An author by the name of Jon Acuff said that we need to dream big and fail gloriously, so that even in failure we still succeed. So I guess it is that time of the year that we tend to reminisce about the year that past and all the hope and dreams that hopeful was. It was only fitting then that I happened to watch a documentary called Desert Runners. It is about four extraordinary (yet completely sane) individuals who in the space of a year completed what is known as a Desert grandslam. Now what this entails is completing a 250km marathon in the Sahara, Gobi, Atacama and Antarctic Desert. To these everyday hero's I can only have the world of respect, for even completing one of these races is already a monumental achievement on its own.
After watching the documentary, I couldn't help but think back to the my own attempt at this race in 2013. I could see myself standing at the starting line of the Racing the planet race in the middle of nowhere in Iceland. Surrounded by about 250 other participant, all with the same dream to cross 250km on foot in 6 days while caring all your food and clothes on your back. My fellow participants, who surely over the course of the past few months in preparing for the race, have explained to others what they where attempting and more often than not, being told they are crazy. Yet standing next to them sharing their crazy idea, I have never felt more at home or more complete before.
Strange how we have to sometimes in life travel far to learn what being content feels like. Nothing worthwhile it seems just shows up at your doorstep. There was literally no other place I wanted to be at that time, and even in failing to complete the race, I still succeeded in so many other ways. A lot of them, that only came into focus after the disappointment of failing to go the distance have dissipated. For one, I learned that the limits we create for ourselves are exactly just that. Self created. Secondly, if people tell you your idea is crazy, you know you are on the correct path. Last but not least, as Seth Godin would put it, find your tribe, they are waiting for you.
Nothing worthwhile it seems just shows up at your doorstep.
Now I had mixed emotions about attempting one of these kind of races again, but after remembering the way I felt during the race, it would be like finding your home after a long search and then never to return again. Not sure yet when and where my path with this race will cross again, but one thing is for certain, my tribe is waiting.