It's Only 100 Miles

January 16th will mark 6 years of my "running life". I really can't remember what life was like before that day in 2006. One thing I am absolutely sure of is this... NEVER in my wildest dreams would I have said that there would be a point in my life that I would be running a 100 miler. Now I'm getting ready to do just that.... for the SECOND time.

There have been many changes over the past 6 years. That first day I barely made it one mile. It seemed like the hardest thing I would ever do. The next day felt even worse. I ran a 5k a few months later and wondered how in the world people could run any farther than that. 10,000 plus miles later and I have managed to go a little longer from time to time. It has been a learning process and the failures outweigh the successes. Fortunately, the successes have been enough to keep me coming back for more and looking for the next challenge.

One of the biggest changes over that period came in late 2009 and early 2010 when both of my parents were diagnosed with cancer. The very idea that somebody I loved would have cancer was crazy and it was unthinkable that both parents would require life altering procedures within a few months of each other. That was as far fetched as me running 100 miles. Both were ridiculous notions. Cancer happened to "other" people and NOBODY runs 100 miles. Except it doesn't happen to "other" people and people DO run 100 miles.

My eyes were opened to the horrors of cancer during this time. It is an evil monster that robs from ALL of us. Both my parents are alive and I am thankful but in the past few years, several of my friends, people that I loved and considered family, have been taken. Of course I'm not the only one, many of my friends have experienced great losses too. We are ALL in this fight together. Sometimes I get caught up in the hype and forget this.... that we ALL hate cancer and want to see the day when it is no longer relevant.

When I say "caught up in the hype"  it's not a reference to my seemingly narcissistic love affair with myself. Sometimes I just feel like it's too much. Too much to keep asking. Too much to keep begging. Too much to keep tweeting or posting on facebook every 5 minutes, the fact that I hate cancer. We all hate cancer. I know this but still fundraising can be emotionally and physically draining. It takes it's toll on my body before I ever hit the starting line. Anybody that has been there knows what I'm saying. It usually makes me feel guilty for asking time and time again. So I decided NOT to ask this time because it would just be easier that way. I could just concentrate solely on the race and go into it mentally prepared without the pressure of anybody watching.

Then the VOICES kicked in with rational thought a stern lecture. They let me know that this was a selfish and disrespectful approach. Facts are facts. I will run 100 miles on February 4th. It is the Rocky Raccoon 100 in Huntsville, Texas. Unless you are an ultra runner, you probably don't know anybody that will ever try this distance. It is a unique opportunity for both of us to TEAM UP and fight back. I will run 100 miles as fast as I can. I promise to keep moving in a forward motion, even when it gets dark and cold. Even when the miles seem impossible, I promise to push toward the finish line. I will do this with the full knowledge that my pain and weakness is not even enough to resgister a blip on the radar when compared to those with cancer. All I ask of you is to support me with one dime for each mile that I cross.  

Please consider this. I am asking begging for a $10 donation to the Relay for Life. I have NOTHING to offer in return. The Honor Scroll Run will be coming soon and the Pink Tutu will make an appearance (or two) this year. For this run it will just be me, a cancer hatin' doo rag and some really cool shoe laces. If you want to donate click------->HERE<------- or make a check payable to the American Cancer Society and mail to:


David Murphy
HC 72 Box 324-8
Wasola, MO
65773

Here is a link to last year's Rocky Raccoon 100 Mile Recap and Video

For Better Or Worse.....

For 119 days I ran. Everyday. No matter what. No less than 3 miles. Some days 15 or 20 miles. Some days I ran twice. Why? Because I was "Streaking". At first, it was just because the days ran together. In fact, it is common for me to run 10 or 12 days in a row without taking a day off. I don't really know why or when the VOICES decided I should streak. It just kind of happened quietly.

I fully expected the streak to end at 48 days. But on the day after the 53 mile run at the Relay For Life, the VOICES had me throwing down a 5 miler on the treadmill. Okay.... Then I thought it would end at 77 with the "non-training, almost drowning, non-bike riding, I forgot how to run a 5k, Tri". Nope. The VOICES wanted more.

At 100 days and 700 miles the VOICES were happy and ready to call it good. This is where I took over and "sold out". I got wrapped up in the numbers. It was like a crazy addiction. Like I had to prove that I could just keep going. On day 115 I felt a pain in my calf around mile 4 but I HAD to finish the 6 miler. By the end of the run the pain was intense and I could barely walk. The next day I ran 3 miles. On day119, it was a 10 miler and I was convinced there wasn't a problem.

That night I posted the "StreakDay 119" pic online. I had to let the world know about this amazing feat.... that is when the VOICES took charge. That is when the "Streak" came to an abrupt end. I realized then that I wasn't training. I hadn't been racing. My intensity level was below par. My focus had been lost. The numbers had become more important than the running. More important than the journey. More important than my competitive spirit. Only 119 days and I had become this dude.... sad.

 

Lesson learned. The "Streak" wasn't entirely bad. 119 days, 835 miles.... I'll keep those numbers and I enjoyed most of it and will probably streak again at some point. For better or worse, it was an awesome learning experience.

The focus is back. With a 50 miler coming up in about a month- and a sweet little 50k a few weeks later, it's time to get my act together and put some real numbers on the board.  After that....... uhhhh..... we'll talk about that later. Right now I've got a minor injury that needs some dirt rubbed on it. Then it's time to get back to bidness.....

Ree-Donk-U-Lus

Sometimes the VOICES say some ree-donk-u-lus things. Like when they decided we should run the Dogwood Canyon 50k in a pink tutu. Or when they suggested that WE run it hard and try to compete. Naturally, I listened to their advice and away we went. The pink tutu brought in over $400 for the ACS and I finished the race strong, maintaining an 8:35 pace for 31 miles on some pretty rough terrain. Then THEY got really silly. HOW ABOUT A SUB 3 HOUR MARATHON?

Seemed like a reasonable suggestion. Except the marathon THEY had in mind was exactly one week after the 50k. Guess the VOICES haven't read Runner's World lately and forgot about the whole "recovery period" following a long distance event. But I'm not any smarter because there I was, a week later, lining up at the Bass Pro Marathon with the hope of breaking 3 hours. I struggled with a minor hamstring injury but pulled it off with a 2:58:52. Sweet- but only for a few days.

These FREAKS in my head started questioning everything. Was it a fluke? Could I do it again or was that just a lucky day? Was I REALLY a sub 3 marathoner? I had my doubts because my previous PR of 3:13:23 had held for 3 years and my best time last year was 3:15. So, being an IDIOT, I decided to find out at the White River Marathon in Cotter, AR. Great plan. With a new course that is flat and fast, this would be the perfect place to find out..... except for the fact that it was only 13 days after Bass Pro. Ree-donk-u-lus.

The goal was set and I was nervous. Training was tough because of the hamstring so I had to be easy for a week. But by last Thursday, I had strung together 3 consecutive days of 5 mile runs at a 6:30 pace and really felt confident that it would be okay. All I had to do now was maintain a less than 6:50 pace for 26.2 miles and it I could shut the VOICES up. Still seemed like a ree-donk-u-lus idea- but I was willing to give it a shot.

Standing at the starting line on Saturday morning, all the doubts were gone. I was focused on exactly what was necessary and I was ready to roll. The start was a little messed up because the horn malfunctioned and a quick yell of GO began the race- who knows when the clock started- and we were off. Within the first 100 yards, some genius pulled sideways into the road. WHAT?? They were trying to park. Why they were even allowed in this area is beyond me but he backed up in a hurry and everybody made it around him.

This is a small race with about 400 people total between 3 events. The 5k, 1/2 marathon and full marathon participants all start together with no organization to where everyone lines up. This always leads to the same scenario. The 50 yard dashers get up front and within a very short distance they are worn out and slowing down becoming obstacles for everyone else. Fortunately, I have ran plenty of these kinds of races and know what to expect. Be ready to dodge the adults and jump over the kids. Fun.

The first couple of miles went WAY too fast and we were rolling along at about a 6:20 pace. I backed off quite a bit but, as it turned out, not enough. The course was an out and back. Twice. This was different but kind of nice because most points on the course offered the motivation from other runners. I love throwing the WOOOOO!!! to people as they are pushing towards their goals. Motivates and inspires me to see someone who is struggling but still SMILING. This emphasizes how awesome it is to set a goal and go after it.

The first half went great but FAST. At the turn around point I was in 3rd place but the pace was too fast. My Garmin had me running a 1:27:30 for the the first 13.1 and this was faster than I had planned. Probably faster than I have ever ran that distance- not sure. This had me on pace for a 2:55 finish. I knew then that I would not have negative splits but I tried to maintain and just kept putting one foot in front of the other.

My pace did fall back some in the second half but not too bad. With a two-time out and back course, there were plenty of people on the course until about mile 18. Then it got LONELY. Once in a while I could catch a glimpse of a runner in front and as I neared the turn around at about mile 20 I could see the leaders as they started down the final 6 mile stretch. Mentally it was hard to maintain, knowing that I was in a solid 3rd but I kept plugging. After the final turn-around and around mile 21 it was nice to start seeing some other runners again. This really does help boost the motivation to finish strong.

As I watched the leaders at the turn-around I knew that my friend and training partner, Charley, would win. He has won this race the two previous years and was in fantastic marathon shape coming into this year. He was in second place at the time but I counted the distance between him and the leader. 20 seconds. I know Charley well enough to know that he would push with everything he had to get in front. This perked up my spirits knowing that he would win again and probably PR. He did- with a 2:49. Smokin' fast.

As I approached the final mile, a friend that had ran the 5k was on the course. He gave me some high fives and lots of motviation to finish hard. I hit the last mile at a 6:40 pace and finished in just under 2:58. Of course I won't know the "official time" until the race director posts them online but I know it was at least 2:58. This was another PR and I was beyond happy. Ran right through the volunteers handing out medals and found an open spot to roll a cart-wheel. I'm sure it sucked but so what? Better than torturing everyone with a non-coordinated happy dance.

Some of my friends have asked what I thought my time could be IF there wasn't a 50k and 2 Marathons within 3 weeks. My answer is this..... who cares?? Ree-donk-u-lus to even think about that. I broke 3 hours twice and have a new PR. It just doesn't matter because the past 20 days have been a blast and I wouldn't trade any of it for a minute or two off a PR. A sub 4:30 50k and two sub 3 hour marathons?? If I EVER complain about that please come punch me in the mouth. Please.

13 Days

Here WE go again.....The VOICES have spoken and it's time to roll. It was less than 3 weeks ago that I ran the Dogwood Canyon 50k. Seems like longer but that's what it was. I pushed it pretty hard that day and finished in 4:26:10. A decent time considering the pink tutu. One week later it was on to the Bass Pro Marathon where I managed to pull off a PR despite a hamstring problem. Obviously, it was not the smartest plan to run my first sub 3 hour marathon a week after a 50k. My hamstring "injury" became noticeably worse in the following days. I had to scale WAY back on my training since but I think it is time to get back on track.

Last Friday, I forced myself to run a 12 miler and there was some pain but when it was over, I knew that things would be okay. A few days of rest and then three solid runs at a faster pace this week has left me feeling confident that the upcoming marathon on Saturday will be another good one. I am hoping for another sub 3 and shooting for a new PR. It is the White River Marathon (formerly Mtn. Home Marathon for Kenya) in Cotter, Arkansas. The course is supposed to be flat and fast- (aren't they all advertised that way?) and if things go right, it should be a good day.

I have ran this marathon the last 2 years but the course has been changed. It was a pretty tough and hilly course that left me for dead both times. The first year, I should have stayed home. I had a bad cold with a lot of chest congestion AND it was raining with freezing monster winds. My wife warned me not to run and even said that she wasn't coming to visit me in the hospital when I ended up with pneumonia. I think she probably would have.... probably. I struggled that day- and ended up coming in at 3:23.

Last year was a mess too. Worse even. The weather was perfect but I was not. This was another one that I should have skipped but didn't. I had a slight calf strain going in and by mile one it was much more than slight. It HURT. BAD. I actually stopped and debated dropping out. Probably should have. My over-inflated ego wouldn't hear it and I hobbled and limped the next 25 miles. I finished that day just over 3:30 in pain and disgusted with myself. Both of these finishing times are decent but not what I had hoped for and that eats at me.

I'm a little disappointed about the course change because I would like to redeem myself on the hills. I have legitimate reasons for the bad races but they still seem like pathetic excuses in my head. At the same time, I am excited at the prospect of another sub 3 if the day goes as planned. The hamstring is almost 100% and I rubbed some dirt on it.... should be fine.

The VOICES have been telling me that 13 days is long enough. I agree. 13 days is long enough to hold on to that PR- time for a new one.

Chasing a PR....and a Dog?

It's funny how things work out. When I started running back in 2006, it was all about losing a little weight. As things progressed it turned into a desire to compete in a few 5k's. I read EVERYTHING that I could get my hands on and listened to every podcast out there. I wanted so bad to learn the secrets and pick up tips from the pro's. I followed training plans as best I could and tried speed work outs at the track. Pearl Izumi, Saucony, Brooks and Asics replaced my Nikes and a Garmin Forerunner took away the necessity of measuring my route beforehand with my truck.

This worked pretty good for a while but it seemed like I got stuck in a rut last year. My 5 and 10k times had leveled off and the marathon times were always between 3:15 and 3:30. Late in the year, I was guilty of taking on more than my training would allow. After a 50k in September, a 25k in October and 2 marathons in November- I was done. A calf strain during the 1st mile of the Mtn. Home Marathon left me limping for the next 25 miles and then sitting on the couch for a week or two. Genius stuff. This is when I decided that something had to change.

I thought about what I wanted to do and HOW I would get there. What I came up with was simple, put in more miles, more long runs with less speed and incorporate some strength training. By the end of January of this year, I was hitting 50 mile weeks consistently and had my first 200 mile month. In February, the weight training and core exercises started. I went back to my Nike Pegasus, scrapped the iPod, forgot the training plans and canceled the subscription to Runners World. In April, Charley and I ran the Ouachita 50 miler and I started really seeing the benefits. In June, the 54 miles during the Relay for Life didn't kill me and I was running again after 2 days off. Things were falling into place.

PR's in the 5 and 10k and some faster paced long runs left me confident that the plan was working. There has been zero track work outs, just some faster paced 6 and 10 mile runs- nothing mind blowing but faster than average- a couple of times per week. A few tweaks in my diet helped shed a few extra pounds and provided stored energy for the long hauls. All of this was leading to a potential PR in the marathon.

Last week, I managed to have a great 50k trail race with negative splits. With the exception of the 50 miler, which was my "perfect day", I have ALWAYS bonked on the second half of any long distance race. Finishing in just under 4 1/2 hours was a huge boost to my confidence coming into the Bass Pro Marathon on Sunday. I knew that if I recovered in time- there would be a PR. I might have even stated that publicly a few times.

Last Friday, as I finished an easy 6 miler, it felt like somebody punched me HARD in the my hamstring. I limped and hobbled home, unable to run and was scared to death that I had royally screwed up. I could feel a little nagging pain all day on Saturday and by that night I was on edge but I went ahead with my pre-marathon rituals. Lots of food and a few beers to chill. Must have worked because Sunday morning, I felt nothing. No pain, no hint of anything. Was it just wishful thinking?

My race day breakfast is ALWAYS 2 sausage biscuits from McDonalds. Why? Because 1 isn't enough and oatmeal sucks. Of course a large coffee to wash it down is necessary too. My wife and I arrived early and met some friends for pre-race photos and well wishes and then it was time to line up.

The weather was perfect- about 40 degrees at the start- and the event is pretty small so there wasn't a huge pile up at the line. After the first 1/2 mile the packed thinned and the running lanes opened up. I started out at a 6:45 pace and within just a few steps the hamstring was talking. Not a BAD pain but enough to notice. This freaked me out and I convinced myself just to maintain my pace and not speed up. Just maintain and see what happens.

By mile 5 I had enough of the stupid hamstring issue so I decided to forget about it. There was NOTHING I could do about it and if it decided to cramp, knot, pull or whatever it is they do- there would be NOTHING I could do anyway- so I might as well set it aside and just run. I just went with the plan- maintain the pace, don't speed up, don't slow down- just stick to the plan.

I always carry a water bottle and this was no exception. It was filled with Gatorade so I made sure to get water at every aid station. Each station was 2 miles apart and I walked through each one because I am not coordinated enough to run and drink out of those cups- no matter how I fold the top. It ALWAYS ends up on my face or chest, so I just like to take a few seconds to walk. Of course, every time I did this, other runners would pass me. Not really a problem- because I generally passed them again within a short distance.

I hit the half at 1:30:10. This was actually a PR for the 1/2 by about 30 seconds(I have not ran a 1/2 since 2008)but I was a little discouraged because my Garmin had the distance at 13.4 miles. This meant my pacing was off and I could not rely on my time. I stepped it up, just a little, and waited for the hamstring to start whining. It did but not too bad. I settled into my new pace and started passing some of those speedsters that flew by me early on in the race.

I was NOT concerned with passing people- I had decided that the only race I was in was with the clock. I had dreams of a sub 3 hour marathon since my first one in 2007 but it had always been a distant dream and not very realistic. 2007 was the year of my PR, a 3:13 and 2008 and 2009 were 3:15's. That is a lot of time to make up- but I was on pace to come close. I knew that I COULD squeeze in IF the hamstring held up AND I didn't hit the wall as I always have in the past.

At mile 17, I passed one of those speedsters from earlier. He was puking on the side of the road and for some reason this made me smile. Sure, that's not nice but I couldn't help it. I had to smile because there he was, puking and done, and I was feeling better with each mile. Sorry dude....

At mile 21, where I typically hit the WALL, something cool happened. I crossed the 2,000 miles for the year mark and felt energized and rejuvenated. I thought this was a good time to make a move and blow through the last 5 miles. WRONG!! My hamstring SCREAMED at me, so I backed off and maintained. That was the plan and I was sticking to it.

Coming down the last few miles, a big black dog started running with me. It was weird because there were so many runners on this part of the course. The 1/2 marathoners shared these last few miles and it was crowded. The dog chose ME to run with, sometimes cutting right in front, causing me to hit him with my legs. I yelled and even barked at it. Nothing. Finally I just laughed and realized what was happening. Bob and Joe. They were looking down and getting one final laugh as I acted like a fool with this dog. I thought about my two friends that had lost their battles with cancer within the last week and how much they had impacted my life. Bob and Joe were with me as I pushed through the final two miles toward the finish line. I KNOW they were because it was almost effortless and I was able to push the pace a little more.

At the mile 26 marker, my watch had 26.2 and I knew the time would be close. I became a little distracted as I was trying to do the math in my head and the next thing I knew there was a crowd of people in my way. What is going on? Get out of the way dummy's! WHY are you blocking my way?? Then a friend in the crowd ran over to me and told me to get back on the road. What? The road? Oh, I get it.... I had been so wrapped up in trying to figure out the time and pace that I had ended up on the sidewalk where the crowd had gathered. My bad.

I popped out just in front of my family and my wife was taken by surprise. She got an excellent picture of the road after I passed. Turning into the final stretch, I could see the clock and knew for sure that I had made it. Turning on the jets- I sprinted across the finish line in 2:58:52. Good for 7th overall, 1st in the 35-39 age group AND negative splits. The dog finished about a minute behind me.

The hamstring turned out fine and I think it was just a minor scare. A few days off and I'll get back to it. I've got a new PR to beat and a perfect opportunity to do it at the White River Marathon on November 20. Yep. I'm begging for trouble. That's how WE roll....

Running With a Heavy Heart

The VOICES are chattering and everyone is excited. This has been the best year of training in club history. That's not saying a whole lot considering the WE have only been running since 2006 but still, it's been a good year. More miles, consistent paces and awesome long runs have translated into PR's at EVERY distance that I have raced in this year. The 50k last week was not a PR for the distance but it was a PR for a trail 50k. Mile 21 of Sunday's marathon will be the 2,000 mile mark for the year, 500 more than last years total miles. All of this has the VOICES rambling on about PR's and chasing down the elusive sub 3 hour marathon. I'm not sure about the sub 3 but feel confident that a PR is realistic.

My first marathon was Bass Pro back in 2007 and the 3:13:something still stands as my PR. There have been some really close times but this has been my best. I think, if everything goes right, on Sunday- there will be a new PR at that same marathon. Muhammad Ali and Babe Ruth are battling in my head. Ali predicts a KO on the 3 hour mark and the Babe is pointing to the fence signaling a home run on the PR. These two dudes know that confidence makes a difference. Confidence comes through training and WE feel like the dues have been paid and it is time to put it to the test.

A slight scare at the end of today's run has me a little worried but I think it will be okay. As I was finishing up, my hamstring felt like it was knotted up and I had to walk it off and stretch it out. Hopefully this will not be an issue on race day and things will go as planned. I have the “pie in the sky” hope of sub 3 but will be pleased with 3:10. That's a huge difference, I know, but that's my approach. If it feels good early on then I will hammer down and see what happens. If not, I'll ease up and try again in 2 weeks at the White River Marathon.

Last week, I ran in PINK and honored all those touched by cancer and in support of breast cancer awareness. The $423 raised for that event, combined with the money from the Honor Scroll and the Relay run brings the total to almost $4,000 this year. Pretty awesome support. This week, there will be no “gimmicks” and the pink tutu will stay in the closet. Of course, the FIGHT continues and donations are ALWAYS welcome but the begging will cease for a while. Thanks for all your help.

Even though this is not a fund-raising event, it will have a significant impact, for me, as I re-new my efforts in this FIGHT. I will run, as always, in Honor of all who have battled the beast. My mom and dad, as always, will be in my heart BUT they will have to share the space with some very special people. Two of my favorite people in the world have both lost their battles with cancer this week. Two men that have had a lot of impact and influence on my life have been stolen by this monster. To say that I have know both of these men for my entire life would not be a stretch. I am 38 and they were both a part of my life for over 30 of those years.

Two different people but they both shared a common trait. They both believed in me and were always quick to let me know that fact. Joe was a former Marine that served in Vietnam. He carried himself in that way that Marines do, and lived his life with pride and integrity. He had the confidence to try anything and made people around believe they could too. He was a major influence in my decision to join the Marine Corps when I was 19. He did not suggest that I join, he did not tell me that I should, in fact he never even talked to me about it until after I went through boot camp. His influence came through his actions and the pride in which he lived his life.

Bob was a great friend to me, even when I was a kid and he was a few years older than my dad. He always treated me like I was special, even though I was just like the rest of the crowd. He always welcomed us to his house for a hunting trip, canoeing on the creek or just to lay around on a lazy Sunday and watch football. As an adult, we often worked together and I enjoyed learning “tricks of the trade” from him- he also taught me that it was OKAY to fish in the rain as long as the fish were biting and there was enough cold beer.

I will miss both of these great men. On Sunday, I will be running with a heavy heart and I fully expect to shed a few tears as they bring me through the hard miles. I know they will be watching and patting me on the back with pride. This will keep me running when I want to quit. This will keep me involved in the FIGHT when I want to quit. I loved these two men and I HATE cancer.

uhhhh..... Because WE Just Do

Sometimes the VOICES ask some crazy questions. I usually avoid answering because the answers are hard and sometimes embarrassing. They used to ask, "Why do you run?" and my answer usually came in the form of "uhhhhh....." It was not meant to be a trick question yet it was so HARD to come up with an answer. Why do I run when there are so many days that I do not feel like lacing them up and going? Why do I run when there is no real incentive? I mean, I will never be paid, will never get famous, will never win a big event, will never........ Why do I run? The short answer is..... uhhhhh...

Some things are impossible to put into words. The feeling of peace that accompanies every run is part of it. The sense of accomplishment is another. Going to work after completing a long run, marathon or ultra and feeling a lot like the dude in Fight Club. You know, the scene where he is in his office and looking around thinking something to the effect of "You people have no idea what I do when I'm not here". Maybe it's the chase for that elusive endorphin "high" that I hear so many talk about. In the end the VOICES were satisfied with this answer. "Because WE just do."

Another question THEY ask is "Why do you blog?" Huh?? What do you mean WHY? Because I am a world-class, first rate writer that everybody wants to hear from. DUH. That answer only got a huge laugh and a few not-so nice comments about the blog. So, this question is a lot like the other. Simple question- hard to answer.

There is no REAL incentive for me to write ANYTHING. I am not an expert, not an elite, not a writer, not even very smart. But what I do have is questions that only seem to work themselves out as I write. Nothing I put on here is meant to be profound, brilliant or inspiring. (and trust me, I know it's not even close) It is a way for me to work through my own running issues, problems and goals. A way that, as crazy as it sounds, can ONLY work themselves out by "putting it out there" for a few to see. Don't know why this works for me but it does. So in the end, the same answer probably applies. "Because WE just do."

Of course those are non-answers to simple questions. The REAL answer for every question THEY ever ask is much easier. Because THEY believe in me and I believe in THEM. Together WE can do anything. Maybe not better than anybody else but we CAN still do it.

~I'll never be an elite runner. Probably no better than average at best. This I know. I hope that nobody tells the VOICES these facts...... I like how they still BELIEVE.

Finding Time

I don't have time.... too many things to do today. This was my first thought this morning when I woke up. Amazing how I already had jumped from A to Z and forgot the other 24 letters in between. My wife left early to work on a float that she and a friend were constructing for the annual Hootin and Hollarin parade. So I was "the dude" in charge.... scary. I decided to FIND a way to get at least something in. After some coffee, a MUST for any morning, I cooked the boys breakfast and we headed downstairs. They were able to play (and check on dad) while I worked out in my weight room. I also managed to squeeze in a quick 3 miles on the dreadmill. Total time for all of this was about 2 hours.

I was left with a grand total of 30 minutes for all of us to be showered, dressed and ready to roll out the door. Not REAL easy with a 7 and 3 year old but we got it done and zipped to town to play our part on the float and pass out candy. The sun beat down on us and everybody, including me, was wore out when we got home this afternoon. With my wife staying after to clean up and take the float apart- I was in charge of dinner. When she came home, the boys were fed and ready for a late nap. I thought about napping myself but then the VOICES kicked in.

"Are you REALLY going to nap? You're wasting precious time...... INVISIBLE MILES!!" Invisible miles?? Those are my favorite. They are the miles that you "sneak in" and do not affect your family at all. They are invisible in the sense that nobody but you can see them. I love invisible miles. I had to drag myself out the door- but it was well worth it. 6 miles of gravel roads at a decent pace- invisible to everyone else AND a double-dip.... can't beat that.

So, I guess what I'm saying is this...... sometimes we have to quit looking for excuses to not get it done and FIND ways to make it happen. Right now I have to find my way back to town for some more of that Hootin and Hollarin fun.... good music, square dancing, great people and FUNNEL CAKES.

The Search....

The gravel crunches beneath my feet-
Dancing to the rythym of my own heart beat-
Up and down this peaceful road -
Out for another run I go-
As the miles stretch from 2 to 3-
It is clear what has become of me-
A runner I am, that is what I do-
The search is over, I have found my WOOOO!!!-

Dumb? Yep......

Run. Run. Run. That is all “WE” do. How about changing it up and trying something new? This was a simple question that the CLUB discussed on many of the 216 laps around the track during last months Big/Dumb stunt. A valid and interesting question. The answer? A small triathlon. 600 meter swim, 14 mile bike ride and a 5k run. Great plan. Only a few problems- I don't swim, I don't ride and I don't have time to properly train. Luckily, the VOICES are great problem solvers and we figured out how to work around these small speed bumps in the plan.

I do own a bike. It is a 1994 Schwinn High Plains. An antique- not a very valuable one either- but still it is a bike, which has been retired to the great outdoors (sat in the rain, snow and sun) for about 14 years. The VOICES decided we could throw a few band-aids and shoot some WD-40 on it- good as new. Uhhh, not exactly. PRO-fessional help was required. Sure I COULD have got a new bike but that takes the fun out of it. Hopefully it will be finished tomorrow and ready to roll for Sunday.

Swimming. I do own a pool. It is a round, 18 ft x 4 ft, Sam's Club pool. Training for the swim portion of a Tri in this would be just as dumb as it sounds. I live very close to a couple of lakes but with work, my sons baseball games, family time, and RUNNING- that just seemed like too much of an effort. Fortunately, I have swam before. Like over 15 years ago. Marine Corps swim qualification. That should be sufficient training, how hard can it be? Genius.

Running. Yeah, WE know how to do that. Sure, it will come AFTER the dog-paddle and falling off the bike a few times but it IS still running. No problem.

I know that it is probably not the smartest thing to do- attempt a Triathlon (even a short one) without training, but it will be FUN. Hard? Yes. Humbling? Probably. Why? Why not? This should be interesting and for the first time I am going in with the mind-set to “just finish” not to race or try to be competitive- that would be just plain dumb.......hmmm......

A Mile is a Mile is a Mile is a Mile........

On a recent run with the Club, we were discussing various routes and distances to cover that day. Like most runners I have several “courses” that I use. We were talking about the possibility of a shorter 3-4 mile run instead of the usual 6-8 miler when Mr. Hotshot spoke up and started trashing the rest of the group. “3 miles? What? Why would you even bother to lace 'em up for that? 3 miles....pleeeeeze.” Mr. Hotshot is a “big-time” marathoner and ultra runner that can't be bothered with shorter, and in his opinion, less challenging runs. Truth be told, he is kind of an arrogant jerk but we put up with him because he is part of the Club.

This statement ruffled a few feathers and really pissed Tyler off. His response, “Okay Hotshot, lets race. 3 miles. Tough distance for me but obviously EASY for you, so lets go.” The race was on and we all ran with as much effort as we could muster. Tyler, a gutty and tough runner with a never-quit attitude, took the lead early and never let up. The rest of us, including Mr. “Ultra-runner” Hotshot, followed close behind. When it was all over, the entire group was humped over with hands on my-our- knees, breathing hard and ready to puke. Hotshot was JUST as tired as the rest of us despite this being a distance hardly worthy of his “lacing 'em up”.

So many times I have heard, “I ONLY ran a couple of miles- that's nothing for you. YOU run marathons.” I used to be like Mr. Hotshot and think that was an accurate statement until I thought about how STUPID it was to believe that. The distance can only be measured one way- 1 mile is 1mile no matter how you look at it. Pace and conditioning may differ but the distance does not. Yeah, I could probably creep along in an effortless jog without much trouble but if I put forth the same EFFORT as that person, it will not be an easy task.

YOU ONLY GET OUT WHAT YOU PUT IN........A 5 minute miler is no more or less tired than a 12 minute miler IF the effort is equal. I think it is just as big of an achievement to run a sub 20 or an over 40 minutes in a 5k as long as the EFFORT put forth is equal. Some runners only measure success by speed and place rather than the effort of their pace. It is silly to think that you are not a runner because Mr. Hotshot can go farther, longer or faster. Equal effort equals the same result....heavy breathing and sore muscles. It may take Mr. Hotshot less time to cover the miles or to recover and head to the beer garden but he still knows that the distance is HARD no matter how many times he has gone farther.

I really believe that anybody can run a marathon distance with a training plan, dedication and time commitment but to run it up to their potential takes EFFORT. I remember when I was feeling pretty good about getting 8-10 miles a week in and then talking to people that were running 50-60 miles per week. It was overwhelming and a little embarrassing at first. As time passed I noticed that these runners were struggling through the same miles as I was during 5 and 10k's. I came to understand the “reality of running” is not about how far or fast you can go but rather that you CAN go. Time on the road will increase endurance and the distances will grow from 1 to 5 miles and beyond. Pace and distance is irrelevant in the reality of running- it is the EFFORT that counts.

Mr. Hotshot no longer complains when we take it “easy” on him and cut the distance short, he understands that over equal distances and equal effort he is no more – or less- a runner than the rest of us.

Tyler is my HERO

"Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!" - Tyler Durden in Fight Club.

     I don't have Tyler Durden in my head. But I have a dude a whole lot like him. In fact, I call him Tyler. He likes to cuss me and bully me around. I love him. He pisses me off all the time, gets on my nerves when I feel like I am going to die and pushes me to get up and get the miles in when I have no interest at all in training. Fortunately, for me, my Tyler only wants to punish me. Unless, of course, I can rope somebody into coming along on a long run in the heat of summer or the freezing temps of the winter, but that is more their own fault than mine or Tyler's. 


     I think that anybody who pushes themselves out the door or onto a treadmill and runs has someone like this in their head. An instinct or drive to focus on the task and complete something that is HARD. Without this "voice" they're would be no distance runners, without this "voice" a lot of us would be eating Doritos or Cheetos on our couches while slurping down a soda and watching re-runs of Seinfeld. Accept it, we all hear "voices". It is what keeps us going in the lonely and difficult runs, be it a marathon or a short training run. We need to hear that encouragement and, at times, that kick in the butt to finish strong. 


     Many people say that runners, distance or endurance runners in particular, are crazy. I think they may be right. Most runners have a loose screw or two but not my Tyler. That dude is a STUD......

The Voices

This is how it works-

 I love to run but there are times when I would rather not. This is when the voices start. Chants, name calling, guilt and reverse psychology is how they get me up and out the door. I don't really mind the voices and have actually started looking forward to their daily calls. Together we have formed a running club that supports, encourages and competes with each other. I love these peeps. They are much more experienced, talented and tougher than I am. Pushing me out the door, through the hard miles and up the monster hills when I am feeling lazy or want to give up. Some people have "real" training partners, coaches and support crews. My team is ALWAYS with me and helps me to keep my eye on the prize and not veer off the track.  Sounds crazy- Yeah, probably does.........