While pedaling the stationary bike in Mexico, a 75-year-old man arrived with his grandson. He told me, “I couldn’t bring you more than a kilo of beans because at home I only have two.” I felt relieved he could not see my eyes watering. Many times, I have witnessed that those who have the least, give the most.
MALAGA, Spain ꟷ As I pedaled a stationary bike for 60 hours to collect 15 tons of food, my mind went blank. I focused on the non-stop sound of the bicycle roller. It felt strange.
Suddenly, I became aware of the connection between my legs, my heart, and my soul. Pain inexplicably ran through my entire body, but at the same time something made it feel pleasant and powerful.
Full of energy, I achieved the challenge I set for myself to deliver food to poor children in Mexico.
As I continued pedaling my stationary bike, I remember this moment of fullness and complete absence of pain. I could think of everything and nothing. Looking at the numbers moving forward on the machine, I focused on the sound. Alone with myself, the good energy and positive vibes I needed came from my own mind.
Several years ago, I started this crazy adventure of sports challenges to help those in need by collecting food. I intended to attract attention by doing unprecedented things to encourage more people to donate. I know I am not going to end world hunger, but if I can spark solidarity in at least one person with each new challenge, it is enough for me.
The feeling of success and inspiring others satisfies me. Not long ago, I was in Costa Rica, traveling along a route mainly surrounded by volcanoes. The owner of the hotel where I stayed had two daughters. They saw what I do and months later, he wrote to me.
He said his youngest daughter, who was 5 years old, wanted to distribute colored pencils to children who could not afford them for her birthday. She told him when she grows up, she wants to be like Mr. Rubén. When I remember those words, I get goosebumps. It motivates me to keep going.
Delivering the food I collect stimulates intense emotions. It feels nice, but also sad because this food is very basic. Some people are so happy to receive a kilo of rice because they have nothing to eat. I am just one human being trying to help hundreds of thousands of people. If we all did something, nobody’s house would lack food.
Sometimes, in the middle of a challenge, my body reconnects to my mind and I get tired. Pain sets in and I ask myself, what am I doing here? Then people show up with all the love in the world to donate food and that affects me even more than my deliveries.
While pedaling the stationary bike in Mexico, a 75-year-old man arrived with his grandson. He told me, “I couldn’t bring you more than a kilo of beans because I only have two at home.” I felt relieved he could not see my eyes watering. Many times, I have witnessed that those who have the least, give the most.
One day I hope to become a father. I love children, but still have not found that right person to share my adventure with. So, for now, this work is my greatest challenge and desire in life. I have an infinite list of extreme challenges I still want to do.