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Spartan Up!

Spartan up

Spartan Up! is a book by Joseph De Sena. This book is set up to help you conquer the everyday obstacles that will undoubtedly come your way. It also tackles tough issues such as childhood obesity and poor nutrition.

Hundreds of companies have used Joe’s Spartan Up methods to build even more successful business operations, while thousands upon thousands of individuals have used the same principles to change their lives.

I, myself, have enjoyed the challenges offered by the Spartan Race. It pushed me to my limits and seemed to calm my nerves. I had recently accepted a promotion, and things were tough at work; however, none of that factored in during the race. I was so focused on completing the task, that those things faded into the background (which is where they belong). Instead of concerning myself with my job, I took my wife’s hand and together we proudly conquered obstacle after obstacle. Together, with other every day warriors, we went the distance and earned the medals that were placed around our necks.

Helping Hand

Spartan Race drives competitors to their very limit to learn what they are capable of and sets a new frame of reference; one th ey can draw upon in the face of life’s harshest challenges. Competitors climb ropes, crawl under barbed wire, and jump over fire, as well as a host of other boot-camp-like maneuvers. Everyday disappointments and setbacks seem small when you’ve been to the other side of hell and made it back as a victor.

  • Getting Spartan fit: Survival of the Fittest means training outside the gym for strength, endurance and flexibility for your entire body—and don’t forget those burpees!
  • Moving mountains: Whether metaphorical mountains or the ones on which Spartans race, what you think of as your limitations can actually be a mere starting point for transformation.
  • Finding the will to succeed: The first half of a race you run with your legs; the second half you run with your mind. Turn your pain into an outboard motor to drive you forward.
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Posted by on March 14, 2014 in From the Desk of the Author


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Spartan Race Championship on NBC Dec 7th

Helping Hand

Hey Everybody

I wanted to remind everybody about the Spartan Race Championship on NBC.

It airs on December 7th.

Spartan Race is on a mission to get you active, healthy, excited about change, and return to our ancient roots where running through woods, getting dirty, and facing adversity was part of everyday life. Our events are all about challenging today’s perception of normal.

Our events challenge the familiar, today’s perception of normal living and getting you out of your comfort zone! At Spartan Race, we do this everyday and it shapes everything we do.

Having experienced many different racing events, we wanted to make adventure racing more accessible to everyone, but do not be fooled by the word ‘accessible’, as our events have a challenge for everyone’s needs.

Spartan Race now introduces a level for everyone beginning with the entry level Spartan Sprint, intermediate level Super Spartan, the advanced Spartan Beast, and the ‘99.9% need not apply’ extreme level Death Race.

Whatever your level, Spartan Race will test your strength, stamina, and sense of humor.

Here is a 15% discount to get you started


Keep your eyes open for more deals and free giveaway from The Kraken’s Wake


Posted by on November 25, 2013 in From the Desk of the Author


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Spartan Race contest

The Spartan Race free giveaway is officially over. I received and email today and Glynn found the magic words. I really enjoyed being able to give something away. I think I will try to do this more often. For those of you who searched in vain, I thank you. Don’t forget here is a link to get 15% off the race

Congratulations Glynn S.!



Posted by on May 23, 2013 in From the Desk of the Author


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New Tagline!

Hey folks,

I want some ideas on a new tagline. Currently it is “Catch All News Of Delphia Here” which is fine, but I am not sure it is all that catchy (get it? I am such a dork) Anyway, I wanted to take some suggestions from the people who actually read my stuff. What do you think of when you come here? What do you expect from my posts? Should I do more sketches, less stories? Or less sketches, more stories?

The Kraken’s Wake is a seedy seaside tavern located in the therian city of Shadowmire. (Keep that in mind for your tagline ideas)

Put your ideas for a new tagline in the comments section, and when I have several I will set up a poll. Thanks for your help on this. I want people to keep coming back, so I am always willing to listen to new ideas.



Posted by on March 16, 2013 in From the Desk of the Author


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Reif Wins!


The targets were placed and the contestants were ready. The crowd was large and included the elven princess, Damara. The archery contest of Alhaven was the most prolific bow contest in Delphia. The greatest archers from Pinevale to Dundersnuff would all come to compete. It was a joyous time, and the only time the elves allowed guests near to their home. The elven king, Typherius, had tried to cancel the contest but his people had convinced him to continue.

The field had been narrowed down over the last two days, and only three contestants remained. There were two male elves and ,to everyone’s surprise, a dwarf. Sinto, the first elf, stepped to the line. He had blonde hair which was braided behind his ears. Sinto was the female’s choice, for he was lovely and of strong build. His green eyes narrowed as he focused on his target. He raised his bow, white wood with intricate etchings of green, and pulled his swan-fletched arrow from his quiver. Sinto made a great spectacle of every motion, flexing his arms which he was always sure not to cover.He pulled the arrow back and held the bow steady. The elf kept the pose for a while, showing off his taut muscles. Then he let the arrow fly, but the arrow missed the bullseye by a hand.

The men in the audience giggled at Sinto’s mishap. “Perhaps he shouldn’t have posed for so long,” they teased. But the women cheered all the same, for they did not care about his archery skills; not really. Sinto smiled and gave the crowd a wave, but he could not hide the disappointment in his eyes.

Next the dwarf, Reif, stepped to his line. His hair was light brown, and his beard was neatly braided into several strands. He wore a shirt of earthen tones; simple yet undeniably beautiful. Reif had become a fan favorite with his powerful bow burying arrows to the fletching. He looked around, somewhat nervous. Then the dwarf focused his gaze on the princess as beads of sweat poured from his face.

One of the elves in attendance, Dagoby Trueflight, had intently watched all of the dwarf’s previous shots. Reif had never seemed nervous at any point in the previous competitions. “He is just edgy because it is his final shot,” Dagoby reasoned. However even as he was reasoning, the elf was making his way toward the grandstand where Damara sat. Dagoby was part of an elite elven military unit called Crimson, and he trusted his instincts. He had spent 400 years honing them.

Reif finally tore his eyes from Damara. He toed the grass with his boots, and then knelt. The dwarf picked up some dirt and rubbed it together in his hands. Then he grabbed some grass and threw it in the air as he stood. He was gauging the wind.

Alarms burst out in Dagoby’s mind. The wind would have no effect on his short ranged target shot. “He is planning a longer shot,” the elf declared. He knocked a few people over as he began his sprint to the princess.

Reif had his large black bow clutched, and pulled his falcon-fletched arrows from his ornate quiver. He took a nice deep breath, then drew. Everyone held their breath as well. Then, Reif turned and shot his arrow directly at the princess. Everyone was too shocked to move; everyone except Dagoby.

Dagoby stood directly in front of the princess; an arrow through his shoulder. He had saved the princess; but as he stared out at the contestants, he did not see Reif. The elves and all of the visitors had panicked and were scrambling around. Dagoby knew that they wouldn’t find the dwarf now. He sank to his knees as the pain started to wash over him. “That was a damn good shot,” he laughed through the pain. “Reif wins!”

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Posted by on February 25, 2013 in Penn's Diary


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The Runt of the Litter


A purple nose, tipped with a small white egg tooth, broke free from the confines which had housed the baby for many months. Quickly following was a bright orange tongue, taking in the smells of the new world. The creature was assaulted by the bold odor of life. The scent filled the small burrow, and permeated into the newly opened egg case. The dragon struggled to break free, eager to explore. A second flicker of the tongue brought another smell which was curiously similar to her own. She knew instantly that she had siblings, and hatred sprang to life within her core. It was instinctual, and the baby dragon could not have denied it if she wanted to. However, this dragon did not want to deny her malevolence; she wanted to revel in it.

Her brothers had hatched moments before her. They were larger, and were already stretching and flexing their wings, tails, and necks. The female quickly feigned an injured back leg, and hobbled around her egg shell with a whimper. It was a dangerous ruse. The brothers could have easily killed her together, but she hoped that they hated one another as much as she hated them. The males did not want to waste any energy on the already wounded female, and instead turned their malice on one another. The female dragon’s gamble had paid off.

​The two males attacked each other almost immediately. Jaws, which had never known resistance, tried to penetrate scales that had yet to harden. They fought like gods who had been stripped of their power; lost and unsure. One day these creatures would be the most magnificent creatures inhabiting Delphia, but in their infancy they seemed petty and awkward. One of them struck with his scorpion-like tail, but lacked the power to drive the barb into flesh.

​The female knew she would need energy to survive and escape the burrow alive. She started to eat her shell, every bite strengthening her jaw. She finished her shell quickly, and slowly made her way across the nest to the other two shells. There was no need to keep up the illusion of an injured leg; the males were too busy to pay her any attention. After devouring all three shells, the female dragon felt the need to sleep. She tried to fight against the urge, but was betrayed by her own body.

She woke to find the brothers still wrapped in battle. The eggshells had given her some much needed nutrients, and the rest had granted those nutrients time to absorb into her blood. The two males received neither food nor rest. They were too exhausted to even finish one another off. The female was completely in control of the nest.

She did not immediately attack her siblings, but watched them slowly suffer. Finally, she decided to feed on her brothers. She started with the softer parts, such as the eyes and under arms. The second brother put up more of a fight than the first. He had seen what happened to his brother. Even so, he was no match for the fed and  rested sister. She feasted on them for the next few days.

​Finally, the female dragon decided to start her climb from the burrows. Her orange tongue flicked one last time. The smell of life had been replaced by the stench of death. She preferred it. She began her ascent; clawing through the moist earth. As her head broke free and light blinded her eyes for a moment, she felt fear for the first time. There were too many scents and too many things to see when her eyes finally adjusted.

A soft voice called to her, and instantly eased her fears. It was her mother; she had been waiting for her lone survivor to emerge. The baby dragon climbed upon her mother’s back, safe under the large barbed tail that dangled over her. She would learn new and better ways to kill. The baby would grow, and fill the world of Delphia with the smell of death. It was a scent that would always remind her of her brothers.


Posted by on February 13, 2013 in Penn's Diary


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