost my “cool factor” by wearing one of those vests. Everyone stepped out into the dark cold morning as we all moved like cattle through the streets to the subway. At that point we met up with another one of Mandy’s friends, Devon Holmes of Warrior Gateway, that wanted to run with us, as well as my good friend Ashley and her husband Aaron.
Right before the national anthem began, we had everyone together. There were 30,000 runners from every state and 54 countries; from where we stood we could not even see the starting line. Around 8am the race began but, we stood waiting for another 20 mins. When we started to move, it was a slow walk as we got closer and closer to the official starting line before we were able to begin running. I felt well rested and unusually fine with running as we started, but I thought to myself “we still had 26 more miles to go”.
At mile 2 we stopped so I could empty the large amount of sweat out of my prosthetic leg. Inside the silicone liner I wear on my stump, sweat has nowhere to escape and becomes very uncomfortable, plus the rubbing caused by the shifting of the liner can quickly cause a blister. The quicker I get it dry, the better I am. Once wiped dry and everything back on, we were running. At mile 3 I thought to myself, “I feel incredible! The spectators cheering us on make this feel like it’s nothing!” Of course I didn’t say it out loud because it was only mile 3.
Every few miles we stopped so I could drain the sweat and consume much needed carbs. The number of spectators on hand to cheer on the runners really did make a huge difference in blocking out what would normally be a, “Why am I running?!” type of thought in one’s head. But, it was the mothers, fathers, family and friends of those killed in action wearing their loved-ones names and pictures on their backs as they ran that was a reminder of why so many are involved in this marathon. It was a reminder of why that person was willing to push through 26.2 grueling miles, it was a reminder of where I came from and those close to me that I lost and why I must not ever quit. Around mile 12 there were signs alongside the course with names of those that made the ultimate sacrifice for our country, needless to say, no one dared to quit there.
At mile 14 I announced that I was feeling extremely well and was enjoying the run . Sure, I had 12.2 miles to go, but I felt too good about the run not to share it with everyone else. I was thankful to have Mandy with me especially with my over enthusiasm. Whenever I started to pick up my pace without thinking about the distance I still had to go, she would reel me back to reality.
That worked perfectly until mile 25 when I decided I needed to go faster, much faster.
Shortly after mile 25 the road had a slight decline, I sped up, I heard Devon say, “Use it to your advantage”. I took his advice, but it felt too good to just speed up a little. So, I went faster and faster until I was in an all out sprint. I felt incredible and with each person I passed I felt stronger and stronger. A quarter mile later, it hit me like a Mack truck; I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt every muscle in my body screaming at me in disgust. Mandy was right behind me and immediately asked what I was thinking, truthfully, I had no logical excuse. It hurt to breathe, but I walked it out for a minute and was ready to run again.
Right before I returned to my steady pace, a guy with a flag on the side of the road said, “Do you want a beer?” Now, normally I wouldn’t mix fitness and alcohol, or more importantly take a warm can of beer from a stranger on the streets of D.C. but at the time it sounded like a wonderful idea. I had numerous friends that had run marathons tell me they had a beer around mile 20 of a run and that it was so uplifting. Why should I be any different? I was just shy of being a “marathon runner” so in my mind I could handle one beer. I didn’t recognize the brand and it was definitely warm but it was the best thing I had ever tasted. I chugged it, thanked the man and carried on. Shortly after drinking the beer I got a serious “buzz” off the one beer which made me regret it as much as my mindless sprint moments beforehand.
I only had one mile to go so I choked down the urge to vomit and carried on. Before I knew it the run was over. I was so happy to finish with Mandy, Ashley and Devon. Our time was 5 hours 48 mins, a slow pace for Mandy and Devon. An incredible pace for Ashley, considering her busy work schedule prevented her from training at all, and not too bad for myself. But, I decided after the run was complete that I wanted to do another marathon and drastically improve my time. I went from just wanting to survive the run at the start to wanting to do another as soon as possible.
I rested for 3 days then realized that I wasn’t in too much pain so, I slowly ran a mile on Thursday following the race. On Friday I didn’t even get a mile before the knee in my prosthetic leg locked up, it had enough running. I was happy with it making it the entire 26.2 miles. Usually, it wouldn’t bother me that the leg was ruined after an event, but I foolishly signed up for a local 10K run earlier that morning and the race was the next day- 6 days after the marathon. Thankfully the guys at Biotech Limb and Brace loaned me a knee to use just for that one weekend. I put it to good use. Unlike the marathon, the 10K was faster in pace and I hurt from the minute we started until the second we stopped. It was Sean’s idea for me to run it and work myself off of the shock my body was in from the long distance I ran a few days earlier, it really did help. My body ached as we ran but with the support of a group of runners from Combat Fitness Training Facility with me, and Sean setting the pace, I pushed through it and finished in 58 minutes and 54 seconds, I placed 92nd out of 116 in my age group of 30-34 males, I was satisfied.
I have always hated running and all too often I did what I could to avoid it entirely. My new found love for it is a huge surprise. Truthfully, I can’t wait to run another race, I even dream about running. Whenever I’ve heard runners talk about a “runners high”, I always thought they were crazy. I don’t know if I experienced a “high” during the marathon, but I certainly feel the lasting effects of something good and I want more of it. I’m not sure where this will take me next. Maybe, I’ll do a few more marathons; improve my time, and then move on to another type of event. It excites me to imagine the possibilities. I don’t expect those close to me to jump into marathon running, but I do hope they see the joy I find in knowing there are few things I won’t at least try. In my opinion most people have the ability to do all the same things, but allow fear to take over and prevent themselves from feeling the pride of knowing they are in control and hold the power to dictate to their body when enough is enough. You have to quit seeing yourself as weak, unable or beaten. Treating your body as a complex well-oiled machine is the only way you can ever conquer the weakness that spreads within your mind and takes over your life. You must set goals and ask those close to you to hold you to your word. You must train for anything, because anything can happen at any time. You should ask yourself, will you be physically prepared for it? Are you training to be average, or do you want more from life? If you want more, you must put in more. Remember that you can’t just train; you must TRAIN LIKE A MACHINE.
-Special thanks to Kevin High Photography for the incredible images from the Bataan Memorial Death March and Virginia Super Spartan Race.
I received a message on Facebook the other day from a fellow Screaming Eagle that said…
“Hey brother I know you don’t remember me but I was in HHC 1-502. I just wanted you to know that I think it is amazing you don’t let your injuries stop you from enjoying life. How do you do it? I’ve just got a screwed up back and TBI and I just can’t find a way to understand why and how to move on. If you have any advice I’d love to hear it. Thanks”
My short answer to him was- fitness. I am a true believer that the healthier you are, the happier you are. But, his message made me think more about my own personal trials and how fitness has helped me.
Immediately following my injury, I avoided drinking alcohol because I knew it was a trap so many people fall into after a serious injury. I also decided to come off of all pain medications as quickly as possible to prevent an addiction to prescription drugs. After losing my arm and leg, as well as suffering from other injuries, I entered what’s known as the 5 stages of grief. It began with denial, I felt as though the loss of two limbs, following the initial shock, wasn’t that big of a deal. I chose not to experience most of what Walter Reed Army Medical Center and the numerous veterans organizations had to offer and I didn’t bond well with the other injured veterans in my same situation. Truthfully, I was an arrogant jerk that refused help and thought my recovery would be better than the others because I didn’t see myself as injured. This lasted for months, practically close to a year and seemed to overlap into the next stage, anger.
The anger seemed to stem from the denial. Because I was blind to what was actually going on, little things would set me off like a time bomb. Loosing my arm above the elbow meant that there were countless tasks, small and big that at first felt truly impossible. I would get so frustrated and blow up on those around me when I couldn’t get something done as easily as I could prior to my injury. I felt so helpless trying to open something like a pickle jar and then having to ask my wife to do it for me, I started to feel useless. On top of all that, I was trying to walk on a prosthetic leg which had a knee I couldn’t control like my own. I would fall in the house and every so often in public. When I was outside I was so paranoid of falling, that my full concentration revolved around walking from point A to point B. That would build up anger which I suppressed until I was home and then I would lash out over something as minor as trying to find the T.V. remote. A vicious cycle began in which I became mad at myself but then tried to not get mad at what I couldn’t help yet, somehow my anger still came out later over something so trivial. And though I was off medication, after a year I figured I beat the ‘over drinking’ possibility and allowed myself to have one, two, maybe 8 drinks every once and a while. But suddenly every once and a while became every day, and eventually I found myself at stage 3, bargaining.
I mean, why couldn’t I have a drink whenever I wanted one? I sacrificed two limbs for this country. I was forced to live in a way that wasn’t normal to what I was once used to. Everything I did took much more energy and work to accomplish, even just tying my own shoes. I deserved a drink whenever I wanted a drink! It kept me grounded, calm and relaxed. I earned it. And, it slowly ate away at everything I used to stand for. Nothing mattered more than getting a drink, hanging out with the guys and doing the one thing that felt good, the one thing that allowed me to forget my injuries. This self medication spiral I entered was clearly never good for me. I was out of shape, miserable and hard to be around at times. It was the over lapping and reoccurrences of denial, anger and bargaining that led me into the worst stage of all, depression.
I remember days where I wouldn’t leave the house. I slept on the couch, I was up all night watching anything that was on television. I spent hours on the computer researching random topics just to keep busy. Just recalling those times today makes me sad. I felt too tired to be angry, or anything else. I put on my happy face when I went out in public but I really just wanted to be left alone. Each day seemed to put me further and further into a deep dark hole that seemed impossible to climb out of, and I didn’t have the strength to try even if I could.
Just as things got as bad as they could possibly get, my cousin invited me to workout with him. I thought “whatever” I could use a little gym time. Suddenly what began as a visit to the gym turned into the uphill battle out of the pits of depression that I needed. It started slow, a few days a week. My diet went from beer, cigarettes and junk food to protein shakes, grilled chicken, and water. I found that working out wasn’t as easy as it was before, not only because I had allowed myself to get so out of shape, but because of my injuries. Looking back, it was my injuries that made it interesting and new. It was as though I was 14 again and in a weightlifting room for the first time. working out became a trial and error process in which I got to find out what worked and what didn’t. My attitude changed, my goals changed, more importantly, my life changed. I slowly became healthier and happier.
It is estimated that approximately 50% of people who start an exercise program will quit within 6 months (Wilson & Brookfield, 2009). I had tried getting back into shape a few times before it finally stuck shortly after my injury. What helped this time was actually making the commitment. A person cannot make a drastic change without a drastic shift in their entire life. I started with setting realistic goals for myself. I kept track of every workout, every pound, every repetition and every set. I used this information to build off of and as encouragement when I wasn’t seeing or feeling the change going on inside and outside of my body. I competed in numerous events, small ones at first but then I entered bigger and longer competitions and challenges. None of the above happened overnight and truthfully, I am still not quite where I want to be physically, but it’s my desire for more that pushes me further.
When someone new meets me, they sometimes assume I am different than most. They think I have the secrets to success which enable me to compete. That, I may have suffered an injury but my body is designed to race. Anyone who thinks that is wrong. I struggled, and continue to struggle, as we all do. Getting healthy and staying healthy is not an easy task for any of us. It is not a hobby but a complete lifestyle change, a lifestyle change that can and will better your life. We all have challenges, our injuries are different but they are never a good excuse. We all struggle with balancing our time between work and family yet we somehow find the time to watch television but not time to be fit. Its proper time management that we lack, not lack of time.
My climb out of the darkness of depression was not easy, but I have seen it as possible. My stages of grief were necessary for me to grow and to finally reach the acceptance stage of my injuries. I wouldn’t change anything that has happened to me, I am honestly better for it. My training grows with me, and, I have no desire to quit anytime soon. Telling someone to be healthier is like spitting into the wind. It takes showing them that anything is possible that changes lives. Don’t tell someone why you can’t do something, show them how strong you are because you overcame those obstacles. Above all, let those around you see that you don’t just train, you Train Like a Machine.
This past weekend I participated in my 3rd Warrior Dash Event which is a 5k running series consisting of at least 12 obstacles followed by a festival complete with live music, turkey legs and beer. It is a fun, easy adventure that attracts various levels of experience and fitness.
Obstacle course racing has seen incredible growth over the last few years. It has become an extremely popular way of ‘mixing things up’ from your average 5k run and fundraiser. Most races are put on with a goal of supporting an organization. Warrior Dash offers the opportunity to be a St. Jude Warrior and as the website says, “By becoming a St. Jude Warrior, your fundraising will not only inspire hope in children who need it the most, but you’ll earn some pretty awesome prizes along the way!” As your fundraising grows, so do the prizes, there is even the chance to raise enough money and win a trip to participate in the Australian Warrior Dash. If there are two things people love, it is doing something good for a charity and getting free stuff.
The fun involved with these types of races is very appealing. It’s Halloween every race day regardless of the time of year with large crowds showing up dressed in ridiculous costumes. I find it a good excuse to sport a kilt and the occasional red beard to celebrate my Scottish heritage. The costumes and beards are encouraged with the most ridiculous costume and best warrior beard contest (women are not excluded from the best beard contest). Between the fundraising and fun involved, I personally encourage everyone I know to participate in races like the Warrior Dash.
I was extremely happy that this past weekend Warrior Dash made its way to Alabama, a state that according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) reports is ranked one of the highest in terms of number of adults who are overweight and obese. A 5k race through mud and obstacles is something exciting that inspires many participants to better themselves in terms of living a healthier and more active lifestyle. One race could challenge them enough to eat healthier and join a gym or start running a few days a week. I have seen participants that have done nothing to prepare for a Warrior Dash and realized that it wasn’t like doing a marathon which takes months of preparation. But, it was just enough for them to see that a healthier body could push them to become a little faster and enjoy the race that much more. Of course, there are also those extremely fit individuals that are able to fly through the course with ease. These participants are usually looking to race for the fastest time. Even at a short distance a challenge is there if you seek it. No one would tell a 100 meter Olympic sprinter he is wasting his time because it isn’t 26.2 miles would they? I met one guy that ran the 8, 9, 10 and 11 o’clock waves, 4 laps around the course (12.4 miles). I would say that he falls into the fit category and I would imagine that he participates in several races and other events each year. When you are able to run like that, you are still there for the same reason as everyone else, to support a charity and have a great time.
Each Warrior Dash event attracts thousands of participants and spectators creating a big push for the local economy. According to the National Association of Sports Commissions (NASC), direct spending on average by Warrior Dash attendees from one event is $4.5 million. Of this total, the average revenue generated is $1.3 million from hotel sales, $1.3 million from restaurant sales, $849,000 from local store sales and $823,000 from attendee gas sales. The survey also reports on average 26.9% of attendees purchase local hotel rooms, 63% of attendees dine at local restaurants, 32% of attendees shop at local businesses and 23.5% of attendees purchase gas from local stations.
From what I have observed over the last few years, a 5k mud run with obstacles, live music, food, beer, great people watching, money raised for a reputable charity, excellent revenue for local businesses and fun for those of any shape, size and athleticism doesn’t leave a person with any reason not to put such an event on their calendar. If you are now considering going to a 5k mud run as a spectator, I encourage you to skip that step and instead register to race. I promise you, one race and you will want more, after a while you will want to go bigger. Warrior Dash is the gateway drug to a more active, healthier and happier you.
Before you know it, you will be at the gym training like a machine! See you at the next race.
- A special thanks to Stephen Tyler for providing the images used in this post.
Early into the summer of 2011 I came across a picture of a double amputee (one leg above the knee and one leg below the knee) on his attempt to climb Mt Kilimanjaro. I found the image incredibly inspiring and realized that I suddenly had the urge to climb my own mountain. I never considered mountain climbing before, but then again, I had never considered most other things that I’ve done in my life and have done well. So, from that moment on I set out to find my way to and up a mountain. How does one do that? after all, I had no idea where or who to turn to for research or guidance so I decided to do what most of us do these days to find an answer and that is Google. For several weeks I entered random searches on “mountain climbing”, “amputee mountain climbing”, “wounded warrior mountain climbing,” so on and so fourth. Since I wasn’t real sure what I should be looking for, I chose not to settle for the first site I come across. I did however, come across one website that was consistently popping up on my searches and it was the website of Tim Wayne Medvets and The Heroes Project. He was the first person I emailed and as luck would have it, he was the only person I had to reach out to as Tim called me a day later. Tim’s vision for his organization was to take 7 injured veterans and for each of them to climb one of the 7 summits of the world.
Usually, when I meet/speak with someone in a business setting I try to remain professional and somewhat reserved. But, for some reason, I was feeling extra cocky the first day that I spoke with Tim . So, when we discussed the possibility of The Heroes Project taking me on one of their climbs I proclaimed, “I want a mountain and I need a real challenge, nothing easy, I want to be tested.” I said it as though I were interviewing Tim, Luckily, it worked in my favor. Tim called me just a few days later and informed me that I was chosen by the board as a climber and he added that it was my arrogance that he liked. I later found out that there was a plan to take a veteran with a visual impairment to Carstenzs Pyramid in Indonesia because it is one of the most technically challenging of the 7 summits. It is not to say that being blind would make it an easy climb, in fact it would be very difficult, but, at the time that was the plan for the climb. Tim liked the idea of pushing the limits and when he mentioned taking me, a double amputee, he was told it was a bad idea. One of the many things Tim and I have in common is that when we are told that we can’t do something we have to prove that it can be done. Tim felt as though I was the perfect candidate to take on Carstenzs Pyramid and that is how my journey to the mountain began.
From the moment I made the decision to pursue this goal, I knew that I had to step up my training. The time I spent at the gym was good enough for the races I entered but for such an intense climb I needed to get to the next level. I have always loved fitness and pushing myself in the gym but, I always knew that having someone train me, push me and challenge me would elevate me to that next level. A few years earlier, I had met Sean Dickson, a Special Forces Soldier that had become the owner and trainer at Combat Fitness Training Facility in Hoover, AL. Sean is a fierce competitor who knows how to push others. Whether someone is just looking to get into better shape, compete or in my case, climb a mountain in a way that has never been done before, Sean is able to design that perfect plan. Like a scientist splitting atoms, Sean is an expert in his field and takes every training session extremely seriously.For that reason, I decided to join CFTF and have Sean train me.
I still knew that I needed more than just more strength and endurance training, I needed to spend time tied to a rope, hanging off the sides of rocks to simulate my mountain. Luckily, I found First Avenue Rocks in Birmingham, the only rock climbing gym in the area. I decided to stop by the facility one day, the minute I walked in,I was greeted by a man named Joe Ortega. I began to explain to him all about my up coming trip, that I needed someone to help me quickly and safely learn to climb and more importantly, do it for free because I did not have the funds to pay for the training. It turned out that Joe- the owner, was once a medic in the Army and his father was a Veteran that served in the 101st just like I did. Joe had no problem telling me,”We’ll do it!” I was very excited with how well everything was coming together. Joe began taking me to climb in places I never knew existed in Alabama, and helped me become a decent climber. The last piece of the puzzle was Biotech Limb and Brace which as always are dedicated to making sure my legs are able to handle my intense training and ready for my climb. Biotech has also become a very critical sponsor helping me purchase some of my expensive climbing gear.
We are set to climb this November and I cannot wait. I want this climb now, more than I could’ve ever imagined. I want it for myself, to inspire others, specifically for anyone that has been told they couldn’t do something. But, something deeper is at the heart of my climb. A close friend of mine, Ethan Biggers, whom I served in Iraq with both in 2003 and again in 2005 was shot 2 months after I was injured and was in a coma when he arrived at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in D.C. Where I was recovering. I became close with his wonderful family and was crushed a year later when I got the phone call with the news that he had passed away. When his sister Liza heard I was going to climb a mountain she called their brother Matt and told him of my upcoming trip. Matt made a plaque in Ethan’s memory and asked me to place it atop Carstenzs Pyramid, it has now become the ultimate reason for pushing myself daily.
I don’t want to climb this difficult mountain, I need to climb this mountain. I know when I reach the summit it will be emotional, after all a lot is being poured into this climb. Not only by myself in training, but by my sponsors who believe in me, the memory of Ethan and all those incredible men that I served with and who are not here with us anymore, those who’ve made the ultimate sacrifice. I can’t and I won’t let those men down, I believe that nothing pushes the human body more than that. All that is left to do before the climb is to train like a machine!
- All images are courtesy of Ellie Marks