Advice to New Gazelles #2 – The Details
It’s 5:30 am and I’m in the Oakland Airport. I see a man walk past me in Friday business casual and he is mad – spewing expletives I’ll delete. He’s pounding his Starbucks and he is looking around as if he’s thinking to himself , “I hope everyone is looking at me, I’m very important.”
In a moment of clarity and guilt, I realize that most of the people at this gate are more concerned with finding outlets for their various electronics and relieved that Starbucks is open this early. I understand, I am one of them. But in know that half way across the globe, my racecourse awaits me and the beautiful people of Southern Morocco will welcome us with open arms – no electrical outlets, no Starbucks (oh wait, I pack Via), no luxuries that we westerners now feel entitled to. I can’t wait to get there.