I went to a Shitlord convention today and it was glorious....with only a couple of exceptions. I ran in a Spartan Super today in Diablo Grande, California. 9 miles of hilly trail running with about 25 obstacles or feats-of-strength. It is not easy, so hams tend not to enter, like they do in shorter Spartan races. My wife volunteered at one of the water stations and I walked around the expo while I waited for my starting time. It was wonderful to be out in public and not have my eyes assaulted by hams everywhere. As I walked around, I saw hundred and hundreds of wonderful fitness-minded folks....and about ten hams. Most of these hams were sitting in the shade drinking sports beetus, but a couple actually entered the race. It is funny when hams try to do people things. After I finished, my wife told me about her time at the water station (at mile 1.8). She had to call for medical attention for a "racer" who had overexerted herself and could not continue.  Mrs. ChipSlap "She was HUGE. I don't know why she thought she could run this course and do the obstacles." A few minutes later, she pointed over my shoulder and said "that's her." I turned around and saw the biggest fat fuck I had seen all day. A former woman of average height who was at least 260 pounds stuffed to spandex. It's face was bright red and it was drinking a Gatorade. I also had occasion to talk to the guys in the Army Recruiting booth. Nice guys, one of whom had been stationed in the same German city as myself. I asked them if they ever got anybody to enlist at one of these events. They said sometimes, and that it was a great venue because all the people were so fit. Then they gave me an earful of how hard it is to find fit recruits and we made fun of hams for a few minutes. A good time.