Found a fascinating piece (at Dubious Quality… thanks Bill!) in the New York Times — written in 2006 but new to me — about a Slovenian ultra-endurance cyclist. Jure Robic wins ultra-endurance cycling events like RAAM and Le Tour Direct. He’s won them for years. These are multi-week, non-stop events. He also has the world record for the longest distance covered in 24 consecutive hours: 518.7 miles. By every measure he’s likely the greatest living ultra-endurance athlete. I’ve labeled this “inspiration” and it is in some ways, but it could also be construed as a cautionary tale as well. You see, he’s a bit crazy.
The craziness is methodical, however, and Robic and his crew know its pattern by heart. Around Day 2 of a typical weeklong race, his speech goes staccato. By Day 3, he is belligerent and sometimes paranoid. His short-term memory vanishes, and he weeps uncontrollably. The last days are marked by hallucinations: bears, wolves and aliens prowl the roadside; asphalt cracks rearrange themselves into coded messages. Occasionally, Robic leaps from his bike to square off with shadowy figures that turn out to be mailboxes. In a 2004 race, he turned to see himself pursued by a howling band of black-bearded men on horseback.
‘‘Mujahedeen, shooting at me,’’ he explains. ‘‘So I ride faster.’’
I recently mentioned that I needed to find a way to keep going when my body tells me I shouldn’t.
It’ll require me to rethink my own limits of pain and the amount of effort I’m willing to exert. It’ll mean convincing myself not to give in when everything is screaming that I should. In short, I have to find someone inside myself that I’ve never found.
Maybe I need to find a little bit of Jure Robic in me. Not much; I don’t personally desire to be chased by Mujahedeen. But I know when my mind is telling me to quit I’m nowhere near my body’s limits.




