Stray Cat Butts – Those Damn Stinkers

Stray cat butts happen.  It’s a fact.  Sometimes a challenge comes along I didn’t plan for.  Writing my novel, learning to play the guitar, and taking dramatic photos of the veggies I grow in my garden are objectives I’ve put down on paper and I am tackling them with all my butt-kicking strength.  Out of the blue, here comes an unexpected challenge, but worthy objective: The Spartan Race.  I wasn’t planning on it, nor had I even thought about it, but here it was.

If you are not familiar with the Spartan racing circuit, I will try to briefly explain.  It is a race full of challenging obstacles, like a rope climb, wall jumps, tire pulls, etc., and everything comes with mud, lots and lots of mud.  This isn’t something I’ve done before but my husband and a couple of friends were going to do it with me, so I was in.  As the race got closer, I started seeing some cat butts pop up.  My friends dropped out; they had really good reasons (not cat butts).  Like any person used to stumbling on fur covered ass and tail, I started thinking about some excuses to dropout too, but all I came up with were sad little cat butts.  Besides, my husband was still going . . . .until he told me he wasn’t.  So here is the cat butt conundrum: I could drop out; after all, I didn’t pay for it.  I volunteered my time during the race course build in return for free entry.  (My husband helped with this and we got free hoodies out of the deal.)  No one would really blame me if I dropped out, but I could not stomach the idea of a random cat butt getting in my way.   After all, I’m on a mission to tackle useless excuses that make me feel better about not finishing something I start, right?  Just because I was a little scared about running this Hari-kari race on my own wasn’t a good reason; it was just a cat butt.  And I kicked its ass.

I won’t lie; the race was tough and I didn’t complete every obstacle challenge.  (Each challenge a racer failed meant completing 30 burpees before continuing.)  However, I did complete more obstacles than I failed and I finished the race quite bruised and muddy, but I finished.  To top it off, I had a great time; I will most definitely do it again.

Spartan Race 2014. Karen kicking some cat butt

Spartan Race 2014. Karen kicking some cat butt

So “IN YOUR FACE RANDOM CAT BUTT!”  I beat you! I feel like saying, “Look kiddies, if I can do it, you can too.”  But that sounds goofy.  The fact is random cat butts are always going to pop up.  Some of them will be fatter and stinkier than others.  I might not always beat them either, but I am certainly going to try.  I’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Another cat butt “done gone”!