“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and go and do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” – Howard Thurman
I raced away into the beautiful desert afternoon. I wound through the brush, up the hills and down into the valleys. I dared the switchbacks and flaunted my machine ever closer.
I know there were some that asked “What if he doesn’t finish?” I asked, “What if I do?”
The course here going back into Ensenada was the same course as when it came out over 33 hours earlier. The danger of this adventure was worth 1000 days of ease and comfort. Getting close to Ensenada I was on paved roads now. Five miles to go. From my elevation, I could see over the city now – the gleaming vast Pacific Ocean just beyond.
I had lived this before. I had finished the race in my bed, many times. Now there was rushing air and the vibration under me. This was glory not for another hour, but for this hour.
I dropped down into the river wash in the middle of the city. I was one mile out at an altitude of 10,000 feet. My muscles and joints were lubricated by the magnetism of a checkered flag and knowing my team and 1000 people scattered across the globe were waiting for me at the finish line.
I popped up out of the wash onto the city street.
Four blocks and two turns to go.
“Very important for your life”.
The dark night of my soul.
Gasoline and whiplash and spikes.
Heat and cold and dust.
Mis-takes, and pain and the Weatherman.
Faces and hearts.
Last turn. One block.
Love and honor and promises.