How do you eat an elephant?
One bite at a time.
As I write this post, the website it will one day be published on does not yet exist. Yesterday, I wired off a year’s worth of mortgage payments to France, as the downpayment on entering the 2012 Dakar Rally. Now, I am equal parts overwhelmed by how much work lies between here and there, and excited by the prospect of it.
Between here and the start line, I have to choose a bike, prepare it, test it, fix it, and create a plan for how I’ll support it through 14 stages of abuse. I have to prepare myself, in the gym, on the bike, learning Spanish, and working hard to make ends meet around the Dakar budget. I have to satisfy a maze of requirements, from applying for entrance to the race to getting an FIM license to shipping things back and forth all over the world. And finally, I have to find people to help me, because this dream is bigger than I can (or want to) accomplish alone.
And I’m sure it is going to be worth it. Dakar is the deep end of the pool, the ultimate test both physically and mentally. My experience in life so far has been that rewards are usually commensurate with risks, and that tells me the feeling I’ll have on the finish podium in Lima will be a very special feeling indeed. And, lest this all sound too dramatic, they tell me I get to ride my dirtbike a whole lot, which is the part I’m really looking forward to.
So for the rest of 2011, I’m going to be taking bites out of the elephant, bit by bit, until the whole thing is gone and I’m sitting on the start line. I hope you join me.