As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.
Ernest Hemingway
“Hero” is a word that gets used and abused in our culture. Maybe it’s that our day-to-day lives are so easily livable, people have forgotten what it is to really be in pain or to genuinely suffer. But if anyone out there thinks the cast from Jersey Shore are heroes, something is distressingly wrong with things in general.

This cultural malfunction and malignant habit to casually, almost cynically misuse such an important word annoys me. So, let’s just move away from that, and look deeply at someone who would be uncomfortable if we called him a hero, yet more than the rest, is some kind of champion. After all, strength of character is more rare than diamonds, and it should be carefully preserved and cultivated with intentions of employment.
Who is David Goggins?
What follows, I’m guessing, would annoy this man. But in trying to find “Who” someone is, knowing what they have been through, even in such a general way, is instructive.
First, you might be asking “Why do I care who David Goggins is?”
To put it simply, because he is a machine of a man and the chances are, he does more training in a day than you do in a month. The man and his training have become the stuff of legends. It is motivating for anyone, but his life itself is the most motivating thing of all.
Goggins was born in 1975. He grew up in Brazil, Indiana, playing ball; basketball and football at Northview High school. He got points, but generally on the hustle. He wasn’t a super star, just a hard worker and consistent.
At 18 years old, Goggins left home and enlisted in the Air Force. The thing is, true to Goggins style, he didn’t go in and become a paper pusher, but rather he became a TACP or Tactical Air Control Party. These are guys that go in with RANGERS, RANGER RECON Units, Army SPECOPS teams and NAVY SEALS. These guys are not making birthday cakes, they train seriously and deploy with serious combat units.
During his time in the Air Force, Goggins was selected as one of the Air Forces 12 outstanding Airmen of the year, the Air Forces most prestigious award.
After four years, Goggins decided to leave the Air Force to pursue a personal dream, a career in the National Football league. He actually earned a position on the Colt’s practice roster however was cut from the team after a short while. Six months passed with nothing appealing to him, until he saw a documentary about the Navy SEALs and decided that this was his next challenge.
When Goggins went to the Navy recruiter, according to him, he nearly got laughed out of the office.
He was 280 pounds and could hardly swim, but was adamant about enlisting with a SEAL contract. So, he went away for two months, and came back after losing nearly 80 pounds.
Goggins went to BUDS, and the legend now, is that he attended the BUD/S epic Hell Week 3 times. Twice he was rolled back for injuries, and the third time, he requested to go through Hell Week one more time.
HE REQUESTED IT.

Goggins eventually graduated BUD/S with class 235 in 2001. Despite having become a SEAL, Goggins petitioned his command to allow him to take down yet another obstacle on his way to military super stardom, Ranger school. He graduated from this with the distinction of Class honor grad. No easy feat considering it’s supposed to be RANGERS that “lead the way.” In subsequent interviews Goggins’ comments on Army Ranger School and it’s 80% attrition rate consisted of no more than: “It’s a great course. I learned a lot.”

In 2005, events transpired that changed things for David Goggins. He had just returned from a tour in Iraq, and heard the news that friends of his, SEALS, had died during an operation in Afghanistan.
Although he has never made it clear in interviews or in his personal blog entries exactly who it was that passed away, the timing coincides closely with the tragic events surrounding Operation Red Wings in the Kunar Province in the summer of 2005. This event has been well documented and heavily commented upon across the internet and in Patrick Robinson’s/Marcus Luttrell’s book, Lone Survivor. In total, 11 SEALS were killed along with 8 members of the 160th Special Operations aviation unit.
The news hit Goggins hard. In addition to the SEAL community being a tightly knit one, he also spent time in BUD/S with some of the people who passed away in Kunar, and Lt. Michael Murphy, the senior man who died in the initial ambush detailed in Lone Survivor, graduated in the same BUD/S class alongside David in 2001.
Having friends die in life is tough and it inspires people to change. I know it’s done that for me. But having a friend die who was also a war fighter, someone who has walked into hell and come back out again more than once, to have someone like this die can make one feel utterly powerless yet obsessed with the need to do something about it.
Tragedy was the spark and the mans natural inclination toward what most of the world would call brilliantly excessive is what fanned the flame, creating a raging inferno.
Hearing about the loss of his warrior brothers, David became obsessed with the idea of doing something for their families to send a message that they were not forgotten. Realizing, in his own words, that he was a SEAL so having a bake sale simply wouldn’t cut it, he went online and googled the ten hardest things to do in the world.
This is where he first heard about the infamous Badwater Ultramarathon. It’s 135 miles, through death valley up to the Whitney Portal, in July. Yes, you read that correctly.
In order to even get into the race and attempt it, Goggins had to have completed at least one 24 hour 100 mile event. The race director told David over the phone that there was a 24 event coming up in his area, and if he finished it, he would be considered.
So, two weeks later David and his wife (now ex-wife) Aleeza headed to the track. To get into Badwater and raise some money for the families of his fallen comrades, Goggins would have to run at least 100 miles, around a 1 mile track. He weighed 280 pounds at the time, and had been training almost exclusively as a power lifter.
I took off running and felt good for about 70 miles. Then I stopped to take a break. That was the first problem…..I sat down in the lawn chair and my blood pressure went crazy due to poor nutrition. I sat there for about 10 minutes and I had to go to the bathroom really bad. When I attempted to stand, I quickly realized how bad of shape I was really in. I was so dizzy that I couldn’t stand for a second. So, after retaking my seat in the chair I looked at my wife and told her that I had to go to the bathroom. She looked at me confused. So, I told her more clearly… “I’m going to take a s*** on myself in this chair.”
And so I did…
I then saw the blood running down my leg when I urinated.
My wife being a nurse informed me that my kidney’s were shutting down and that I needed to go to the hospital. I told her that I had 30 miles left.
She helped me up and we started walking around the track at a 35 minute mile pace. I asked her If I would complete the 100 miles in 24 hours at this pace and she said no. So, I did what I had to do and some how by the grace of God started running again. I completed 101 miles in just under 19 hours. I had broken all the small bones in my feet and my kidneys were failing. My wife drove the car onto the race course and put me into the back of the car. We live on the second floor of an apartment complex and we had to somehow get up the stairs. So, I draped my arms around her neck from behind and she had to practically drag me up the stairs. After she got me in the shower and she saw that I was urinating dark dirt brown, she begged me once again to go to the hospital. I looked her in the eye and said….
Just let me enjoy this pain I’m in. —blog entry Show no Weakness, 2009

It didn’t end there; in fact that was simply the beginning. Ten days later, Goggins ran the Las Vegas marathon in 3:08. Within a month after that, he flew to Hawaii and ran the HURT 100. This put him in a wheel chair after completing the race.
In July of 2006 he finally ran the Badwater 135, and took fifth place.
Since then, his list of accomplishments in endurance events is mind-blowing. He took second place at the UltraMan, a three-day, 320-mile race, cycling 261 miles in two days on a rented bicycle, and he took second place. Then took third place at Badwater in 2007. By 2009 he competed in another 14 ultra-endurance races, with top-five finishes in nine of them. He set a course record at the 48-hour national championships, beating the previous record by 20 miles with a whopping total distance traveled of 203.5 miles and earning himself a spot among the top 20 ultramarathoners in the world.
His training routine and lifestyle have become legendary. Goggins usually wakes up at about 3 AM. He gets out of bed, puts on his gear and goes and runs between ten and twenty miles. He then cycles 25 miles to work and runs at lunch if time permits. After work, he cycles home and at least three days per week, he goes and lifts weights seriously in the evenings with his wife. On the weekends, he gets in longer runs, often covering up to thirty or forty miles. Goggins sums up his lifestyle, his entire point of life concisely.
Watch the video of me crossing the finish line at Kona, I’m not overwhelmed with the accomplishment. I’m looking down at my watch, and it’s not to check my finishing time. I’m looking to see what time it is and how much time I have left in the day for another workout. I’m already thinking about the next thing. As of that moment, Ironman is done. It’s time to move on.
“The man is superhuman. The man is made of steel. The man has a congenital heart defect.”
Did the last bit throw you off? I bet it did. It’s true though. And THAT is actually the pain icing on this cake of utter discipline. David Goggins did all this, the three special forces schools, the attempt at pro-football, the sky diving, the scuba work, the power-lifting, the ultra-marathoning, the insane cycling, all of it, with a hole in his heart.
It is known as ASD (atrial Septum Defect). To explain it briefly, this means he has a hole in his heart. He has had it since birth and no one was able to detect it on routine check ups. It is very dangerous in scuba diving, high altitude and extreme athletics. It can cause the heart to go into heart failure without warning. So, to make a long story short. For 34 years David has been working with about 3/4 of his heart.
He went through multiple surgeries, and has only recently begun to come back from it all.
But how does someone like David Goggins come back? Does he get a membership at 24 hour fitness and spend time on the pec-deck? Maybe some Hot-Yoga? No. He tries to break the world record for the most dead hang pull-ups ever completed in a 24 hour period, on live television. (This attempt failed but on January 20, 2013 he completed 4,025 pull-ups in 17 hours setting a new world record)

This whole article only tells a very small part of the story, of course. But the point was to just highlight, expose a little of something that is special; a man who lives completely on his own terms, goes for it every time and just embraces the suck. Because in order to have some kind of a life that is worth a damn, that is exactly what someone with a constant growling in their soul has to do.
Embrace. The. Suck.
Goggins says it best, in a comment left on a Marathon blog in which someone attempted to call him out, taking away from his cause and trying to make things less than what they are.
I run for fallen soldiers. Why do you run? It’s a damn shame that I am one of the only African American endurance athletes and you are putting me down. Do something positive for the community. Not that I need to justify myself to you but I wanted you and your readers to know that on Saturday before the LA marathon, I did a double century in Death Valley. (200 mile Bike Ride) I then drove to LA to PACE a fellow soldier wanted to run a 3:30 ergo the 3:29 that you commented on. By the way the Las Vegas marathon was my first marathon which I did 10 days after running my 1st 100 mile race. (weighing 240) Don’t go off my word though, you seem to have enough time on your hands so you can look it up on line as you have everything else. Boston was also another training run. I thought it would be cool to run under 3 hours. So I just went out there and did it. What they don’t show you on the results you found is that I ran another 26.2 miles to the start line, both marathons by the way were faster than your 3:05. I guess what I am telling you, is that you shouldn’t put people down that you don’t fully know, I am an animal and I train everyday the distance that you train UP to do. Don’t question me. If you would like to see for yourself I would be happy to join you in New York this year. NO, lets make it a date. The question is will you show up 3 hours before to run to the start line with me? I can’t wait to run through Harlem to visit my aunt’s and uncles again. I’ll let them know I’m coming. By the way, please make sure you can run at least a 2:50 because I don’t want all your fans to think less of you. I hope you can back up what you say. I promise I will see you in NY. Please make sure you post this so everyone knows.
In the end, true to the Goggins style, these two guys actually DID end up running the NYC marathon together, and doing it in under 3 hours.
So, who is David Goggins? I don’t know, but he is a hero and a warrior. What I wouldn’t give to have a conversation with this man. But I suspect, if I was to ask him who he is, his reply wouldn’t be as wordy as this post, and the essence would boil down to little more than the following:
“The real question, is who are you?”
And that is quite the question, indeed.
UPDATE- 2012.03.13
David Goggins is registered to run the 2013 BADWATER ultra-Marathon.
UPDATE- 2017-02.28
Johnny-come-lately, yes, but here is David Goggins’ Facebook page and it’s worth a like and some reads. He also now has a website and even, wait for it, a hashtag: #beyondmotivated
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Great article about a great man. It is good to know that legends are still among us. The who are you question…Every second I run that question through my skull I get a different answer I can’t live with. Been tackling that problem by trying to rebuildmyself for the millionth time. Tried a few different angles and I still find myself going out of my way to help people that have never done me any good and the world would be better without. I find myself doing this and being yelled at and spit on by these pukes. It would be so much easier to just occaisionally erase an @$$hole from this area every time it all got a bit too stressful. That would be a happy life. Hurting people is better than sex. I had a thing going, a house and career and friends. I would like to try it again and maybe even have a woman that could truly love me. There has to be a way to get back into college and on track to directing samurai dramas for the Japanese market. To many problems from the past rearing their ugly heads. Debts people created in my name just now popping up all at once as I strugle to get together the small bit of cash to pay off the community college and get them to hand me the DAMN degree I earned. Its only an Associates in Arts, but that can get me in the door at a four year. They still have me on some records as attending and getting a 4.0gpa for the fall term and I wasn’t even there. They have my grants and loans as if I was and that kept me from signing on elsewhere and used up my credit hours for gov loans and grants at a 2 year. They even f’d up and accidentlly sent me a congratulations letter (which someone threw away on me) that I could have used to get their butts in a sling for falsifying an honors student as attending just to get extra benefits and money while keeping that honors student from attending other colleges by tying up his loans and grants and holding his degree hostage. Wouldnt have proved they mixed my paper work up with someone else’s and are trying to get me to pay the bill, but would have shook them up enough to maybe get the ball rolling. So much other…crap going on and hitting me out of nowhere…this was the first non psychotic thanksgiving I have ever had though. First non psycho thanksgiving in my entire life at age 32. Didn’t even have any flashbacks or familiar feelings. Played out like a nice meal where a bunch of strangers are all sitting at a table and just happy to be eating. Hardly any talking and went by so fast I had to think for a second the figure out what had just happened. Day before (weeks months whatever) and day after are absolute $#!+ so it is not like anything has really changed. Just so odd to have a holiday happen and be with family and it wasn’t horrible. Back to horrible now. As if it had all been some sort of fake imagined flash of an image. Well I have typed enough. Good post. Interesting person Goggins (inspiring person, although I think recent events have me numb enough that even though this should have left me feeling inspired I just feel, well nothing and thats the weird problem when you read something amazing like this you should feel something. Its not your writing as you know what you are doing, its something lacking on my end).
It sort of seems to me here, that you have missed the point; action must be taken.
Completely missed it and at the same time didn’t. I can’t seem to find motivation for anything anymore, not even things I enjoy. I even put off checking my fave blog (this one here) right away. Normally its “HELL YEAH A NEW GAIJIN BLOG” drop everything and let my eyes feast. I read this one. Good writing as usual. Subject matter was amazing and should have motivated the hell out of me. Lately people have been trying to get me to stop doing nice things for other people even. Not out of jelousy. They like having a scapegoat to pin all their troubles on and get peoples atention away from their faults. See if they call me worthless and want me to feel that way and want people to believe it then it gets kind of difficult for them when I am helping people out. This leads to me being threatened and I have to stop woing whatever and suddenly I am worthless and feel that way and look that way and can be the thing that is the source of their woes. Multiple family members pulling this crap on me right now. I want to just staplegun their eyelids open and sit them down in front of mirrors and scream “THERE! RIGHT THERE! THATS THE BEGINING AND THE END OF ALL THE DAMN PROBLEMS! NOT ME! THAT RIGHT THERE! NOW STOP YOUR $#!+ OR I WILL TAKE CARE OF THE PROBLEM!” Then again my dad does have a gun and has made some very clear threats. My mother would just get my dad to make good on his threats. My sister isnt around enough to get on my nerves that much (Although she tries her best at times) and my wife is my current best chance at getting back on my feet so I can stand on my own again and keep anyone who is a problem out of my life. Seriously, everyone in my daily life has become so ugly that they would look far better inside out. It would at least shut them up. Just so numb anymore I don’t think anything is going to get through and wake me up. Nothing seems to be able to motivate me and I can’t even begin to motivate myself at this point. Not going to do anything stupid or horrible to anyone. No motivation for that even. All talk. And that seems to be going numb too, talking and venting never really did as much as action. I am in hopes that this is all just some temporary fit of apathy caused by some much more going wrong on top of everything else. I have motivated myself out of similar in the past. Without help. On the other hand only so many times can a (not sure if I should type man….called an ‘it’ so often) stand back up. No immortal superhero here. Out of shape and sick of having to do so much over and over again. Been thinking if I sell everything I can and maybe get enough to pay off the college debt they are trying to stick me with that belongs to someone else and then get my arts degree out of their talons…maybe have enough left over for a plain ticket…speaking absolutely no Japanese can I make it with just an Associate of the Arts degree teaching English in Japan? Probably need more than that puny degree and what will happen to me with the loans and grants I really do owe that are for me that paid for my college…do those follow me to Japan? I also wonder would I be able to pay them off on a English teaching job? I would like to pay them off. I hate having debts/owing money. Yeah I really want to be a director and direct Samurai Dramas for the Japanese market. I also wanted to have a micro computers degree (specializing in web design) to fall back on as far as jobs go. It would help me till I could get into directing as well as allow me to build a site about directing and sort of advertise myself and my works as I direct. Understanding computers is also important in todays movie market. I had enough credit hours left on the Pell and other gov loans and grants to cover the micro computers program before moving on to a four year for directing. This stupid communitty college ruined that. Now I need to pay them and skip the entire computers thing and hit the four year for the directing. I had taken so many computer courses and thats all wasted now. So many people try directing and so few make it, so I really wanted a decent back up plan and this one would have allowed me to keep trying and not give up on the directing thing too. Now it seems to be all or nothing odds with a shot in the dark directing bit through a big scary four year college with no backups or safety nets. That could be fun. A challenge even. I love huge imposing colleges with all those books and the insane flow of knowledge going on. The after part would suck though. I think I can pull off the college part (the four year college). Would have to do it without absinthe this time (damn galbladder , way to be a quiter in someone who is obsessive about not giving up). Its the after college part being such a gamble with no back up that would allow me to keep trying. A longshot and a one chance deal. Astronomical odds. Those odds spell only one thing when you have always been a loser. Gotta try though. First I gotta pay off this damn bill I have been stuck with by a college that treated me like dirt.
The we shall see what happens. So very tired though. I have fought so hard for so long with nothing to show for it. too much going on in my head right now. I also realize that the longer I have a wordpress acount and reply on here the more I become a whinning little bitch that seems like some sort of attention whore. The kind that I usually see type on the net and wish they would just shoot themselves. I hope something changes soon. I am sick of even being pathetic, even on here. I am trying to force a change, but running out of steam too. not sure what else to type with so much going on, so ending this reply here…for now…god I have kind of taken an awesome inspiring post and vomitted cry baby crap all over it…everyone just ignore my replies on this one. really. I mean it as there is some excellent writting (Gaijin) and inspirational material (Goggin) here by a good man (Both) who has seen some real hard times and not even flinched (Goggin as Gaijin has had his weak moment {hey he is only human [ although one that can kick more ass than most] }.
Man, I honestly believe that we have some committed readers…to YOUR comments. People have mentioned you many times. OK, sure, it’s a bit like a car wreck; you just can’t help but look on. However, everyone also genuinely seems to be invested in when you are finally gonna get on with your life and leave all that negative crap far behind.
People actually mention me… Well I hope to be moving on soon. With any luck. Hell drop some coins in a shrine for me and maybe leave an Ema/Enma (PLAQUE THINGY!) hung to the gods for me on the next new year. If people are paying attention and mentioning me then I certainly don’t want to keep bringing them down and need to make some happy times happen in my life to talk about. To me it won’t be finally getting on with my life; it will be finally starting a life. At that point all of this will have been a miserable nightmare I can just forget. Maybe hit a hot spring and drink some Sake. That would be great. Laying in a hotspring with a bit of warm Sake next to me and looking up at the stars and/or moon. Even better with friends and/or a Japanese woman that loves me. Smiling just thinking about it. A slow peaceful conversation with long tranquil pauses…
Sewage pipes burst in the basement today (at my parents where I am staying). So, all my stuff (other than this PC and a few clothes) got a shit shower. Yeah that includes my cot and my college papers from when I was still in college…and a few other things that werent in storage. Bathtub, bathroom sink and toilet were spraying shit water as if they were posessed. I know what caused it, but can’t bring that up without getting punched so I will most likely get blamed. Here in a couple hours my father will get home (the one who refuses to heat the basement) and find some reason to blame me. Going to have to figure out how to pay for the plumbing and that is gonna take the money I have been hiding from them and saving (so I could write my pen pal and pay off the college). That won’t cover it all though so I will have to find more money somehow. Hope that doesn’t involve selling this PC. Once they see I have money they will keep demanding even more since they will think I am always hiding money from them. Mother is home and keeps walking into the basement, so gotta get off of here before I get my ass in trouble…I am gonna be 33 next month and I have no privacy or dignity and am treated like when I was a child (minus the physical abuse). I don’t want to wake up another day. The letter I had written for my pen pal even got ruined. Going to have to figure out a way to print it again (if I use too much of their ink they will catch on). Things aren’t going great with the pen pal, but she does send an email every once in awhile. I think I screwed things up too bad for that too ever work out, but the hope keeps me going.
I should clarify “All my stuff” in the above comment. All my stuff that isnt in storage. Most of my belongings are in storage. The stuff in the basement is what I have accumulated to try and make myself feel like a human being. Accumulated since moving in here. It isnt much. Mostly very small things. It was important to me though as this basement is like a prison cell. Still cleaning up. The speaker tower, I won in a contest at the local supermarket, is now full of water. gotta get off the computer again…GOD DAMN IT I SWARE THEY CAN SENSE WHEN I GET ON THIS THING! I HAVE NO PRIVACY AND NO DIGNITY! THE SIMPLE BREAK TO WRITE WAS SOMETHING I NEEDED I AM ANKLE DEEP IN SOMEONE ELSE’S SHIT AND I GOT SCREAMED AT AS IF I CAUSED THIS!
Just now got done cleaning everything up.
So my stuff in storage…the storage space has mice, a water leak and mold, and a metal roof so got ridiculously hot in summer and cold last winter. My stuff is surely ruined in it. So the few things in the basement really mattered. I should mark this day on a calendar somewhere as ANKLE DEEP IN SHIT DAY, and make sure I am in a desert without any toilets near when this date rears its ugly head again next year. My back is killing me. Anyway I think that concludes the evil days explination. It may not have been so bad had I had sleep before it, but my allergies and lack of pills have me snoring all night with no restful sleep and waking up every few minutes either choking on snot or vomiting. I got it the days mess all cleaned up though. Cant shower now as my father is sleeping and it would wake him. So have to wait around 6 and a half hours. Cant do it when he first wakes cause that would interupt him getting ready for work. Dont worry I scrubbed up abit with a washcloth and scrubbed germ ex everyhwere and changed my clothes. This basement fucking stinks and its freezing. I dont even feel like a human being anymore. I was an insurance agent…now I am an “IT”. I cant wait till the day I can look back on this and laugh. The day I can be glad it is behind me and will never happen again.
This is what I needed to read right now.
This is the shit I need everyday. I have all his press bits andc blog posts cut out and taped in a little note book I carry around.
I can’t believe I have never heard of Goggins. Thank you for the article.
OK , since you asked nicely. 😀
I will leave a comment .
Good Article thank you
Goggins is “The Badass”
As well as raised a Hoosier my former employer lives in the racist town he was raised in.
I persnally knew David Goggins Me and David played ball together and shared the running back spot togher David was a hard working person back then. Proud of the person he has become…
I think you’ll find David was married to an Australian girl, Kate, when he ran Badwater. Check his book.