You know what's hard
about winter running? I do. It's leaving the comfort of the heat thrown
off from the wood stove and getting out the front door. Admittedly,
despite the initial big chill, it's normally not THAT bad once you get
moving. But getting moving is often the problem.
Inertia
is so hard to overcome when we know things will be difficult,
challenging, or just plain suck. But we must learn how to get moving and
then keep moving. I am pretty sure we can call this Disciple.
Perseverance. Commitment. All essential to success.
What is the "wood stove" that keeps you - or your group - from making progress?
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Monday, December 2, 2024
Get moving!
Tuesday, November 5, 2024
Our dreams and God's sovereignty
Let’s say we have an athletic goal, i.e. running a personal best in a race. We are smart in our training, exhibit admirable diligence, eat right, and get enough sleep. We go to the start line ready for a break-out performance. Alas, it doesn’t happen. Was God mean to not let it happen? No. Was His will predicated on our actions prior to or during the race? After all, we did all that was humanly possible. Probably not. If God is absolutely sovereign—and I believe He is—God must have had our ultimate good in mind when he ordained the outcome, even though we may not understand it.
Sometime ago, Gary set his mind on putting a deer he named “Double Forks” both in the freezer and mounted on the wall. He used trail cameras to capture video and pictures of the big guy. He patterned the deer and learned his ways. He carefully selected a day with beneficial temps and wind direction to perch on his stand high up in a tree and patiently wait.
It truly is a beautiful thing when our dreams align with God’s will. Thank you, Lord!
Tuesday, October 15, 2024
Complete the mission
races since 1994. As I have aged, however, the challenge level of making required cutoffs has grown exponentially. It's been frustrating to face the reality of not being able to perform as in yesteryear. Hence, enter the 24-hour race, a different kind of hurt.
These races that start one day and end 24 hours later have no cutoffs. If one decides to take a 3-hour nap at 2 AM, that's not a problem. There is no event-generated mileage expectations. Some enter to accomplish a personal goal without a time crunch. For example, complete a 50K or 50 mile with a generous time buffer. It's a beautiful thing.
This last weekend, I set off with me, myself, and I for Lillington, NC for the Cape Fear 24-Hour event. The course is a black-topped and lighted 0.6 mile pathway, relatively flat, encircling a couple of recreational fields. The sole aid station is well stocked, a few runners don costumes for comic relief, and various blow-up characters serve to distract on the 95th lap in the middle of the night. The race is incredibly well-
organized and volunteers oh so helpful. But these factors were not the main reasons I entered.
My previous three attempts at the 24 hr format saw me stop short of the mark, all for different reasons. With a little over an hour to go, time enough for another lap, I stopped short at the Black Mountain Monster because I could not catch the first place women and the third place women could not catch me.
The Buffalo Mountain Endurance Race in Tennessee was my next go-around in November of 2022. I stopped 50 minutes shy of the 24-hour mark with 80 miles. I felt awful and completely exhausted. Turns out I had Covid.
Then in November of 2023, I entered the Greensprings 24 Race. I pulled up after 75 miles and left about two hours on the clock. This time, it was a slightly worrisome pain in my chest that contributed to my decision.
I drove to North Carolina to truly understand what it meant to find the "dignity in completion" described so eloquently by philosopher and world class ultramarathoner, Sabrina Little, who incidentally was the previous American record holder at the 24-hour format running 152.03 miles. Mind-blowing, I know! In my thinking and considering how slow I have become, I set the goal of using up the entire 24 hours to cover at least 80 miles, many of which I knew would be walking.
Here's how the race went. I actually ran most of the first 10 miles, shifting to a relatively comfortable run/walk approach upthrough about 25 miles. Nevertheless, with my heart rate much too high to be sustainable and my legs becoming increasingly disobedient so early on, I had to figure out how to accept the fact that I would be walking for the next 55 miles if my goal was to be realized. That began to weigh heavily on my rambling thoughts and I knew I had to figure out a way to bring them under submission.
I will spare you the details of the physical and mental challenges, especially when the lead runners would breeze by me time after time after time. It was demoralizing but I was intentional about offering encouraging words to them as they passed. I filled some of the time catching up with two old-school runners whom I have known for decades. But other than a few words here or there, the only extended conversations I had were with myself. I utilized services that the Campbell University School of Medicine offered in an effort to restore life into this old body. Twice I sat in my car for five minutes to compose myself and will away the sleepiness. Numerous times I ducked into the restroom as my body was trying to deal with fluid shifts. As temperatures fell, I morphed into a Michelin TireMan look-alike by sequentially adding six layers to fend off the cold.
Finally, the clock read 23 hours. With dawn slowly breaking, the golden hour had finally arrived. This is what I had been waiting for. This is where I would have to decide if I had the integrity and dignity to see it through to the bitter end. Did I? I have to admit, with each lap I decided to be content with just one more. Leaving 45 minutes on the clock isn't that bad. Right? How about 30 minutes? 15 minutes? It was a huge struggle to force myself to endure just a bit longer. However, when the clock read 23:56ish, too little time to complete another lap, I was pleased to finally understand what the dignity of completion felt like, despite falling 2.5 miles short of my 80 mile goal.
Was it worth it? Yes. Mission accomplished.
Monday, September 9, 2024
Lean on me
"Lean on me," said the little tree to the big tree.
Sorry
if I just made a song start playing on repeat in your brain. That said,
it's a cool song made popular by Bill Withers in 1972.
"Lean on me
when you're not strong
and I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won;t be long
Till I'm gonna need somebody to carry on..."
We all love this notion of leaning on each other; on creating a community where it's all for one and one for all. But do we?
Sure,
it takes humility to be the one who leans. The one who is feeling weak
and incapable. The one who is fearful of hitting the ground with a
resounding thud. The one who needs help.
But
I think it may take just as much humility and a sense of courage to be
the lean-to. For some reason, we think we will not be strong enough to
support another's heavy burden. We won't know what to say and when to
say it. We doubt our ability to empathize and understand. Plus, it takes
time and effort, of which we find a scarcity in our own lives. So we
don't even try. It's easier that way.
But
take a lesson from that skinny little tree whose diameter pales in
comparison to the big guy. Who knew that the little tree was enough to
provide ample and necessary support?
Take a chance. Make like the little tree.
"Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ." Galatians 6:2
Monday, September 2, 2024
Barnyard Boogey
It might look like
mayhem but this little challenge was not without purpose. I call it the
Barnyard Boogey. Each athlete was assigned one of 4 animals. They were
permitted to make only the sounds of the dog, cat, cow, or duck to which
they were assigned. The task? Find all your fellow species and link
arms.
While this process is highly
entertaining for those who watch, it is fairly difficult for all the
animal wanna-bes. So how do they accomplish the task?
Success
depended of making the choice to filter out and ignore all the
unnecessary noise that confuses and distracts. Instead, they had to be
selective in what and who they responded to. The barkers had to be drawn
to those who barked. The ducks had to be quacking the same tune. And
the cats and cows had to discern a meow from a moo.
Are
we not bombarded with a lot of worthless noise on a daily basis? Just
like the college athletes in this little game, if we want to be
effective we must learn to be extremely careful in who and what we give
our attention to. Sometimes it is the outside voices that confuse. Other
times it is the little voice in our own head that lies to us and talks
smack.
Be leery of extraneous noise. Focus in on what edifies.
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Don't be scared to try
I am a rural-kind of girl. There has always been a ton of farm equipment on our property but until yesterday, I had not climbed aboard to wrangle the beast into obedience.
But since necessity is the mother of invention, yesterday was the day to add a new skill. I needed mulch moved from the mulch pile to my flower beds. My husband was kind enough to teach me to operate the tractor, offering very valuable pointers about using all the controls. With his guidance and the bush hog following behind, it was mission accomplished.
Though intimidating at first, I think I have the basics down. I am looking forward to becoming more capable and skilled in the future.
Go ahead. Try something new.
Grow where you are planted
Grow where you are planted.
Sometimes
we find ourselves in a very unfortunate situation. Take the tree in the
picture. Broken. Dead and decaying. Falling apart, Becoming a whopping
big pile of mulch. But then something miraculous happens.
Growth
in all the unexpected places. Turns out, the difficult circumstance
actually created the perfect, nutrition-rich environment for new
development. Look closely. Perhaps that little sliver of green with its few first
leaves is spurred on by the hope shown in the two young trees rising up
from the stump. "If they could do it, maybe I can too."
It's never hopeless. Reach deep. Grow where you are planted.
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
When good results disappoint
I will spare you all the details, but my running has really taken a dive over the last few months. The group of women I run with can be chatting it up having a great time, only to unintentionally pull away and leave me eating their dust. I try to keep up but it's like my engine is throttled back by a governor, heart rate zooming upwards to no avail. I simply can't go. I feel my chest tighten and throat close. I have to walk. I hate being the anchor. Lately, I make excuses to why I can not join them on those long Saturday runs to avoid holding them back and embarrassing myself.
So I run alone. That way, I can control the pace. But alas, I have no get up and go. That same tightness comes and goes, resolved by walking but with sub-zero energy. I makes me wonder if my genetically-produced coronary artery disease is misbehaving again. Surely, I don't want to keel over up in the mountains but my symptoms beg the question if I should even be there. Friends encourage me to call my cardiologist. Perhaps I should. But what if nothing is wrong? I am more terrified of that than an occluded vessel.
Then again, I've been under a lot of stress with a work situation. And, I am 67 and not at the pinnacle of fitness. Maybe this is all par for the course. I certainly do not want to be a hypochondriac worry-wart. Just suck it up, I tell myself. You're fine. Nothing is going to happen. It's all in your head.
So here I am at my keyboard figuring out my next move. I think I will contemplate life a little longer, be sad for a few more moments that there are no easy answers, and then go for a run.
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