How Alexis Garcia Got To Big Sur
Often times I ask runners how they got to a race. How did you get to Boston? Big Sur? Most of the time they’ll tell me they took a car to the airport and then a taxi to the hotel and after too long of a walk and getting lost, they arrived at the race expo.
Alexis Garcia of Miami took quite a different journey to get to the Big Sur Marathon and it all started sixteen years ago when he arrived on the shores of Miami in a kayak He came to American pursuing a better life than what he had in Cuba. Back on the island he met up with a man he hardly knew. It was a 55-hour , 90-mile journey. He didn’t find out that the other guy didnt’ even know how to swim until they were well away form shore in the tandem kayak. The 30-year old Alexis just knew how to survive. He didn’t know anything about running but now, the 46-year-old P.E. teacher and his wife Marlene are not only living the American Dream, they are loving it and are active in their local running community. Just before Big Sur, Alexis ran the Paris Marathon and two weeks later he did the Keys 100 miler back in Florida. Alexis recently heard from the American man who rescued them. This man would go out on his airplane and search for rafts, boats etc.. fleeing Cuba. He is now up in age and told Alexis he wanted him to have the photos he took when they were rescued. Alexis had never seen these pictures.I can’t wait to see them myself. I think Alexis has got a book’s worth of stories to share and it doesn’t end with his arrival in Florida.











Arrive at Rusack Winery along Ballard Canyon Road for a gourmet picnic lunch under the shade of the Valley Oak trees on the wood deck over looking the vineyard.
After lunch we will continue a few more miles down Ballard Canyon into Solvang to cross the finish line on Copenhagen Dr. in downtown Solvang and stop in Solvang Park for a quick breather and refreshment.

This was one of those weeks our cat Mojave hates – seeing luggage (the “L” word) in the living room. Luggage means I won’t be home and the cat has taken to parking himself in my suitcase and tote – a new ploy: “See! I fit. Take me with you!” Mojave and I have a thang going on – just ask my wife. Wherever I go in the house or in the yard, the kitty cat goes – just like a loyal dog. I have about a dozen Mojave songs. My current favorite composition is “If Loving the Kitty Cat is Wrong I don’t Want to Be Right.”