Comfort. That’s what most everyone wants. That’s what we put at the center of our lives and expend our energy, time, and money pursuing. For me, comfort can come in the form of my amazing family, food, a good micro brew beer, or all encompassing excuses. It’s so easy to find a reason to do something that’s bad for me or not do something that’s good for me.

To the comfort, add the fact I’m a CPA. I spend all day every day sitting at a desk staring at a computer screen. You may be surprised to hear it, but CPA’s are not typically known to be risk takers. I know. I was shocked too. I once mentioned to my bosses that I thought the death race was an interesting idea. Let’s just say they disagreed.

So, the bottom line is that I work as a CPA but I want to take risks. I like comfort but it’s time to learn to be comfortable suffering. The death race is a perfect fit. Am I actually going to die? Probably not. From what I’ve heard, that would be too easy. Instead, I’m going to ask my body to do things normal people wouldn’t consider. Then, when my body tells my brain it can’t do anything more, I’m going to ignore it and push further. At the end of the day my comfort will be looking back and knowing that completing this race was the best thing I could have done for myself. That the only risk in my life is that I might continue to hide behind a computer telling myself that I’m a CPA and we don’t do stupid things. I can accept that. Count me in.