GO RUN!!!!

Perpetual motion is inevitable. Even if you are standing still, you are still hurling through space at high velocity and spinning at ultra speed simultaneously. So, to be fair, you are never standing still...
I was once asked why I run, and this person added, "especially since nothing is chasing you."
When runners are asked why they run, the answers are about as varied as the runners. But I've chalked it up to two main categories. Either (a) they are running from something, or (b) they are running to something.
Let me explain. Some people run to lose weight, so in essence, they are running from a bigger version of themselves, or at least running from health problems due to being overweight. Others run because they have a goal in mind. Whether it be making it through a marathon, or maybe just being able to run a mile without completely losing his/her breath. So, these people are essentially running "to" something. Be it that proverbial finish line.
I think I started running away from something. So, my friend who asked me why I run, I tell you, I was running from something. You see, when I started running, I kind of felt like my life was hurdling out of control. My wife had been sick for some time. I was basically left to taking care of our five children when I wasn't working a fulltime job of 40+ hours a week. Due to this, my job was suffering. I felt like I was losing at everything. I needed something I could control and to be able to get away from everything. So, I think that's why I started.
And then, when I started to be able to really put miles in, I had a thought to run "to" something. The idea of running a marathon came into fruition and I began putting in even more miles. And then something happened. It really began when I finished the Dam to Dam in May. I felt so good about how I finished that I almost forgot that this wasn't my goal. I decided to take a week off after Dam to Dam. A week turned in to two. Two turned to three, and before I knew it, I had lost complete focus on where I wanted to be. Life got busy, and it almost became business as usual.
Last night, I had a friend ask me how my training was going. I thought about lying to him and keep it at a simple "great". But I decided to fully disclose. And this is what I love about runners. It's not a competition as much as it is a comradary. He simply responded, "well, you've still got a good base line, so just pick it back up. GO RUN!"
So I did. I clocked in my 3 miles. And then tonight I clocked in 4. No more excuses. I'm back. This is a redemption story of how it's never too late. I don't know the end yet so we will see how this unfolds. What I do know is, I have friends who love and care for me and it is throught this sport that I have really felt the depths of our companionship. And to you all I say, thank you for being freaking great! You all really are the best!
And a final thought to anyone reading this who has thought about running but doesn't know how to start. To you I say, quit just hurling through space and spinning at high velocity! To echo my friend from last night...GO RUN!!!

Dam to Dam That Was Fun!

"Run with the Police" 5K

Man, I haven't posted on here in so long. So, quick recap of where I'm at in training. I've been  plugging in the miles and am running between 80 and 100 miles per month. I am feeling really good and my pace continues to improve. I ran the "Run with the Police" 5K a couple weeks back and learned a really good lesson there on race day jitters. I tried to push the pace too hard and ended up stalling out at mile 2. It was hot, humid and I was not prepared. I told myself at the beginning that I was going to treat it like any other run and just do my thing. But when the gun fired and people started passing me...well, I couldn't have that.
So, then last Saturday, I ran my first half marathon via Dam to Dam! It was way earlier in the morning, much cooler and I was more prepared. I remember just relaxing before the run, talking with friends and having a great time before the gun even fired. But once it was time to get lined up, it was kind of like a switch was flipped. I was all in. But, let's go back a bit and let you know where my head was at prior.

Heading to the bus

First of all, I was super scared about missing the bus. I mean seriously, that was my biggest fear. I woke up at 4am and had all my stuff set out the night before. I showered, got dressed, drank a protein shake and grabbed my coffee and headed out the door by 4:30am. I got downtown and circled the block a few times until I found a parking spot. Then, I got on that yellow bus. One of what looked like at least 20-30 buses! I lost count, they just kept pulling up. It was pretty exciting.
I sat down next to a guy and we began talking. He had done Dam to Dam before but this was only his second year doing the half as he had only done the 5K before that. He told me what everyone else did, that this was one of his favorites. We chatted off and on and I listened to others as they talked about their races. I mostly  sat and listened. I took it all in. Then we finally made it to Saylorville. We got off the bus and I put my bag of warm up clothes in the designated area and headed straight to the bathroom as I didn't want to wait until the last minute.
I did my duty  and it was only when I was about to stand that I realized...I had just sat in someone else's business. My mind went crazy. I was so mad and agitated! I almost lost it. But I knew I couldn't let this get to me. I had to focus. So I cleaned up and got out of there...There was a lady right behind me, so of course I made sure the seat was cleared for her. I'm not a jerk!
So...blah blah blah, back to the starting line, flip switched, me super focused. The gun fires. I don't hear it but people start moving, so I start. I had lined up at the 8 min. pace group so I started out slower and planned on doing negative splits. I had it all figured out in my head. I would start at 8:30 for three miles, 8:15 for another 3 miles. 8:00 for three miles and then between 7:50 and 7:45 for the last 4.1 miles. I was hoping to average just below 8:00 but I didn't quite make it.
But here's the thing. I was in the zone. I have never felt that calm during a run before. The water stops
were a huge energy boost and seeing all those people who came out to cheer us on was so motivating. I loved giving the high fives to the kids who were so quick to put their hands out. I read in a blog after the run that it's so good for the kids to have runners high five as they are the future and I was glad I did.
I was getting close to the end of the race and really wasn't feeling fatigued at all. And then I saw the finish line in the distance but knew there were a few turns ahead and looks were deceiving. That's
when I started to wain. I knew that it was mental and I had to just stick it out. Then my bluetooth headphones died. I was losing focus. I started slowing in my pace. I rounded a corner and that's when I saw my two oldest kids on the back of Papa's pick up truck watching for me. I yelled out to them and they frantically waved and cheered and Papa cheered too! That was it, the final push I needed. I picked up pace and realized I was running at about a 6.50 pace for that last 1,000 meters or so. I couldn't believe it but I was nearing the finish line. And then I hit it. I made it to the end! I ran it in 1:46.36. My pace was an 8:08 avg. But more importantly than all that, I did it.
As they handed me the medal, I just kind of walked away dazed. I couldn't believe that I was able to move like that and that I was able to turn on that switch and keep it on. I felt like a million bucks! As I made it back to where my dad and kids were, I was just beaming. I learned and I grew as a runner, and that to me is way more important than the pace, finishing time or medal. It was then that I realized, this isn't a phase, it isn't something that I'm going to stop doing. I am a runner and I have earned my spot among these amazing athletes. But I still realize, I am only half way to my goal. Time to krank it up!!!