Some people think I am crazy. In 2 days I am competing in the 3 day- Sea To Sky Hard Enduro Race in Turkey. Why do I still push myself like this at 50?
I quickly look at my watch in disbelief.
What?
48 minutes! Barely an hour in—on the first day!
My heart pounds like a relentless drum, sweat soaks my gear, and all I can think is,
“How is this possible?
I’m supposed to be the fit guy!”
But the guys around me? They don’t even look tired.
And now, my ego is starting to itch.
“Is it my age?”
“F**k that!”
I snap at myself, pushing back the victim mentality.
I’m slipping into full self-pity mode now, hahaha.
How much longer until lunch? Four more hours? AGHHH!
I had signed up for an enduro moto tour in the rugged mountains of Romania with a bunch of strangers.
Days of endless, technical uphill and downhill challenges. Race. Fall. Get up. Drop the bike. Lift it. Push, pull, sweat, struggle. Over and over.
Then, out of nowhere, it hits me.
A wave of peace.
There is nowhere else I’d rather be right now.
Instantly, my mind calms.
This is it. This is what brings me alive.
This is where I find my flow—where I tune in and zone out.
I’ve tried the convertible car, the 1000-Euro-a-night suites, the partying and alcohol, the 500-Euro dinners, business class flights, and luxury travel.
I did all the “low effort, live life to the max” stuff.
And you know what?
It was fun. While it lasted.
But none of it ever filled me.
I was left with a hollow feeling, constantly searching for something more.
Turns out, I need real challenges.
I need to push myself, break through my comfort zones, to truly feel alive.
Because when I don’t?
I end up sitting behind a screen, sinking into boredom and light depression.
A few months ago, I signed up for the Sea to Sky Hard Enduro Race in Turkey—a 3-day endurance event.
It’s happening next week.
And, believe me, there are moments when I wonder why I still do this stuff at 50 years old.
That question will definitely cross my mind when I line up at the start next week.
But then, I remember: Adventure is calling me, and I’m answering.
Is Adventure calling You too? Will you answer?
Are you answering the Call of Adventure? Why I still push myself at 50:
