False start
We had ridden 215 miles on this first full day of pre-running the course. About ten years, ago I rode 200 miles in the Mojave Desert in California. It was just the guide and me. After 100 miles, I couldn’t wait to get off the bike. After 150 miles, I…
Goals, Desire and Ambition
Morning came with a sliver of light through the opaque drapes. I was eager to see what a night’s sleep did to Tanner's foot. I watched him slowly rise and look himself. One foot was a round ball at the bottom of his long leg. There was purple along his…
Adventure and injury
I pulled up alongside him. Tanner was catching his breath after he stuck his foot out in a rutted uphill turn and it hit a rock. This pushed his toe upward, while the footpeg with the full weight of the forward moving bike comes behind the same foot and smashes…
Preparation precedes performance
We flew into San Diego for our pre-run trip and met our driver Andrew Terry – a thirty-something rider and mechanic from Southern California with an enthusiastic personality and great sense of humor. Andrew would be my mechanic during the race. We met another rider who was pre-running with us…
You can do more than you think.
Sunday in October. Two weeks before we went to Baja to pre-run the course. “Pre run” means you ride the course one time. It would take five long hard days of riding. Days only; no nights. The idea is to see the whole course. How can you remember thousands of turns and a billion rocks? Amazingly, pre-running…
Mind strong, body strong.
“If each of us could have the tally of his future years set before him, as we have the tally of our past years, how alarmed would be those who only saw a few years ahead, and how carefully would they use them.” – Seneca Tanner joined a CrossFit gym…
Big goals seem scary…
I hobbled around on my foot for a few months, but it slowly got better as September became October, and the race neared. After last year’s race, my friend Bobby Miles wanted to buy the bike I raced. I almost said yes. After racing the Baja 1000 Ironman class, you never want to…
"You can do better"
I had trained all year. I thought about it day and night – every day and every night. Sometimes I was optimistic, but most of the time it scared the hell out of me. I’d lie in bed sweating, my heart racing thinking about it. I was going into the mouth of hell…
One step back…
I screamed from my gut. I thought my leg and foot were both broken. Anyone listening who heard all the cracking would think so too. I had never broken a major bone before. Just a hand (neighborhood football, age 13) and a collarbone, age 47. That’s the most common motocross bone to break because when…
False start
We had ridden 215 miles on this first full day of pre-running the course. About ten years, ago I rode 200 miles in the Mojave Desert in California. It was just the guide and me. After 100 miles, I couldn’t wait to get off the bike. After 150 miles, I was in intense pain and discomfort. At the end of the day, I was so spent I couldn’t stay awake on the 30-minute car ride back to my hotel. Back then, the idea of riding 1134 miles in one shot…you may as well have told me I could flap my arms and fly to the moon.
We were riding along the Sea of Cortez, which is between mainland Mexico and the Baja California Peninsula, although for most of the day we couldn’t see it because of the mountains. As the sun got lower, we came across a rise and headed down a long slope. The Sea of Cortez appeared before us – a beautiful vision. We were heading into Bahia Los Angeles – the “Bay of LA” – the name of the bay and the little town. Big rocky islands jutted up from the bay. The road wound down into a very small town of a dozen dirt side streets off the main paved road, as in so many other little towns in Baja.
We pulled into a little hotel just across the street from the water. We were at race mile 410. We took our gear off, took a shower, and watched the last light on the water as we ate dinner. Another day over. We’ll only have about 28,000 of these. If you get in the habit of wasting them, you’ll wind up with regrets for what you didn’t do.
I was tired. I got to bed as soon as I could. Sleep was the only antidote.
In the morning, I hoped Tanner’s foot would be okay enough to let him ride. No dice. His Achilles tendon was stretched badly, and the top of his foot was really hurting too. We didn’t know if it was broken or what. Another day in the truck. But Tanner made the most of it, as he always does. He took latitude and longitude coordinates, looked at satellite maps and plotted the course as Andrew drove the van along paved roads. In a way, he had a better perspective on how the course moves from town to town than I did being on it. Still, he wasn’t seeing the terrain, and that’s what we’d come for.
My headlight wasn’t working on my bike and attempts to fix it failed. If we got caught in the dark today, I would need it. So I hopped on Tanner’s bike instead.
I headed out of town with Rick behind me and Santana pulling up the rear. I was going about 70 miles an hour on dirt when suddenly, about 7 miles out of town, my bike died. It felt like it ran out of gas. I thought that maybe the gas valve was off. I looked – it was on. I hit the start button and it started right up. Huh?
I waited for Santana to pull up and I told him. Maybe there was a valve I didn’t know about. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Keep going.” Five miles later, it happened again. Again, it started right up. I thought there was a constriction in the fuel system where gas flowed slowly and when you got to higher speeds using more fuel, the float bowl on the carburetor emptied. Again, I waited for Santana to pull up.
He said, “Let’s go back.” He wanted to go back 15 miles before Andrew and Tanner left town, because they were going out in the opposite direction. We couldn’t afford to have one of our bikes break down in the desert 100 miles from the truck.
You can tow a bike with another bike by wrapping a rope around the footpeg of the towing bike. On the bike to be towed, you wrap the rope around the handlebar one time and you don’t tie it but grip the handlebar with the rope under your palm instead. If something goes wrong the towee can let the rope go and be released. It’s not easy especially in sand and whoops. Going up a hill, the towee gets blasted with roost. It’s dangerous.
Santana wanted to switch bikes with me. I think he thought I was imagining things and wanted to see for himself. I hoped it would happen to him too so he didn’t think I was an idiot. He took off back toward Bahia Los Angeles. Rick and I followed.
We finally got back to the pavement and went a few more blocks to the hotel to see if the truck was still there. It wasn’t. Then Rick and I look up the paved road and see Santana a block away pushing my (Tanner’s) bike towards us! What the…?
The engine blew. There was antifreeze in the oil (what happens when you blow a head gasket) and the motor was seized. We were so lucky this didn’t happen an hour or two later! We called Andrew on the satellite phone. He had a long trailer behind the truck carrying two spare bikes. Good thing we had spare bikes. Preparation and contingency plans!
Andrew made a wide swing off the pavement to turn around and got stuck in the sand. He and Tanner were there for a while working on it until a local pulled them out with his truck.
In places like Baja, where being lost or stuck somewhere could mean death, people help each other, because their common bond is survival. If you were stuck on the side of Route 95 where I’m from, 300,000 cars might go by without anyone stopping – because there are cell phones and tow trucks and “Hey I gotta be somewhere.” It’s not that they are all self-centered and uncaring. If they thought your life was in danger they would stop. But around here a stuck vehicle is just an inconvenience.
There are moments in life I remember, and cherish. It’s those moments when you are down, vulnerable, hurt, or in danger, and you need help the most – and someone is there for you. Like a family member, they stop whatever they are doing and care for you. You are so incredibly grateful for them at that moment. You have to remember those people in common hours.
I look for those moments to be there for someone else when they need it, because being a more experienced human now, I know how it feels. I’m not just talking about a guy pulling our truck out of the sand. I’m talking about when people experience great loss or pain, or are weak and can’t provide for their own safety. To stand in front of them and be strong to shield them when they are down – it’s an opportunity to feel really human.
By the time they got to us and we swapped bikes, it was late morning, and we had 240 miles to go to the next hotel, and I had no headlight.
Giddy up!
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Goals, Desire and Ambition
Morning came with a sliver of light through the opaque drapes. I was eager to see what a night’s sleep did to Tanner’s foot. I watched him slowly rise and look himself. One foot was a round ball at the bottom of his long leg. There was purple along his heel. He put his foot on the tile floor, but could not put any weight on it at all. He hopped to the bathroom.
We both knew what this meant. He had to ride in the truck with Andrew today. We wondered if maybe one day of rest would be enough. We hoped. We had come 3000 miles with a job to do. Racing a course you have never seen before is not ideal, although the next 75 miles Tanner had seen in the race two years earlier. After that, it was all new to us, as the course wound south.
It was the start of the first full day and we were a man down already. I was bummed out. Heading south from San Felipe the course was fast sandy roads – like 75 miles an hour fast. At that speed, a motocross helmet, with its big visor, becomes a sail, and you struggle, exposed against the wind. When you’re going at that speed, things happen quicker. You have to watch your GPS for upcoming turns because missing one could put you into a barbed wire fence or down a ditch or hillside.
The sand road abruptly turned to the infamous San Felipe whoops, which for the next 23 miles were pretty rocky. It takes a lot of physical strength when you get into rough terrain.
A positive attitude won’t help you if you aren’t physically prepared and don’t know what you need to do to get a job done. A change in attitude means nothing without a change in behavior. We have to be ready. We have to learn from others. We have to do the work. Nobody can do your push-ups for you. And when the time comes, it will be obvious who’s been working in the offseason when nobody was looking.
When you are ready, then a positive attitude will help you do everything better than a negative attitude will – and it’s easier to have a positive attitude when you are prepared. Confidence comes from preparation.
If someone followed you each day and wrote down everything you did to be a chronicle of your life for all to see forever, what would they write? Do you make each moment count? Would it be obvious to the observer what your goals were? What were you getting better at? What were you preparing for? Each activity is to our detriment or our credit.
In his book, Die Empty, Todd Henry talks about mediocrity. It’s settling in and succumbing to the stasis. Mediocrity comes from the Latin word “medius” meaning “middle,” and “ocris” meaning a rugged mountain. It literally means “to settle halfway to the summit of a difficult mountain”; a compromise of abilities and potential. A negotiation between the drive to excel and the biological urge to settle for the most comfortable option. Mediocrity is aimlessness, comfort, boredom, delusion, ego, fear and guardedness. Its antonym is excellence.
Antidotes to mediocrity? Define your battles, be fiercely curious, step out of your comfort zone, know yourself, be confidently adaptable, find your voice, and stay connected.
Here I was, a kid from Connecticut, over 3000 miles from home, riding this dirt bike in the rocks amongst the cacti, “practicing”; chasing a dream. All I can see is sand and rocks coming at me like an undulating conveyor belt. Hundreds of miles of this. Why? A goal gives purpose to these moments, and these hours and days and months – and years.
Without a goal backed by desire and ambition, these are just meaningless rocks and sand…
…and I would never be here.
Words of Life and wisdom my friend! There is pleaure and energy and Power available in excellence! It comes from the depths of your soul, an often untapped source, a gift in our greatest time of need and it comes from from the creator.
I am really enjoying the content lately. It’s great to hear the backstory on what fueled your passion for this race and the nuggets of encouragement throughout. Keep on!
I am fascinated by your daily log of your Baja adventures and your quality writing. Keep it up I once had a goal of racing Baja ,it never happened?
Good stuff!
Larry- this is very well written. Were you an English major??? 🙂
My life has changed course this year drastically. Our elderly parents have moved in with us and I’m trying to maintain all my personal goals while spending much of my time stuck in Dr. appointments and listening to the two most negative, Fox News consumed old people imaginable. Today I say, “Don’t wait! Hit your goals hard and fast and don’t let up!” Life has a tendency to take over and your plans have no say in lifes’ direction. I will have my season for “me” again but for now I’ll be thankful for this season I’m in knowing I’ll never get this time with crabby old parents back.
If you don’t “DO”, you won’t “SEE”…
Embrace life and live a little, you only get one…
I’m enjoying this story immensely, I look forward to each day. Beautiful writing sir. Never stop being who and what you are.
“A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.”
Margaret Atwood
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Adventure and injury
I pulled up alongside him. Tanner was catching his breath after he stuck his foot out in a rutted uphill turn and it hit a rock. This pushed his toe upward, while the footpeg with the full weight of the forward moving bike comes behind the same foot and smashes him in the Achilles tendon, wedging his foot between said rock and footpeg.
We waited ten minutes for him to assess the damage. We were only ten miles into a 1134-mile course and Tanner was already hurt. Santana told him to ride if he could. One thing Santana had learned many times over countless tours, and many people being injured, is you can’t stop out here. There is nobody to help you. No regular vehicle can get here. You needing to be transported out would be a big problem.
Tanner soldiered on, albeit slower. I stopped to wait for Tanner to catch up and checked in with him. Was it something you could shake off or was it worse than that? He thought the latter. Oh boy.
We had to make San Felipe tonight. That was a long way. Could he make it?
I lead, following the GPS and the course markers – orange signs that were placed about every mile or at each turn. I tried not to get too far ahead of Tanner, which was difficult because when you pre-run you stay back, often way back, from the guy ahead of you to avoid the dust. Rick followed, and Santana pulled up the rear like a good guide would, to make sure nobody has an incident and is left behind.
Tanner said his boot was getting tighter. Not good. It was getting dark. Tanner and I have been riding together his whole life. Now that I think of it, I don’t think he’s been riding too much when I wasn’t around. I knew he was hurting by the way he was riding.
It was getting dark now and the course dumped us into a sandy wash that became a rhythmic whoops section. Up and down and up and down – thousands of times. Tanner fell further and further back. I slowed to wait for him and Rick and Santana went ahead to San Felipe where we’d spend the night. Tanner waved at me in frustration to go ahead. The pain was too much.
Mercifully for him, the whoops gave way to a graded road. Five miles of that and we gathered up to navigate the streets of San Felipe and follow Santana to the hotel. In our room, Tanner took his boot off. We both looked with great anticipation. What would we see?
“Uh-oh. That’s not good.” Not good at all. His ankle and foot were one big balloon. He couldn’t walk. We had to assist him to get around the corner to eat. He couldn’t put any weight on his foot at all. It turns out that the injuries we would both sustain so close to the race were not over.
We iced it down and hoped he could ride in the morning…
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Great passions…
“Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things.”
– Denis Diderot
Just past the checkpoint we parked and unpacked our gear bags looking for what we’d need for the afternoon of riding – the first half-day of a week of pre-running the third longest course in the Baja 1000’s 50-year history. You need to get it right. Once you leave the truck and head out into the desert, you’ve got what you’ve got. No second chances. At the same time, you don’t want to carry too much unnecessary weight in your pack.
We offloaded the pre-run bikes from the trailer. The pre-run bikes are not the ones we’d race. The pre-run bikes had huge gas tanks, because when you are pre-running there are no gas pits set up every 50 miles along the course (usually in the middle of nowhere), like there are in the race.
Our bikes were 2009 Honda 450X models. They are carbureted, not like today’s fuel injected models. Even my race bike is a 2009. Why? Because with the way Chris Haines’ shop (our race support team) builds these things, they are awesome! Overall, the race bikes are a step up in performance from the pre-run bikes when it comes to horsepower, suspension and weight.
Both Tanner and I had fitted our bikes with higher handlebars this year. I did it because I could stand up straighter and bend my neck less. Tanner did it because he is 6’3” tall. Experience. As you do new things, you get smarter.
We headed out. It felt good to straddle a bike again – in Baja. First, a high speed graded road, and then turn into the desert. Baja is the off-road racing capital of the world. If you went there, you’d see why. There’s an abundance of beautiful open desert terrain with countless miles of established dirt paths cut in. They’ve been riding here for decades.
The wheeled traffic over and over again for decades has carved some epic surfaces to ride on. Ruts, banked turns, and perhaps most noteworthy – the whoops. Whoops are waves in the sand or dirt caused by tires accelerating or braking. The whoops get bigger and bigger over the years and provide interest, challenge, danger and even torture in the Baja 1000. It’s like riding a motorcycle on terrain that is shaped like an angry ocean, with big waves close together. When there are big rocks in these waves, and cacti and other thorny hostile vegetation close on both sides, it gets challenging. And riding whoops for 100 miles when it’s 100 degrees out is draining.
Tanner was ahead of me, and I was second in line. I stayed back so I didn’t have to breathe his dust, which is so fine it leaps into the air when any wheel touches it and is in no hurry to settle again. I come up to a plateau after a rutted right hand uphill turn and there is Tanner, stopped.
Body language is hard to read when someone has a helmet on, but being his Dad, I knew something was very wrong…
For me,Passion is great for hobbies.
Passion is what should drive us all in life. Larry has it all around him in all he does Tanner is the same as his dad. The thrill is on. I know this story but love the read. A good story is always worth reading over and over again
Every scenary, challenge has its beauty, it forces us to adapt and grow, and things only seem difficult until you figure them out.
Great story, as always thank you for sharing your experiences and creativity.
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Preparation precedes performance
We flew into San Diego for our pre-run trip and met our driver Andrew Terry – a thirty-something rider and mechanic from Southern California with an enthusiastic personality and great sense of humor. Andrew would be my mechanic during the race. We met another rider who was pre-running with us – Rick Thornton is a Texan who lives in Baja now. The internet allows you to run some businesses from anywhere.
We crossed the border at Tijuana and headed south two hours along the picturesque Pacific coastline. In Ensenada, we picked up Santana, who would be riding with us for the five and a half days of the pre-run. I knew Santana, as he was one of our guides for our first recreational tour in Baja in January of 2014. Santana is 56 years old, rugged and strong, with a big smile and a twinkle in his eye. He has been riding in Baja for 42 years – a great rider, and knows all the places, routes, and people. I was happy to be riding with him.
Oh yeah, and Santana being Mexican and speaking Spanish is a huge plus for us. Local language is your link to local resources.
We headed to the military checkpoint near the poor dusty little town of Ojos Negros. There aren’t many paved roads running down the Baja Peninsula, and the military had set up checkpoints at various intervals along them. I assume they ask where you were going and they looked in the back of your truck. I always had Spanish speaking crew members handle it. When they realized we were “Baja mil” racers, they’d let you go. We’d give them race team stickers and their stern looks would turn to smiles. Ultimately, they are race fans, like most local people in Baja.
Santana explained that he’d often give them Gatorade and snacks from the tour supplies. At first, I thought it was a bribe to not hassle us and let us go through with ease. Maybe. But Santana explained that being posted at a checkpoint in the middle of nowhere, in the hot sun or cold desert nights, was a lonely job and not easy. These were young men, away from their families. I thought about how there were no stores or entertainment around the checkpoints. Sometimes there were makeshift shacks as barracks, so they could sleep there. Sharing drinks and snacks was simply a nice human thing to do.
I thought about it…
Santana was wise.
We all need help to carry our own rocks only because there are others who can benefit from helping you, it makes them feel better to be around and to be able to help, let that be a simple gesture as landing a phone charger, giving you directions or teaming up to learn about regional cultural habits. Besides, having someone watch your back while you sleep is always a plus …
Team work – and if you don’t have a team you make one. People like to be acknowledged.
Great story Larry. A smile and wisdom is always a great way to begin a day! Blessings and Namaste. Angie
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You can do more than you think.
Sunday in October. Two weeks before we went to Baja to pre-run the course. “Pre run” means you ride the course one time. It would take five long hard days of riding. Days only; no nights. The idea is to see the whole course. How can you remember thousands of turns and a billion rocks? Amazingly, pre-running helps a lot. You know what you’re getting into. You remember some danger spots and learn what lines are better than others from your mistakes.
I had been working extra hard this year, and hadn’t had a vacation. I was looking forward to the trip, even though this would not be relaxing in any way.
It was Sunday at CrossFit. On Sundays you work as a team with two others. It was the last few seconds of the workout and I was doing “box jumps” where you jump from the floor up onto a 24” high wooden box. I picked up my pace to get more reps in to improve our team score, and I made a mistake. My toe caught the side of the box and my knee came down on the edge, with my full body weight following. I dropped to all fours in pain. A golf ball size bump appeared below my knee in 30 seconds. My race…
Your quadricep muscles run down the front of your leg and terminate to a tendon that runs under your kneecap and becomes the patellar ligament, which then attaches to your tibia. It’s a pulley system. When you contract your quadriceps, it pulls the tendon which is attached to your lower leg, pulling your lower leg up and your knee straight. Right where it attaches is where I smashed it, and I couldn’t bend my knee without using that tendon.
Tanner had assembled an eight-person team for a “Ragnar Relay” that was to start five days later. It’s a running race in the woods in New Jersey. There are three loops of four, five and seven miles each. Each team member would have to run each loop once, for a total of 16 miles per runner. Only two of our team members have ever run that far in a day. I wasn’t one of them. I did complete a half marathon twice that year, and each time I was spent, with legs like concrete at the end.
In this Ragnar Relay race, the team sets up a camp, and one team member goes out for their first loop while the others wait. When runner one finishes their first loop, runner two takes off. You keep doing that through the day on a Friday, and all through the night, running in the woods with a headlamp. The team keeps running on Saturday until all eight members finish their three loops.
I was looking forward to this race, but with the knee injury I could hardly walk, never mind run. I had to cancel and try to get it better for the Baja pre-run trip in two weeks.
The team scrambled to replace me. Nobody stepped up. In fact, two other team members also had to cancel. Now down to five runners, they decided to split the missing three runners 48 miles up between them to whoever could run them. Really? That means the five of them would have to run about the equivalent of a marathon – in the woods, half at night!
It was an epic display of determination. To make it even harder, after running two of her loops, Sydney fell downhill in the rocks and was out with a knee injury. Mike Lane, who never ran anything close to that distance, ran 16 miles! Colleen Brown ran 26 miles! Tom Matthews ran 32 miles! And team captain Tanner ran 46 miles! Astonishingly, they finished in 30th place out of 146 teams – and they had only five team members instead of eight!
Friends…teammates…people counting on us or watching us. That’s how we can get motivated. We do it for them, and they do it for us. It’s a synergistic relationship where all parties go beyond where they would have if they were by themselves. Would Tom have been out there in the woods with a headlamp on, running his 32nd mile if he wasn’t part of a team? “No way!” he says.
We want to do more and do better for our team. At work, at home, anywhere – other people make us better.
I was so bummed I wasn’t there to participate or even see them push themselves beyond their limits.
What can you do? You never know until you try.
It really is all a matter of perspective. I had my left thumb rebuilt on Wednesday. The deterioration of the base of the thumb was caused by a compound fracture and resulting implant put in to accommodate the 1 and a quarter of shattered bone. It gave me back the ability to rotate my wrist. Wear and tear caused the thumb to start collapsing.
Today is day two post op. I’m done with pain meds because they make me feel worse mentally than they help with pain. I will flex my fingers and wiggle my thumb four times an hour. Those little movements are the ways I’ll get back to what I need. Small or big steps, we just have to go forward.
I am speachless, Wow, absolutely amazing
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Mind strong, body strong.
“If each of us could have the tally of his future years set before him, as we have the tally of our past years, how alarmed would be those who only saw a few years ahead, and how carefully would they use them.” – Seneca
Tanner joined a CrossFit gym this year. Based on the stories he told me about the workouts, most of me didn’t want anything to do with it. On July 1st, I had a strong moment and some time and I went to check it out. I had the race at the end of the year and I was hoping this would help me.
At first, it was awkward. I didn’t feel like I belonged at a gym with all those people who did. I was out of my comfort zone. There were certain movements that my body type didn’t like at all. But that’s how it is when we try something new, isn’t it? I pushed myself to go until it became a habit. While it hurt each time, I grew to like it much faster than I thought I would. I really liked what it was doing to me. Stronger; more confident.
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I was on the homestretch of another Spartan race in August. Spartan races are running/obstacle course races. Around here they are usually at ski areas or mountains so they can take you up and down steep terrain and include rocks, mud, and the woods. Spartan races are in four distances. A “Sprint” is 3-5 miles and the logo on the finisher shirts is red. A “Super” is 9-10 miles and the logo is blue. A “Beast” is 13-14 miles and has a green logo. For the best of the best, an “Ultra Beast” is two laps of a beast course – 28-30 miles! Tanner has completed a number of “Ultra Beast” races.
This was a “Super” race – about 10 miles. I felt good. Three years ago I didn’t know what a Spartan race was, and hadn’t run more than a block since I was in my twenties. I didn’t think I could run much anymore. Kinda scary. What’s a guy to do – never run again because he’s too old and thinks he can’t do it? That would be giving up part of your human capacity voluntarily. You start doing that and what’s next? It’s probably not a good idea to get started saying you can’t do things because you won’t.
Then we ran a 5K as a family. I didn’t even have running shoes. Then a few years ago my friend Mike Lane asked if Tanner and I wanted to run a five-mile road race. Five miles? That’s a lot more than 5K (which is 3.2 miles)! But I figured if Mike was doing it, I could too.
It’s like back in 2008 when Mike asked me to race motocross. I figured if he was doing it, I could too. Or when my brother Rick got me to jump a metal freestyle ramp with my motorcycle. It’s good to have friends introduce you to new things and pull you out of your comfort zone. Of course, it has to be the right things that are positive and stretch you.
Now I crossed the finish line at the Spartan Super obstacle course race in the top 6% of all 5000 runners that day. I felt good. Real good. All the work, running, pain – on some days it seemed to pay off well. If I gave an accurate account, I’d say on all days I felt stronger and my energy lasted until the end of the day than it would have otherwise. I could bound up stairs easier, stood up straighter, and felt better. When the body is strong, the mind is more confident.
But in the forefront of my mind was the biggest challenge of all – the Baja 1000. I had to be in peak physical condition on November 15th at midnight. That’s when the race starts this year – midnight.
With a 48-hour time limit, we’d line up in staging at 10:30 pm, and get the green flag at 1:00 am. We’d race through the night to dawn. We’d race all day to dark. We’d race all night again. We’d race all day again. Then we’d race through the third night until we finish before the 1:00 a.m. deadline.
I wondered if it was possible to fall asleep while riding a motorcycle…
We have to be careful how we use our minds. That’s what I teach and that’s what I kept telling myself. We construct walls and demons and manufactured fears. I tried not to do that. I tried to be positive. But I had to be real too. Sometimes I’d be going about my day and remember what was coming, and a shot of adrenaline would fill my blood.
Calm down. That’s not useful. What is right now? Keep working…
Resistance develops strength. Great post Larry.
Hi Larry- one of the best you’ve written! and one of the best I’ve read! So true re “That would be giving up part of your human capacity voluntarily. You start doing that and what’s next? It’s probably not a good idea to get started saying you can’t do things because you won’t”. Don’t that happen in your mind!
thanks!
I don’t know, but there is something about a team of spartan racers that makes a recovering fragile girl to push herself to start running more in the woods and to do some exercises. I may not be a spartan but I can train myself to become a tougher amazon. Any running is better than nothing. Also, I keep telling myself what Tanner told Larry, give me 4 sets of 10 reps. When I think about it like that it is really not that hard to do a variety of abdominal exercises fueled by some awesome chia seed drink (thanks again Larry and Tanner).
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Big goals seem scary…
I hobbled around on my foot for a few months, but it slowly got better as September became October, and the race neared. After last year’s race, my friend Bobby Miles wanted to buy the bike I raced. I almost said yes. After racing the Baja 1000 Ironman class, you never want to see Baja again. But I told him he could keep the bike at his place in Loveland, Ohio and if I ever needed it again, I’d let him know. Well, now I needed it.
We had it shipped back to California where we went through the 714x (my race number) and the 775x (Tanner’s number) to rebuild and freshen the bikes up for this year’s race. In the Baja 1000, a bike number beginning with a 7 means Ironman class, and ending with an x means motorcycle. Besides motorcycles, there are over a dozen classes of four-wheeled vehicles in the race.
This year’s course would be different than the last two years which started and ended in Ensenada, Baja California, Mexico. Those races were 822 and 855 miles respectively. This year it would start in Ensenada (two hours south of San Diego) and end in La Paz, Baja California Sur – a different state and different time zone. La Paz is two hours north of Cabo San Lucas. A one way trip of 1134.4 miles – 279 miles longer than last year.
The distance haunted me. 1134.4 miles. I live in Connecticut. It’s like from my house to Miami Beach, Florida…on a dirt bike…in rocks and sand and mountains…
When we set any big goal, it seems so far away. So impossible. So scary. Being afraid means it’s a big stretch. The outcome is unknown. But if the outcome of your endeavor is known, then it’s not an adventure, it’s just going through the motions.
When we read history books, if we really put ourselves in the shoes of the heroic figures we are reading about, we can understand how they must have felt. Big goal – outcome unknown. Christopher Columbus, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King.
How about the guy who puts it all on the line to start a business with his new idea? The single mom who moves her kids to a new place in search of a better life? The immigrant who can’t speak English yet and has to work? The person who has the guts to quit a lousy job with an abusive boss when they don’t have another job yet?
Outcome unknown. Adventure begins.
On this beautiful bright day, I would like to say Thank You. Thank you for the encouragement, the motivation, and for the calling. Because of you, a transformation took place, that turned me from a broken chalice into a wealthy daughter. The Soe Entrepreneurial training program and the Think Daily community are The anchor and life changing force that transforms the world into a better place. Every bottom seems so dark until someone is brave enough to shine the light. Thank you for setting an example and showing us that we are not alone in the eternal battles while racing through finish lines in our own personal deserts. Grace to the writer of the Highest Calling.
I imagine crossing those two major finish lines and surviving the cold and the heat must have been excrutiatingly painful but as you mentioned, pain is inevitable but suffering is a choice. Embracing the love and sharing the joy is what makes some people strive to cross those lines. I am looking forward to the next crossing. Best of luck to anyone who is mad enough to try to cross their own finish lines. Peace.
Tanner, you have a special gift and one day you will step in your dads shoe and help raise and enlighten your brothers and sisters from our community in order to create a better world. You are protected and blessed. May your mission be successful.
Larry, can’t thank you enough for the inspirational words. I too have some large goals set for the beginning of this year although I know I am fully capable of achieving them like you I cringe the thought of the process I need to go through. After hearing this blog it only makes me feel as though these goals are so simple it’s almost crazy to feel the way I feel at times. Thank you again!
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"You can do better"
I had trained all year. I thought about it day and night – every day and every night. Sometimes I was optimistic, but most of the time it scared the hell out of me. I’d lie in bed sweating, my heart racing thinking about it.
I was going into the mouth of hell on November 15. Even “success,” finishing, meant paying a heavy price. Last year I made an uncharacteristic mistake and got hurt at mile 200. Whiplash forward. I rode 20 more hours. At mile 600, I simply could not go on. I couldn’t hold my head up anymore. I had 255 miles to go on the 855-mile course. I just couldn’t, so after 27 ½ hours, I tapped out. I couldn’t go one more mile.
The Baja 1000 is the longest non-stop race on the planet. Four years ago I had never even heard of it. Now I’d be entering it for the third time. The first year it was an 822-mile course that my son Tanner and I entered as a two-man team in a class called “Sportsman” – a mixed age class. We were at a big disadvantage to the 4-6 man teams, but we wanted to be a father and son only team. We took six turns on the bike each over the 25 ½ hours it took us to finish.
We made a movie about the race and put it up on YouTube. Today, “Into the Dust” is the most popular movie about racing motorcycles in the Baja 1000 ever made. It quickly became an inspiration to hundreds of thousands who have an interest in desert racing. Of course, there isn’t a desert within 1000 miles of where we live.
The second year we both decided to enter the Ironman class. This is where you do the entire course yourself. You and your motorcycle and 1000 miles, plus or minus, on some of the most hostile terrain you can ride on. Last year Tanner finished in 28 ½ hours, becoming only the 13th person to ever even finish this class. Most racers that enter do not finish.
I never was a quitter. I needed to go back. I can’t die this way. I could make an excuse. Afterall, who else could blame a 52-year-old from Connecticut for only going a mere 600 miles in the longest desert race in the world? Had I finished, I’d have been the oldest finisher in the Baja 1000 Ironman class ever.
Something in me was not going to accept that story. We can tell the world about what happened and explain the limits – but we can’t fool ourselves. I knew I could do better, even if it would take significant sacrifice. Great achievement always does.
Many of us make the mistake of looking for comforting places, encounters, relationships where, if we go by the one of the many examples presented, we learn that change is what forces us to grow and tune into all we got available to help us face the obstacles and push ourselves to do better.
Many times I’ve been told you can’t do that (for whatever reason society chose). That only makes me more determined to succeed. I’ve done this with my education, career and investments and been successful.
Lisbeth, it is great to read about your courage.
Very Proud of both of you!I know how hard you worked Physically and mentally! Your a winner in my Book!
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One step back…
I screamed from my gut. I thought my leg and foot were both broken. Anyone listening who heard all the cracking would think so too. I had never broken a major bone before. Just a hand (neighborhood football, age 13) and a collarbone, age 47. That’s the most common motocross bone to break because when you fall you often land on your shoulder, and sometimes when your helmet hits the ground the bottom edge rotates into your collarbone.
It was only 3 months until the biggest race of my life – the biggest race on the planet. That’s the first thing I thought of. My race is over.
Before I could figure that out, I had to get this tree off my foot. It was Wednesday night – riding night. My trusty 5 friends came over to ride, but today I wouldn’t ride. I’d save my neck and figure out something else to do while they rode. I had cut maybe 500 trees down in my life. The property around the track is nothing but trees. If I cut this big giant hickory down, we could straighten out this awkward turn and make the track flow a bit better.
Nowhere to drop it. Nothing but trees around. I planned on dropping it onto the smallest, sickliest other tree around that would be sacrificed under the weight of this 75-foot tall mature hickory. Here we go…timberrrrr…Ut oh… The head of the tree catches on another, the tree rolls around and winds up falling 90 degrees from the ideal location selected. I’d never do this around a house or power lines – but we were in the middle of the woods.
The giant slaps down on and settles into three smaller oaks that bend like rainbows under its weight. I knew there were stresses there. A dangerous situation. But I had dealt with this before. Take off a 3-foot section of the trunk. Make the tree shorter and lighter. And again, and again. I consider myself an expert with a chainsaw.
Then I cut the next section of the trunk off and the tree did not fall to the ground. It was suspended in the three smaller oaks. I studied the complex situation for clues on where I could safely cut next. The big hickory leaders were on the left side of this oak, and the right side of that one, with one in the middle…the oaks were bent over and saying “get off of me.” I had cut the trunk of the hickory up to the first big split, which was now suspended 6 feet off the ground.
Oh crap. I reach my Husqvarna up and start to cut a bit to feel where the stresses might lie, looking and feeling for clues with every inch the blade advanced. Suddenly the big hickory split like a wishbone and released from the oaks, with a lot of their help. The 20” round freshly sawn trunk came at me to avenge its killer. I stepped back…and back again. Thinking I’d outsmart the tree chasing me to terra firma, I sidestepped, to let it go right by me. As if it had eyes, it followed.
The tree plowed horizontally into my shin until gravity took over and it dropped onto my foot and plunged it into the earth. That’s when I screamed. I was pinned, like a mouse with his leg in a trap. I could not move my foot or pull it out. There was maybe a thousand pounds of tree on the bottom edge of that log, and my foot was under it. Lucky I was wearing safety toe boots, which I seldom do. The other guys came running. I yelled for them to get the tractor, but in the few minutes it took them to get there with it, I realized if we touched the tree it would slide farther towards me and break my leg.
My foot and toes were so squished inside my boot, that my foot was going numb. Mike Lane and the other guys dug a hole alongside my foot to take some pressure off, and then cut the back of my boot vertically with a knife, and then along the sole to make a flap. I was barely able to pull my foot out. Slow wiggle. Slow painful wiggle. No broken bones. A miracle. But there was plenty of damage.
I thought, “my race”…
The part about the mouse trap gave me exactly what I needed this morni, a good laugh, thank you for entertaining us with your writting
Tree cutting does seem to require skill and patience but I am glad you made it without any serious injuries.
Even though you had told me this story, I was deer in the headlights mesmerized in the reading of it.
I am glad you weren’t hurt
Janesky you are NUTS!!
Earlier, when I read the message, the lighbulb went out, so the comparison you made with the mouse, made me laugh out loud, I always find it fascinating how one word leads to another action and we find ourselves fighting for safety while battling with rough trees that grow in the back yard.
Larry,
You often say that you read every one of these and so I just wanted to pass this along. Since a few days after the Think Daily Live event, I have not logged on FaceBook due to you offering that suggestion to us. It has been a crazy good experience so far and has changed a whole lot for me. My relationship with my gf has improved a whole lot as I am much more present in my own life and enjoying what I have and not wasting time on what FB has out there. Thank you for the nugget and stay safe out there…we kinda enjoy reading your messages here 😉
I would like to add a reminder to keep water around whenever there is any form of physical activity involved. Hydration is crucial for a body to stay healthy and earmuffs, or a form of protective ear piece to keep the noise of the various vibrating machines from damaging the internal ear. Sensitivity diminishes with age and the damage sometimes can not even be detected right away. It is something to think about before any actions is taken. Please always try to work smart or in this case safe. Trust in your own judgement of the situation before making a rush decision that may not be the best option. Life is precious and tree cutting may be necessary in some cases but it presents unexpected dangers.
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I can drive 300 miles but when I read your stories I always make myself a mental note to try harder next time, to push myself a little more and for a little longer. Thank you for inspiring us all.
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Merry Christmas Larry! Thank you for the daily inspiration.
Ah…… now we have to wait 3 days for more of the story !
Merry Christmas to you and your family Larry !
Beautifully said….thank you and best for the new year.
Merry Christmas to you and your family Larry!
Larry, Wendy, Chloe, Tanner, and Autie, from our family to yours wishing you all a VERY Merry Christmas! See you soon.
Much love,
Dan & Lovey