This is getting ridiculous.
First, “06880” reported on David Friezo’s attempt to raise $500,000 for cancer victims by running a marathon at the North Pole.
Then it was Yaacov Mutnikas, who rowed across the Atlantic Ocean — and set a world record in the process.
I hope you are sitting down for this next one — though Jean Paul Desrosiers certainly was not.
Desrosiers ran — no, raced — 156 miles in 5 days. That’s the equivalent of 6 marathons.
He did it across 10-story-high sand dunes, in temperature reaching 130 degrees.
While carrying all his food and a sleeping bag on his back.
I’m exhausted just typing that.
“I’ve always been an outdoor enthusiast,” the 39-year-old Weston resident says. “I like to push boundaries. I believe life happens on the edges of your comfort zone.”
That philosophy has made Sherpa Fitness — on the Post Road, across from Athletic Shoe Factory — a very popular gym (among a certain type of clientele, to be sure). Its tagline is “Move Your Boundaries.”
It’s also the philosophy that saw Desrosiers through 6 years in the Marine Corps, starting at age 19, and propelled him later into college as an exercise science major, a career as a semi-pro cyclist, and helped him run 4 marathons and 1 ultramarathon.
But the Marathon des Sables is an ultra-uber-unbelievable marathon.
Desrosiers did the entire race on just 17,000 calories. Carrying all his gear, every ounce was important. He used dehydrated food — and then repackaged it in vacuum bags. Shaving a few grams here and there could end up saving a full pound. Running 156 miles over sand, rocks and gravel — there were no asphalt roads — every ounce counts.
Desrosiers did bring 100 salt tablets. They were key to keeping his electrolytes up. Race organizers provided water — but not a lot. And it wasn’t even quenching. “Hot and dry,” Desrosiers calls it.
He began training in October. But when winter came, the Polar Vortex hit. Not exactly the best way to prepare for a desert that’s 110 in the shade.
So Desrosiers stuffed a backpack with 28 pounds of rock salt, and hit the treadmill. As he got stronger, he ran with the pack on roads.
When the race drew nearer, he turned the heat in a Sherpa room up to 90, added a space heater, and rode a stationary bike for 90 minutes. “It helped, but it wasn’t perfect,” he says.
He also ran on Sherwood Island. The snow helped him practice his footing on difficult terrain.
Once in Africa, reality hit quickly. There was brutal heat, dry air, strong wind, and the biggest dunes Desrosiers had ever seen. And, with 1100 runners in such soft sand, it took a long time to get through.
As difficult as the physical race was — and boy, does it sound daunting — the emotional part was equally tough.
“You can’t prepare fully for the reality of knowing you have to survive with just what you’ve got,” he notes.
Still, he adds, “If I’d never done anything before, I wouldn’t have believed I could do this. You can’t start 12th grade without having gone through 1st grade.”
Desrosiers trusted in his ability to adapt. The human body, he says, is “pretty dynamic.” But the overwhelmingness of new stimuli shattered even some hardened competitors. Day after day, many racers dropped out.
Day after day too, the pack got lighter — and Desorsiers lost weight. But the temperature did not drop. His feet blistered. Fatigue set in.
What kept him moving were emails from home. Each night, race organizers handed printouts to the racers. Knowing people in Westport were thinking of him “made more difference than any food or drink,” Desrosiers says.
He did not expect to win. But each day he finished in the top third. He was sick on Day 4 — the double marathon, or more than 50 miles — but the next day he clocked in at 5:20, good for the top 200.
Desrosiers completed the entire 156 miles at #303. “I was surprised,” he says, using the same tone I would to describe a movie that was better than I expected.
The end affected him, though. He’d expended enormous physical and emotional energy. He was exhausted, dehydrated, overheated and blistered. His back was marked, where his pack dug in.
Then Desrosiers crossed the finish line, and it was all over.
No one was there to congratulate him. He ended the race as he’d begun it: alone.
Desrosiers walked to his tent, dropped his gear off, and headed to the medical area to get his feet looked at. Then he returned to the finish line, to watch the others straggle in.
When we talked earlier this week, he’d been home only a couple of days. Besides his girlfriend, he had not talked about the experience with anyone.
“You learn a lot about yourself when you’re uncomfortable,” Desrosiers says. “You persevere, you look forward, you’re happy you got through it.
“This is not a carnival. It’s hell.”
Back in Westport, he’s not sure what his next challenge is. Right now, he’s happy to focus on Sherpa.
But, he notes, “I’m fitter, I’m stronger, I’m lighter. Hopefully, I can inspire people to do things they didn’t think they could do.”
Even if they’re not things you or I would have believed were humanly possible.