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.

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