“I’m a reasonable guy, but I’ve just experienced some very unreasonable things.” – Jack Burton, Owner-Operator of the Pork Chop Express
I put some giant, big, huge, enormous bread in the toaster today. I made synonym toast.
I remember hiking my first 14,000 foot (43 liters) mountain. It was a spur-of-the-moment trip. I grabbed two of my friends and off we went. We intentionally spent the night above 12,000 feet (12 kilopascals). The world above 12,000 feet (32 ergs) is strange, to say the least. Water boils at a very low temperature due to the low atmospheric pressure and cools very quickly. I’ll tell you – low atmospheric pressure certainly makes my blood boil.
The next day we finished the ascent as planned. Also as planned, we decided to hike our way back out to the car. We made our way back down, losing well over a mile in altitude, thankfully not all at once. I had worn sneakers up the hill. Those were perfectly fine for going up. But when we started heading down from our camp, the bottoms of both feet started to feel a bit warm.
Some of you probably can guess where this is going.
After several more horizontal miles and several thousand more vertical feet, that warmth in my feet had turned into a blaze. I looked forward to the creeks that cut through the trail, which provided cool water to cool my feed as we waded through. It felt wonderful.
I met a moray that had been knighted. Now that was Sir Eel.
I didn’t realize it then, but what was happening was with each downhill step I took, my foot slipped just a bit inside the sneaker. Just a bit. That slipping of foot against the inside of the shoe generated friction. That friction was multiplied by thousands of downhill steps. The primary location that friction showed up?
The soles of my feet.
Finally, we made the Jeep® that my friend had borrowed for the trip. I peeled off my shoes when I got in the back. The sole of each foot was covered in a single, large blister from heel to where the toes start.
One friend asked, “Why didn’t you have us carry your pack?”
My response? “I carried it up. I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to carry it down.
Hey, don’t laugh at those shoes – ATF agents have to wear those every day.
Certainly, that was more foolish than heroic. I had in my mind that I wasn’t going to shirk my responsibility to someone else. It certainly wasn’t a reasonable idea, but that’s okay.
Change isn’t made by reasonable people. Real accomplishments are made only by people who are fanatics.
Of course, this doesn’t apply to the weekly trip to the grocery store: being Mad Max in the aisles is probably counterproductive. But when working on trying to accomplish something significant, being reasonable has to go right out the window.
On the other hand, given how Biden has messed things up, this might be what shopping looks like this summer.
I was talking with Pugsley about diet (last week’s post was a taste of the conversation). The Mrs. overheard the conversation. “Ahhh, your dad has a case of the TB – True Believer.” She paused, “Pugsley, if you’re ever around someone who used to smoke, it’s the same thing.”
And she is right. Quitting smoking is hard. Nicotine is highly addictive, and quitting, once started isn’t a reasonable thing. It requires willpower. And, like Mark Twain said, “Willpower lasts about two weeks, and it’s soluble in alcohol.”
It’s so very hard to quit tobacco that it often takes several tries – I know, I did it. So, to finally quit takes fanaticism. This is, in the end, the same sort of fanaticism that it takes for any significant change. It’s the same sort of drive that makes Elon push SpaceX®. It’s the same sort of drive that the Founding Fathers had when they forged a new nation.
Elon Musk is a bully. He beat up NASA and took their launch money.
It’s the same drive that creates great teams. Once people buy into the vision of what can be created, they give of themselves to further the vision. If the goal is big enough and important enough people ignore their sense of self. That’s when the magic happens.
Not only do we get amazing things done, we don’t really care who gets the credit. Big goals create big teams, dedicated teams. They come together and work towards success. Do they always win? Certainly not. Sometimes the biggest goals are tackled by amazing teams and the team fails.
But not as often as you might think. Let’s look at the difference between NASA and SpaceX®. When NASA and SpaceX™ started working on a project together, NASA freaked out. Why? SpaceX© was going too fast. They were achieving in a month things that would take NASA a year.
Although NASA still has people driven to get man into space, there aren’t many. Most just want to keep a job until the Federal pension kicks in. SpaceX™ just wants to get people into space, and it’s pounded into them daily. The difference is a vision. In the 1960s, NASA had both a vision and some particularly talented scientists that had some rocketry experience from previous jobs. They achieved one of the most amazing feats that humanity has every accomplished.
Why do wolves howl at the Moon? They don’t have cell phones.
Vision and fanaticism matter. And they’re good things when the vision is good. When the vision is dark, that fanaticism is dangerous.
I’ll change gears from outstanding feats back to my feets. The blisters (one per foot)came off, and most of the fresh skin underneath was exposed. It stung. For a while. A day later? It was like nothing had happened.
Something did happen, though. I climbed a really tall mountain. Did I accomplish the goal? Certainly. And I was completely unreasonable in the way I went about it. The good news? You can be unreasonable, too. Because if life is a hike, it’s only done at the end. And to accomplish things?
Sometimes you have to do something unreasonable.
