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Corn Fed Spartans Meet Legend of the Death Race 2012 Part III
Featured Corn Fed: Wendy Macleod
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Spartan Race Fenway Park Timed Trial by: Candie Bobick

Corn Fed Spartans Meet Legend of the Death Race 2012 Part III

My thinking was in the right place as was Rodrigo. Problem was, my legs were telling me to piss off. I had never been a strong runner and this was proving it. As Rodrigo pulled away, I was cussing at myself and pissed that I wasn’t able to turn it up. I finished a few 1077_10151253167303766_723562506_nminutes behind everyone so not terrible and I knew my overall time was still putting me close to T.J.

Our next task was to do the strong man competition again, thankfully, not for time. It felt like more of a break than anything even though I felt like I went through it pretty quickly. The heavy stuff was definitely something I had been training for and I felt in my element when it came to that type of thing. With the sun up and shining, we all felt more rejuvenated and ready for what lay ahead. What lay ahead, after the strong man, was more wood chopping…….and more wood chopping! Enough to fill 2 pallets, which just seemed like an eternity but with the sun, friends, and family being there, it went pretty smoothly with all of us trading laughs, getting pictures taken, and our conversations turning into locker room talk more often than not made things very uplifting.

The next task was interesting. Stage 8 had us taking yet another hike to Indian Lake with us not knowing exactly what was in store for us. Another 3-4 miles on the legs and we reached the edge of the Lake as were prompted to go for a bit of a swim to retrieve keys stuck in ice cubes. The three of us decided it was probably best to strip down to our bare essentials so we could keep our clothes dry. The 54150_10152244097115582_1307454875_ofirst set of iced keys was thrown fairly close to shore, which did not really help because the water was hypothermia cold. The second set was thrown out what we thought swimming distance. Luckily, it was only a little over waist deep, but I think it took my goods off guard and was like a turtle’s head when it gets attacked and snapped right back inside itself. Just spending that little amount of time in the water and my legs were already getting numb with how cold the water was. I don’t think any of us would have finished if we would have had to swim that lake…

One thing that was not a stage but that we were required to do was pick up all the flags from everywhere we had went the previous 16 hours. So, the three of us started our trek back up the hill to the Chapel, picking up flags and signs and trading off putting them in each other’s buckets. We enjoyed the scenic view from atop the place only hours before we did hundreds of burpees. We continued along the all the paths picking up as we went. With it being a Saturday, several people with dogs were there, very happy, always inquisitive as to what we were doing and saying hi, have a nice day. I have no idea how long we were out there doing that but it probably took us a few hours to get everything and get back to base.

169462_10152243839985582_1042539917_oNow it was time to bust open the ice cubes and get the keys to unlock the box that would tell us what stage 9 would have us do. What could be worse than what we had already gone through? Nothing, right? Well, we thought so too, until we read what Tony had written on the backside of a piece of bark. Three mile hike…not bad, huh? Except that was not all of it….add our gear AND both our sand pills in our bucket and that is one hell of a 3 miles. At that point, the three of us knew the end was near and were ready for it. So, we started hiking with it and it was going pretty well until the handle of my Home Depot bucket broke and could not be put back on…thank God of

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T.J.’s generosity. The way his pack was, his bucket fit into his pack to create a sort of base allowing him to not have to worry about carrying it by the handle. He promptly switched buckets with me and we continued. By the way T.J., I still have your bucket if you want it and thank you. Considering how much we all were sore and tired and, well, you know, we were not beat. As we approached the end, I was getting that feeling that things were going to get a little heated for the finish.

55607_10152244364075582_1946236228_oStage 10, the final stage, was an all-out competition to see who would get done first. I did not quite realize it till it was too late, which I feel could have been the reason I did not win, maybe I still would not have, it’s just the competitive side coming out in me, and I hate losing! It started off with 100 dive bombers and 100 full sit-ups (which I still think is bad for your back and voiced it then. Sorry Tony, I think it may have been more me being tired than anything.) T.J. was in the lead from the beginning and I was roughly 15-20 behind him. I did not realize until I took off after him for our 1.5 mile run that this was the finale. I took off and knew I was catching him. I also knew that Rodrigo, once done, would be going all out to so I knew I needed to get 54247_10152244485890582_746744300_osome distance between him and I. At the turnaround and I was still catching up to T.J. From there we stayed about the same distance apart pacing each other. Seemed like every time I would pick up the pace so would T.J. Great job to T.J.


for his 1st place and I finished right after he did. Thankfully, we finished when we did because Rodrigo was flying to catch up. Great job Rodrigo!



With this being my first 20+ hour event, I know I can go longer and harder. I am tailoring my training to maximize every ounce of myself for longer events. My thanks goes to Tony for creating this event to let us know where we are at and help us find out what needs done to go further. Thank you Chad for offering up your place for us to stay and allowing us to help you chop wood…lol! Thanks to all competitors for being there and pushing yourself because it made me do the same. All I can say is that this kind of racing is where it’s at. I found myself searching for and reaching deep inside to go on. If you ever talked with my Laura, she would tell you I am not one that says I’m done. I am a hard-nosed, stubborn person and I have plenty of people and things from my past and present I can go to, either positive or negative, that will not allow me to stop. This May, a beast if coming, will you be there?

Featured Corn Fed: Wendy Macleod

Featured Corn Fed

By: Wendy Macleod

What was your first OCR?
Spartan Sprint June 2012

What is your next OCR?
Spartan Beast December 9th 2012

Wendy, please tell us more about yourself.

I guess the thing that defined me the most was being sick.  I learned more about me… I had to if I was going to be healthy again.

I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia 6 years ago.. at the time I had been training for a marathon. Then the pain was really bad and the doctor told me to stop.. it took a while to be diagnosed and I had to retire from my job.
I spent the next  3 years eating ice cream  and watching TV. I was on canes, afraid to leave my home in case I fell.. couldn’t walk much and was looking at purchasing a scooter. I gained a lot of weight.. I was depressed.
My life felt useless, my young daughter could not even hug me without me wincing in pain. My marriage went from bad to worse.

Finally I decided I was done with that.. I wanted ME back!
I stopped eating bad food, drank lots of water and started walking… in a few months I left that relationship and was looking forward to being happy.
NOPE!  3 months later I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. The next year was all surgeries and chemo and radiation. I got up and walked 35 KM ( no training) to raise awareness for women’s cancer in the middle of all this. I’m stubborn what can I say?

I lost what little muscle I had due to the chemo but slowly I got myself back together and joined a gym. That’s where I saw an ad for the Spartan Sprint. 3 weeks before the Sprint I asked the trainer to train me to do it. I didn’t care about my time.. this was me getting ME back and telling not only Cancer that I kicked it’s butt but also Fibro!

It took me 55 minutes to do it. I felt like a rock star. My daughter was a Spartan Princess and she put my medal around my neck! It was so awesome!
Now I just want to do more. I did the Super in NJ…decided last minute so no real training for that and am now going for the Beast on December 9th which will be my 51st birthday!!

I may be slow but I wont’ quit!  This Canadian girl is stubborn! I’m looking forward to meeting some of you face to face if you are still there on the 9th and doing more races. I feel alive and found ME in that mud!! The Beast will also mean my Trifecta!

Next time you see Wendy on the obstacle course be sure to say hi! We would like to thank Wendy for her time and for sharing a little piece of her story with the rest of us. Keep up the amazing work, Wendy! We’ll see you again soon at the next race!

So I wrote this not yet being a contributor on the webpage, and now that I am I felt like I should reblog. Unfortunately this is a nuts and bolts breakdown of the race and doesn’t highlight the teamwork and camaraderie that comes with the Corn Fed name

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Hello everyone, I felt it was time to tell you a little bit about myself and my story of how I came to be a Corn Fed Spartan and a Spartan race finisher. When my family and I lived in Iowa, my boyfriend came to me with suggestion of going to a Spartan race, of course I had never even heard of it before. He and our daughter signed up and as time passed and we got closer to race day the excitement in the family was reaching high levels. When we arrived in Indiana I was asked to drive by the location of the race site, little did I know that this preview drive by would become a ritual for us. The following day Rick began to introduce us to some of the members of Corn Fed. During this race everyone began the race as a group, my daughter & I ran after the group taking as many pictures of everyone as possible, My daughter ran her very first JR Spartan race and received a beautiful medal. Rick finished just in time to watch her run the second lap and finish the race. Watching my family finish these races and I just felt such a pride, one that I had never felt before.

Once we got home and the excitement began to fade I later joined the facebook page of Corn Fed. This way I was be able to upload the many pictures I took at the event. I honestly can say that I did not understand the passion everyone had and the dedication they had to one another. In addition, I thought that the mobile pictures of logs and huge tires was insane. Who keeps a huge log in the car to run around with?  This event and those mobile uploads were my initial introduction to both Spartan Race & Corn Fed Spartan – and I absolutely did not get it. As months and events have passed I found myself feeling that I made a mistake and misjudged what I once thought was insanity. I have been to Spartan races in Indiana, Virginia, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Illinois and Massachusetts… and that is just the beginning. With time, the names on Facebook have turned into faces, which turned into long conversations.I have found myself coming more to the family I have meet through Corn Fed than my life long friends. Our friendships have grown and I feel very lucky that my crazy boyfriend dragged me into this family. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

I decided along with my boyfriend that we would conquer my first race and his 7th race. Joining us were 4 of our very own Corn Fed Spartans, little did I know they would play such a huge role on this day. On November 17th, 2012 six of us were standing side by side at the starting line at a 100 year old iconic stadium: Fenway Park in Boston, Massachusetts. The race started off with 10 burpees followed by a Corn Fed special of 50 jumping jacks. Seconds into the race I realized I was already tired and because of that I did not want to stop. We continued to duck and dodge and jump throughout the stadium. Some of the obstacles I felt were easy , jumping over walls was one of the funnest parts of the race. I am sure I wasn’t graceful but it was one of the few obstacles I was able to do confidently. Some of the other parts of the race were far more difficult then I thought they would be. I was carrying a huge jug of water and very slowly and I made it down the stairs, I placed the water jug down for a moment to take a break. The next thing I knew my teammates were coming back for me cheering me on and a goddess came and grabbed the water jug and walked with me. At that moment, for the very first time I realized what it truly meant to be Corn Fed.

We continued on, as a group and after a stadium of stairs and many obstacles we made it to the sand bag carry. A fellow Spartan helped me put the sand bag on my shoulders and I began the climb up the never ending stairs as I reached the top I felt that I could not go on, I dropped the sand bag and after Rick picked up my sand bag and began walking towards to the bottom I continued to walk, empty handed. Somewhere in the middle my goddess once again appeared, I could barely lift a sand bag onto her shoulders. Somehow we managed and she helped me complete yet another obstacle. We once again continued on, as a group and approached the finish line. My beautiful JR Spartans were waving posters at the finish line reading Corn Fed Cuties! One by one we crossed the finish line & what amazing feeling. The race was pure inspiration, I was supported and cheered on the entire time. Filled with hugs and high fives and my three Jr Spartans cheering us on in the distance with their beautiful posters. This race was pure and honest and it told me everything that I needed to know. First of all, if I want to continue doing spartan races I am going to need to work and work hard. Secondly, with my team – everything is possible.

  We gathered to take pictures, first just the ladies, then the six of us. The very next thing I knew my boyfriend was down and one knee holding with a beautiful engagement ring. I was numb and shaking uncontrollably, I saw nothing beyond us both, heard nothing but his voice saying will you marry me?  I could not get a sound out yet some how managed to say yes. Never in my life did I ever think I would be proposed to behind home plate in Fenway Park. Never once did I think I would do these insane challenges for fun and it would consume my life. Never did I think I would enjoy the mud, bruises and extreme challenges and crave another after another. This has become a part of our life – we have become Corn Fed and everything it represents and I could never ask for a better, inspirational, insane, honest, dedicated family. Thank you for welcoming us with open arms….

We are home!!!


Spartan Race Fenway Park Timed Trial by: Candie Bobick

Soooo… it’s been awhile since I’ve written. What better way to bring me back than one of the most amazing days I’ve had the joy of living so far this life.  After a long, long drive… 16ish hours and very little sleep… 4ish hours, so many memories were made.

A group of Cornfed Spartans decided it would be an awesome idea to drive to Boston and run the 1st ever Spartan Race Timed Trial INSIDE Fenway Park.  Cool right?  You have no idea!  At about 6:30am we were able to hear music from the park, which was right across the street from our hotel.  As we crowded in the window we could see Spartans running along the walkways and stopping just long enough to pick up huge water jugs to then carry down and back up stairs.  I was so excited I could barely contain myself!  We met up with the rest of our team and made our way over to Fenway Park.  Registration was awesome, gear was killer, the air was alive with excitement.  First of all to be able to run a Spartan Race inside a 100 year old Stadium was Epic enough, but to be able to it with some of the greatest people I have ever known brought it to an entirely new level.

Pictures, laughter, anxiety… is my bib on straight?  I hate when my bibs not straight!  Everyone ready?  Wait!  I have to pee!  In line before we know it and ready to go!  No one had any idea what to expect, we were just ready to kill it!  At the start… first obstacle?  10 burpees!  I love burpees!  We got this!  I almost lost my teeth at one point during the over / under stretchy cord obstacles that seemed to go on forever!  Leave it to me to get my ankle twisted up in 2 of them!  We may or may not have mooned each other at one point too.  Yup, full moon!  There was a water jug carry and of course in Cornfed Style those that finished early went to get their teammate’s jugs to help.  We had 6, 7, and 8 foot walls.  We ALL made it over. There was running up and down stairs, in between rows, ball slams, hand release pushups, 500 meter row, more burpees, rope climb, herculean hoist, ladders, cargo nets, spear throw, traverse wall, ball throw, 20 pound rope jump rope- yea, that sucked, 60 pound sandbag carry up and down the aisles…which of course no sandbag was left behind, lift and carry heavy shit, more burpees, box jumps… I live for this stuff!!!  We had a pretty major injury on a 6 foot wall, but the determination was so fierce to finish and get that Trifecta that there was no stopping!  The finish is right around the corner, but first… The Gladiator Pit!  I was talking shit and then charged them!  Of course, they ignored me and went after my friends.  I was hoping they were going to take me out and let my teammates go… wrong!

As we hugged and smiled and posed for pictures we had no idea what was still waiting at the end.  We lost a teammate and we were all yelling at him to “Get over here for pictures!”  He finally came over and before anyone even realized what happened, he was on one knee, holding up the most beautiful ring to the most beautiful woman, while our Junior Cornfed Spartans stood behind us with the signs that read, “Maribel, Will You Marry Me?” TEARS!  I looked up and caught my teammate mirroring my happy tears and it was like time stopped!  Of course, she said yes as the announcer yelled out, ” We have a Cornfed proposal!”  Words truly cannot capture how perfect everything was at this exact moment!!!!
I have had many pretty cool life experiences, I have made many friends, I have traveled all over the place, I have experienced good and bad… Nothing compares to the love I have for my Cornfed Spartan Family and the experiences we have shared and the memories we have made.  The best part?  This is just the beginning! Missy, Laura, Sarah, Maribel and Rick… thank you so much for making this race the best one so far!  I only hope I have encouraged and motivated you even half as much that you all have me!  The rest of my Cornfed Family…. please know, not a day goes by that I don’t realize how lucky I am and how truly grateful I am to have each and every one of you in my life!   Thank you for welcoming me into your family and running with me, pulling me, pushing me, guiding me and loving me!  I can’t wait to see what 2013 holds for us!

Read more by Candie Bobick on her blog: My Once Upon A Happily Ever After…

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