When I am with The Spartan, there is a 100% chance I will be physically exhausted by the end of a memorable day. “I bet there’ll be some fish past those kelp beds,” he tells me as we unpack our dive gear on the beach and look 200 meters out to sea.
The 31-year-old does not “hang out. ” Rather, he goes on “missions. ” The last time we were together I contracted a severe case of poison oak as we trudged through the wilderness to forage wild mushrooms. (The Spartan does not get poison oak, supposedly, because he eats it periodically).
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