"I just want, I just want love. I just want something. Something for nothing. I'm a beggar and I'm a chooser. I'm accused, I'm an accuser. But nothing's unconditional." -- The Bravery
Unconditional love.
Unconditional acceptance.
We all think about, talk about, and wish for it. After all, it certainly is a nice idea, don't you think? Imagine being loved and accepted by all people without conditions or limitations.
Total. Absolute. No matter what you say, what you do, or how you look.
That's pretty awesome.
I think the best example of unconditional love is the relationship between a parent and a child. I know of one father/son duo in particular that exemplifies this principle. Son keeps making self-destructive choices and father keeps picking up the pieces. That doesn't mean that father doesn't dislike the behavior (I'm sure he wants better things for his child), but he loves his son. He seems able to separate the act from the perpetrator of it. Speaking from a "childless by choice" perspective, I wonder how he hasn't disowned him by now. I think I would have changed my phone number.
I guess that's why I'm not a parent.
But, I digress.
The question here really is: are we willing to love and accept others unconditionally first? Is that where it starts? With us?
It's so much easier to point the finger at others who criticize or disagree with us, as if to say, "if only you would think, talk and act differently, this world would be a much better place." Come on now, we've all done it. I know I have.
For example, I was reading some facebook postings the other day about running with iPods. Half of the people who commented were supporting the idea of running with music. The other half condemned it, citing it unsafe and an unfair advantage to use in racing. Depending on what side of the fence you sit on, I'm sure you have an opinion. Personally, I run with music 80% of the time. I wear it on most, if not all, of my solo runs. I have worn it at races ranging from 5K to marathon distance. I know lots of runners who don't agree with me for doing it. At first, I used to feel defensive if people made fun of/criticized me for running with headphones, saying things like, "that makes you a jogger, not a runner."
But, then I realized I was defensive and argumentative because I felt insecure that they didn't accept me. It wasn't their words; it was how I responded to them. Perhaps THEY feel that THEY wouldn't be a real runner if THEY wore headphones. So, what they say is much less about me and my iPod and more about themselves.
Either I change my behavior (i.e. don't run with headphones) to please them, or I accept them for who they are, opinions and all. Neither one of us have to be right or wrong, necessarily. We just get to choose for ourselves. Their choice doesn't have to affect me one way or the other, nor mine them.
It's okay to be okay with someone who may not be okay with you, but if you're not okay with you to begin with, then it's damn near impossible. (You know, that whole, "I'm OK, you're OK" thing). I obviously didn't unconditionally love and accept myself for running with music. If I did, I wouldn't have been offended.
In my quest to be a positive and optimistic person, I've also become more aware of how I talk. It's a work in progress, but I'm doing pretty well with it. Basically, I'm focusing on speaking only of the things that I want more of in my life. You know, the good stuff. In the process, I've also become more aware of how other people talk. Here is a conversation I had with one of our members this morning. I'll call him "SA":
SA: (standing by the front desk, looking out of the window) It's so rainy and dreary out.
ME: Well, it depends on your perspective.
SA: (laughs) Well, it's not in here. (points) I mean out there.
ME: Still depends on your perspective.
SA: (looks at me quizzically)
ME: Rain is just that, rain. It doesn't have to be good or bad. It just is.
SA: (laughs again, shakes head, and walks to locker room)
Lots of people don't like cloudy, rainy days. It takes a lot more focus to find good in them than it does the sunny, warm ones. So, I certainly understand his reaction to the weather. And sure, it would be nice if everyone around you opted to have a sunny dispostion regardless of what was going on outside. However, you can't control your environment. That goes for the people in your life as well as the weather. Focusing on what you can control is the only option, and the only thing you can control is you.
Making peace with things as they are and appreciating the people and things in your life for the good they bring you is the path to unconditional love and acceptance. After all, like attracts like. If you want to be loved, be loving. Gandhi said you must be the change you wish to see in the world. When you realize that other people don't have to change in order to please you, that world becomes a pretty cool place to hang out in.
"The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well." -- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
And the Winner is...
Me.
Since the summer of 2009, I've had a running coach. It's been great for me, because all I have to do is look at my email. Voila. There's my workout. Plus, having an objective person calling the shots is always a good idea. They're more removed from the process than you are, therefore, they can make more pragmatic, logical decisions. I always felt better "taking time off" in the interest of my health when it was coach's idea instead of my own.
I've had two coaches with slightly differing plans and philosophies and I believe I'm truly richer and better prepared for having worked with both of them.
In the midst of my recovery from Boston, I pondered my next adventure, which is the 2011 Chicago Marathon. How will I prepare? Will I use the tried and true methods of Bachelor #1 or Bachelor #2? Or will I go trolling for a new guru?
The answer is none of the above.
Instead, I will coach myself. I mean, after all, I'm a RRCA Certified Running Coach, as well as an ACE Certified Personal Trainer. It's not like I'm unqualified or anything.
Now, I know what you're thinking: those who can DO; those who can't COACH. It's a humorous quote, albeit not 100% true. I know lots of coaches who still compete and put up pretty respectable race results. It's possible to be an athlete AND a teacher at the same time.
I was having dinner with my friend, Leigh, last night and shared some of this with her. She agreed with me that it's hardest to coach yourself, probably for the reasons I outlined above. But, how better to make my bones as a running coach than to take on the toughest client first, right? I mean, if I can handle working with myself, then the sky's the limit with other people. I have always had an easy time guiding others, monitoring their progress and adjusting their program if and when it was necessary. I would pay attention to their performance and could tell if they needed more or less.
Now all I need to do is apply that to me. In the words of Patti & Warren Finke, co-authors of "Marathoning Start to Finish", workout schedules are guidelines not requirements. Your body is different every single day. Life stress is total, which means you can't isolate your training threshold from the rest of your life. Some days you are strong and powerful with seemingly limitless energy. Other days, it's all you can do to just reach for the remote control.
Pencils have erasers for a reason, you know.
So it's settled. I'm going to hire myself.
And, when I PR in Chicago on October 9th, you can hire me too.
Since the summer of 2009, I've had a running coach. It's been great for me, because all I have to do is look at my email. Voila. There's my workout. Plus, having an objective person calling the shots is always a good idea. They're more removed from the process than you are, therefore, they can make more pragmatic, logical decisions. I always felt better "taking time off" in the interest of my health when it was coach's idea instead of my own.
I've had two coaches with slightly differing plans and philosophies and I believe I'm truly richer and better prepared for having worked with both of them.
In the midst of my recovery from Boston, I pondered my next adventure, which is the 2011 Chicago Marathon. How will I prepare? Will I use the tried and true methods of Bachelor #1 or Bachelor #2? Or will I go trolling for a new guru?
The answer is none of the above.
Instead, I will coach myself. I mean, after all, I'm a RRCA Certified Running Coach, as well as an ACE Certified Personal Trainer. It's not like I'm unqualified or anything.
Now, I know what you're thinking: those who can DO; those who can't COACH. It's a humorous quote, albeit not 100% true. I know lots of coaches who still compete and put up pretty respectable race results. It's possible to be an athlete AND a teacher at the same time.
I was having dinner with my friend, Leigh, last night and shared some of this with her. She agreed with me that it's hardest to coach yourself, probably for the reasons I outlined above. But, how better to make my bones as a running coach than to take on the toughest client first, right? I mean, if I can handle working with myself, then the sky's the limit with other people. I have always had an easy time guiding others, monitoring their progress and adjusting their program if and when it was necessary. I would pay attention to their performance and could tell if they needed more or less.
Now all I need to do is apply that to me. In the words of Patti & Warren Finke, co-authors of "Marathoning Start to Finish", workout schedules are guidelines not requirements. Your body is different every single day. Life stress is total, which means you can't isolate your training threshold from the rest of your life. Some days you are strong and powerful with seemingly limitless energy. Other days, it's all you can do to just reach for the remote control.
Pencils have erasers for a reason, you know.
So it's settled. I'm going to hire myself.
And, when I PR in Chicago on October 9th, you can hire me too.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
CYNDI LINE: DO NOT CROSS
This morning, I was at the front desk, designing my lunchtime muscle class format. One of our members came out from the weight room to grab a towel. She asked, "got any more marathons coming up?"
I replied, without looking up, "Yes."
"Where?" she asked.
I returned her gaze, smiled and said, "somewhere." She kind of smiled back. And then, I just heard myself say, "I prefer to keep my running exploits private."
It was like diarrhea of the mouth (please pardon the vivid imagery). My words just...came out without much warning or control on my part.
She said, "oh, sorry..." and began walking away.
"That's okay!" I called after her.
I sorta felt bad.
And then, I decided it might be good to talk about it.
I mentioned in a previous post that I was learning the fine art of setting boundaries, thinking that perhaps it was a byproduct of aging. In the past, I didn't really mind having my whole life out there for all the world to see. I didn't mind who knew what about my personal life and interests. Somewhere along my physical trail, that kind of shifted and I'm not quite sure when, how or why it did.
It's been well over two weeks since Boston. I assumed people would have stopped asking me about it by now, but I'm still getting questions (four this morning, as a matter of fact). On the one hand, I feel like I should be flattered that people find me and my life interesting enough to ask. However, I'm kinda tired of talking about it. And I suppose I'm not 100% comfortable with saying that out loud.
My business is all about customer service, whether it be selling/renewing memberships, teaching group fitness classes or training clients one on one. I'm constantly interacting with people and have all kinds of professional relationships to maintain. I suppose in those instances, there is some give and take in terms of sharing experiences but I'm getting to the point where I'd rather keep things in the general sense.
The best way I've found to say it is: It's one thing to talk about "running". It's another thing to talk about "MY running".
Perhaps that's why I like the blogging so much. It gives me an opportunity to share the things I want to share about myself with the people that care to read them. It's also super duper therapeutic for me to have an outlet to make sense of all the thoughts and emotions I have. I do enjoy it, obviously, or else I wouldn't do it. I mean, I share the link to my blog on FACEBOOK, for crying out loud. I'm not THAT private. But, it's different to tell a story in a blog format once, not to mention easier.
It's important to add that I genuinely like the vast majority of the people I work for and with. Our members are great people and they all treat me well, including the person who asked me the question this morning. I enjoy conversing with all of them, particularly the ones who take my classes or share my love for running. Sometimes, you become friends with people you meet in a professional setting. I can think of several folks who I've run races and socialized with. However, it's a little different when you connect with someone on a personal level.
I'm guessing this has been building for some time now and I just didn't realize it. Or, more accurately, perhaps I did and I felt guilty for wanting to keep my private life, well, private. Almost like I should have to apologize for not wanting to be an open book.
I'm still sorting it out, but I'm aware of it now and, as we all know, awareness is the first step to finding balance. I recognize the urge to retreat inside myself every now and then. I feel a little tension when I get asked a lot of questions from people that I don't have a personal relationship with.
There, I said it.
"Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth."
~Benjamin Disraeli
I replied, without looking up, "Yes."
"Where?" she asked.
I returned her gaze, smiled and said, "somewhere." She kind of smiled back. And then, I just heard myself say, "I prefer to keep my running exploits private."
It was like diarrhea of the mouth (please pardon the vivid imagery). My words just...came out without much warning or control on my part.
She said, "oh, sorry..." and began walking away.
"That's okay!" I called after her.
I sorta felt bad.
And then, I decided it might be good to talk about it.
I mentioned in a previous post that I was learning the fine art of setting boundaries, thinking that perhaps it was a byproduct of aging. In the past, I didn't really mind having my whole life out there for all the world to see. I didn't mind who knew what about my personal life and interests. Somewhere along my physical trail, that kind of shifted and I'm not quite sure when, how or why it did.
It's been well over two weeks since Boston. I assumed people would have stopped asking me about it by now, but I'm still getting questions (four this morning, as a matter of fact). On the one hand, I feel like I should be flattered that people find me and my life interesting enough to ask. However, I'm kinda tired of talking about it. And I suppose I'm not 100% comfortable with saying that out loud.
My business is all about customer service, whether it be selling/renewing memberships, teaching group fitness classes or training clients one on one. I'm constantly interacting with people and have all kinds of professional relationships to maintain. I suppose in those instances, there is some give and take in terms of sharing experiences but I'm getting to the point where I'd rather keep things in the general sense.
The best way I've found to say it is: It's one thing to talk about "running". It's another thing to talk about "MY running".
Perhaps that's why I like the blogging so much. It gives me an opportunity to share the things I want to share about myself with the people that care to read them. It's also super duper therapeutic for me to have an outlet to make sense of all the thoughts and emotions I have. I do enjoy it, obviously, or else I wouldn't do it. I mean, I share the link to my blog on FACEBOOK, for crying out loud. I'm not THAT private. But, it's different to tell a story in a blog format once, not to mention easier.
It's important to add that I genuinely like the vast majority of the people I work for and with. Our members are great people and they all treat me well, including the person who asked me the question this morning. I enjoy conversing with all of them, particularly the ones who take my classes or share my love for running. Sometimes, you become friends with people you meet in a professional setting. I can think of several folks who I've run races and socialized with. However, it's a little different when you connect with someone on a personal level.
I'm guessing this has been building for some time now and I just didn't realize it. Or, more accurately, perhaps I did and I felt guilty for wanting to keep my private life, well, private. Almost like I should have to apologize for not wanting to be an open book.
I'm still sorting it out, but I'm aware of it now and, as we all know, awareness is the first step to finding balance. I recognize the urge to retreat inside myself every now and then. I feel a little tension when I get asked a lot of questions from people that I don't have a personal relationship with.
There, I said it.
"Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth."
~Benjamin Disraeli
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thoughts on a Thursday
(Just like the "Random Musings on a Friday" post, these are listed in no order of importance)
You are never too old to feel happy hearing that your parents are proud of you. I'm a strong, independent, and self-sufficent 39 year old woman. A few weeks ago, my mom told me she loved me and how proud she was of the woman that I've become. I could just feel warmth and joy spreading throughout my entire body. I don't need anyone's approval, even my parents'. But, we can all use more love.
I am a total retro girl. I like retro music and retro television. I go to sleep each weeknight watching "Kojak" or "The Rockford Files". James Garner is the man. He had great hair. And he reminds me of my dad. Contrary to Telly Savalas who, well, had no hair. But, he was cooler than the other side of the pillow, even if he smoked those long, brown, skinny cigarettes. Both put me in my happy place.
Music is a huge part of my life. I can't imagine going 24 hours without listening to the radio, a CD or my iPod. I have a very diverse music library and love various styles...except for country music. I do not enjoy country music. It makes my teeth itch. I love Johnny Cash, but more for his renegade spirit and persona. I don't need to listen to his music. Unless he is covering Trent Reznor. Then, he rocks.
I believe I'm meant to help, teach and coach others. However, I'm not trying to be anyone's role model or heroine, nor do I want to be. That means measuring up to expectations that other people have of you and I want no part of it. I'm a very curious creature and I'm always seeking knowledge and applying it towards a better life. But, we are all unique and individual. I don't claim to have all the answers, because we all have different questions. And that's the way life is supposed to be.
Those Buddhists are really on to something. One of my best friends is a practicing Buddhist, so I've been sort of reading about it. And, I find it quite fascinating, not to mention comforting. Practicing the principles of mindfulness while learning how to break attachments has given me such a sense of freedom. I'm learning to look at things as neither good nor bad; they just are what they are.
I think I mentioned once before that I have a tendency to come off as a bit of a "know it all". Being aware of this has been good for me. It's still a work in progress, but that's okay. I still enjoy being "right" a bit more than I would care to, but I'm aware of that too. I'm learning that it's okay to have my opinions while letting others have theirs. Neither one needs defending. I'm not out to change the world; just my perspective of it.
The scale and I broke up a long time ago. I decided that a number was not going to define me. When they say ignorance is bliss, they're not kidding. Everything I own that I am interested in wearing fits me without cutting off my circulation or giving me a stomach ache. So, I've got that going for me.
I decided about a year or two ago that I wasn't going to watch the news on a regular basis anymore either. I've never felt better. I don't feel like I "need to be informed". I know that gas prices have gone up. I know that there are a lot of things going on out there that people don't like. I accept it all for what it is and hold fast to the belief that the world can be a pretty good place to live in if you want it to be. I am a card carrying member of the human race, which is enough.
Since finishing the Boston Marathon 10 days ago, I've noticed something. Most of the people that ask what my time was are male. The few women that have asked exploded with joy upon hearing that I ran a 3:58. I think I could have told them it took me six hours and they still would have been that exuberant. It appears that time goals are more important to men versus women, at least the ones that I know.
I think it's okay to have boundaries. I also think it's okay to lay low and "take a time out" when you need to. I'm surrounded by hundreds of people on a daily basis. I spend hours upon hours tending to the needs of others. It's very rewarding to help someone. Sometimes, you are in need of your own attention more, though. If we neglect ourselves, we will soon end up resenting others for invading our personal space. Charity begins at home, friends. You've just gotta take care of yourself, because there is no guarantee that anyone else will.
In closing, please enjoy this quote of the day:
“We're so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it's all about.”
-- Joseph Campbell
You are never too old to feel happy hearing that your parents are proud of you. I'm a strong, independent, and self-sufficent 39 year old woman. A few weeks ago, my mom told me she loved me and how proud she was of the woman that I've become. I could just feel warmth and joy spreading throughout my entire body. I don't need anyone's approval, even my parents'. But, we can all use more love.
I am a total retro girl. I like retro music and retro television. I go to sleep each weeknight watching "Kojak" or "The Rockford Files". James Garner is the man. He had great hair. And he reminds me of my dad. Contrary to Telly Savalas who, well, had no hair. But, he was cooler than the other side of the pillow, even if he smoked those long, brown, skinny cigarettes. Both put me in my happy place.
Music is a huge part of my life. I can't imagine going 24 hours without listening to the radio, a CD or my iPod. I have a very diverse music library and love various styles...except for country music. I do not enjoy country music. It makes my teeth itch. I love Johnny Cash, but more for his renegade spirit and persona. I don't need to listen to his music. Unless he is covering Trent Reznor. Then, he rocks.
I believe I'm meant to help, teach and coach others. However, I'm not trying to be anyone's role model or heroine, nor do I want to be. That means measuring up to expectations that other people have of you and I want no part of it. I'm a very curious creature and I'm always seeking knowledge and applying it towards a better life. But, we are all unique and individual. I don't claim to have all the answers, because we all have different questions. And that's the way life is supposed to be.
Those Buddhists are really on to something. One of my best friends is a practicing Buddhist, so I've been sort of reading about it. And, I find it quite fascinating, not to mention comforting. Practicing the principles of mindfulness while learning how to break attachments has given me such a sense of freedom. I'm learning to look at things as neither good nor bad; they just are what they are.
I think I mentioned once before that I have a tendency to come off as a bit of a "know it all". Being aware of this has been good for me. It's still a work in progress, but that's okay. I still enjoy being "right" a bit more than I would care to, but I'm aware of that too. I'm learning that it's okay to have my opinions while letting others have theirs. Neither one needs defending. I'm not out to change the world; just my perspective of it.
The scale and I broke up a long time ago. I decided that a number was not going to define me. When they say ignorance is bliss, they're not kidding. Everything I own that I am interested in wearing fits me without cutting off my circulation or giving me a stomach ache. So, I've got that going for me.
I decided about a year or two ago that I wasn't going to watch the news on a regular basis anymore either. I've never felt better. I don't feel like I "need to be informed". I know that gas prices have gone up. I know that there are a lot of things going on out there that people don't like. I accept it all for what it is and hold fast to the belief that the world can be a pretty good place to live in if you want it to be. I am a card carrying member of the human race, which is enough.
Since finishing the Boston Marathon 10 days ago, I've noticed something. Most of the people that ask what my time was are male. The few women that have asked exploded with joy upon hearing that I ran a 3:58. I think I could have told them it took me six hours and they still would have been that exuberant. It appears that time goals are more important to men versus women, at least the ones that I know.
I think it's okay to have boundaries. I also think it's okay to lay low and "take a time out" when you need to. I'm surrounded by hundreds of people on a daily basis. I spend hours upon hours tending to the needs of others. It's very rewarding to help someone. Sometimes, you are in need of your own attention more, though. If we neglect ourselves, we will soon end up resenting others for invading our personal space. Charity begins at home, friends. You've just gotta take care of yourself, because there is no guarantee that anyone else will.
In closing, please enjoy this quote of the day:
“We're so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it's all about.”
-- Joseph Campbell
Friday, April 22, 2011
Which Seat Will You Sit In?
I was going through some of my old emails and came upon this great message from my friend, Sue:
There are enough other people who will put us down to make themselves feel better, don't help them.
Very wise, not to mention true. (And you thought I was the only one with the tasty lil' nuggets of wisdom).
Since I'm already in quote mode, I'll also borrow the tagline from the Virginia Slims campaign:
I've come a long way, baby.
Almost 96 hours removed from the start of the Boston Marathon and I'm feeling pretty good. My legs are starting to work again. I'm walking more like Cyndi and less like Clyde, the orangutan from "Every Which Way But Loose". But, what's more important, and less visible, is how I feel.
In 2009, I ran a time slower than I wanted to and I brooded over it for weeks, giving myself quite the flogging. Obviously, I didn't heed Sue's warning.
Now, fast forward two years.
Today, I feel good inside because I've made a concerted effort to amplify the positive aspects of my marathon experience ONLY. I believe that I am the architect of my own reality and I've decided to build the best life that I possibly can.
For the past 18 months or so, I've been enjoying the teachings of Abraham-Hicks (you can google them). They talk about the Law of Attraction (which you can also google), but they also give you powerful, yet practical information that you can apply to your own life. I was listening to the CD recording of their San Francisco/February 2011 workshop in my car the other day; just driving, chilling and enjoying, when, I heard this simple sentence:
If you're feeling high, ride it. If you're feeling low, take a nap.
In other words, if something is going the way you want, talk about it, revel in it, MILK it. If it's not, for the love of Pete, STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!!!!! The seed won't grow unless you water it.
Imagine you decided to walk around with a tape/digital recorder for 24 hours, documenting everything that came out of your mouth. When you played it back, how much of it do you think would contribute to the life that you want? How much of what you said would detract?
Think about it.
Don't misunderstand me, here. I'm not talking about "faking positivity" if you're not feeling it. The worst thing you can do is recite positive affirmations when you're in a low energy state. It'll just remind you of the gap between where you are and where you want to be. Have you ever been around a peppy, happy person when you're feeling "less than stellar"? Don't you just want to punch them in the face everytime they smile at you?
So, don't do that. And punching someone in the face is probably not a good idea, either.
But, you have a lot more control over your mood than you might think.
When something happens to you that has the potential to upset you, recognize it, be aware of it and then let it go. The more you talk about it, the more you "vent" about it, the bigger it gets. What was a molehill turns into a mountain. Do you really want that?
I didn't think so.
If something has been bothering you for a while, don't try and deal with it until you're feeling good. It's okay to put it off. Distract yourself. Go for a walk. Listen to your favorite song. Meditate. Take a bubble bath. Hug your best friend.
Take a nap. Whatever floats your boat.
The seed won't grow if you don't water it.
Would you rather be driving the car that is your life or riding shotgun, with your hands over your eyes, jamming your foot onto the invisible "emergency brake" embedded into the floorboard because you don't like the way the driver is driving?
Which seat will you sit in?
There are enough other people who will put us down to make themselves feel better, don't help them.
Very wise, not to mention true. (And you thought I was the only one with the tasty lil' nuggets of wisdom).
Since I'm already in quote mode, I'll also borrow the tagline from the Virginia Slims campaign:
I've come a long way, baby.
Almost 96 hours removed from the start of the Boston Marathon and I'm feeling pretty good. My legs are starting to work again. I'm walking more like Cyndi and less like Clyde, the orangutan from "Every Which Way But Loose". But, what's more important, and less visible, is how I feel.
In 2009, I ran a time slower than I wanted to and I brooded over it for weeks, giving myself quite the flogging. Obviously, I didn't heed Sue's warning.
Now, fast forward two years.
Today, I feel good inside because I've made a concerted effort to amplify the positive aspects of my marathon experience ONLY. I believe that I am the architect of my own reality and I've decided to build the best life that I possibly can.
For the past 18 months or so, I've been enjoying the teachings of Abraham-Hicks (you can google them). They talk about the Law of Attraction (which you can also google), but they also give you powerful, yet practical information that you can apply to your own life. I was listening to the CD recording of their San Francisco/February 2011 workshop in my car the other day; just driving, chilling and enjoying, when, I heard this simple sentence:
If you're feeling high, ride it. If you're feeling low, take a nap.
In other words, if something is going the way you want, talk about it, revel in it, MILK it. If it's not, for the love of Pete, STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!!!!! The seed won't grow unless you water it.
Imagine you decided to walk around with a tape/digital recorder for 24 hours, documenting everything that came out of your mouth. When you played it back, how much of it do you think would contribute to the life that you want? How much of what you said would detract?
Think about it.
Don't misunderstand me, here. I'm not talking about "faking positivity" if you're not feeling it. The worst thing you can do is recite positive affirmations when you're in a low energy state. It'll just remind you of the gap between where you are and where you want to be. Have you ever been around a peppy, happy person when you're feeling "less than stellar"? Don't you just want to punch them in the face everytime they smile at you?
So, don't do that. And punching someone in the face is probably not a good idea, either.
But, you have a lot more control over your mood than you might think.
When something happens to you that has the potential to upset you, recognize it, be aware of it and then let it go. The more you talk about it, the more you "vent" about it, the bigger it gets. What was a molehill turns into a mountain. Do you really want that?
I didn't think so.
If something has been bothering you for a while, don't try and deal with it until you're feeling good. It's okay to put it off. Distract yourself. Go for a walk. Listen to your favorite song. Meditate. Take a bubble bath. Hug your best friend.
Take a nap. Whatever floats your boat.
The seed won't grow if you don't water it.
Would you rather be driving the car that is your life or riding shotgun, with your hands over your eyes, jamming your foot onto the invisible "emergency brake" embedded into the floorboard because you don't like the way the driver is driving?
Which seat will you sit in?
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Break It On Down, Y'All
On April 18, 2011, I completed the 115th Annual Boston Marathon. Here is the proof:
I ran 3:58.
This was my 7th marathon and my 3rd Boston.
First, let me say that, yes, I am glad and proud of myself that I finished. It was tough going there for me, particularly in the last 10 miles. I had to talk myself into not quitting. More than once. I alternated short bursts of walking with longer stretches of running, just staying focused on forward movement.
As you may remember from my previous entries, I am not a "detail" person. You aren't going to get a "play by play" recap of my run yesterday. Plus, anyone that is anyone knows how to check my stats online. Simply stated, I started off strong and ended up running a positive split, which means the second half of my marathon was slower than the first half. It's always tempting to look back at what didn't quite go the way you planned and say, "maybe I should have done this" or "perhaps I should have tried that."
Well, friends, those are just thoughts. And it would be both unwise and counterproductive to latch on to them.
You see, the race played out exactly as it should have. I took a chance and went after a personal best for Boston (which still stands at 3:55). I was able to hold a sub 3:50 pace until the 30K mark. From that point on, as I began to tire, it became more about just finishing and less about achieving a fast time.
So, I will have no regrets. I do have a couple of observations that I can carry in to my next training cycle:
1) Although I live in NH which has hills, I did no specific "hill repeats" or "hill training" in prep for Boston. The hills on that particular course are between miles 16 and 21. This may or may not have contributed to my fatigue.
2) I think I could have done more long runs. I had an 18, 20 and 21 in my training cycle which, I thought would be enough. In the past, I've had my long run up to 22-23 miles and performed better. I think going back to that is best.
3) I'm not sure how all the low heart rate training factored into the way I ran yesterday. In some ways, it may have been beneficial. In others, I'm not sure it prepared me to run marathon pace as well as previous training methods.
4) Not a cop out, just an observation: it was 60 degrees and full sun yesterday for the first 21 miles. I think I'm not alone in saying that we had a crazy long, cold, windy, snowy winter. Lots of my friends ran slower times than they were planning. Unless you are from Kenya, or the southern US, you weren't sufficiently acclimated to running long distance in this temperature. Perhaps this had something to do with it.
So, that's my version of the marathon autopsy. It would have been great to have run a faster time. But, at least I tried from the very beginning. And I held it for the first 18.6 miles. I've never been able to do that before on that course. So, it's high time I celebrate what went right instead of what could have been done differently.
To ALL that ran the Boston Marathon yesterday, you have my undying respect. Congratulations, in particular, to those of you who ran your very first 26.2 race yesterday.
Now, it's time to rest, relax, recover and refocus. Chicago 2011 awaits. :-)
I ran 3:58.
This was my 7th marathon and my 3rd Boston.
First, let me say that, yes, I am glad and proud of myself that I finished. It was tough going there for me, particularly in the last 10 miles. I had to talk myself into not quitting. More than once. I alternated short bursts of walking with longer stretches of running, just staying focused on forward movement.
As you may remember from my previous entries, I am not a "detail" person. You aren't going to get a "play by play" recap of my run yesterday. Plus, anyone that is anyone knows how to check my stats online. Simply stated, I started off strong and ended up running a positive split, which means the second half of my marathon was slower than the first half. It's always tempting to look back at what didn't quite go the way you planned and say, "maybe I should have done this" or "perhaps I should have tried that."
Well, friends, those are just thoughts. And it would be both unwise and counterproductive to latch on to them.
You see, the race played out exactly as it should have. I took a chance and went after a personal best for Boston (which still stands at 3:55). I was able to hold a sub 3:50 pace until the 30K mark. From that point on, as I began to tire, it became more about just finishing and less about achieving a fast time.
So, I will have no regrets. I do have a couple of observations that I can carry in to my next training cycle:
1) Although I live in NH which has hills, I did no specific "hill repeats" or "hill training" in prep for Boston. The hills on that particular course are between miles 16 and 21. This may or may not have contributed to my fatigue.
2) I think I could have done more long runs. I had an 18, 20 and 21 in my training cycle which, I thought would be enough. In the past, I've had my long run up to 22-23 miles and performed better. I think going back to that is best.
3) I'm not sure how all the low heart rate training factored into the way I ran yesterday. In some ways, it may have been beneficial. In others, I'm not sure it prepared me to run marathon pace as well as previous training methods.
4) Not a cop out, just an observation: it was 60 degrees and full sun yesterday for the first 21 miles. I think I'm not alone in saying that we had a crazy long, cold, windy, snowy winter. Lots of my friends ran slower times than they were planning. Unless you are from Kenya, or the southern US, you weren't sufficiently acclimated to running long distance in this temperature. Perhaps this had something to do with it.
So, that's my version of the marathon autopsy. It would have been great to have run a faster time. But, at least I tried from the very beginning. And I held it for the first 18.6 miles. I've never been able to do that before on that course. So, it's high time I celebrate what went right instead of what could have been done differently.
To ALL that ran the Boston Marathon yesterday, you have my undying respect. Congratulations, in particular, to those of you who ran your very first 26.2 race yesterday.
Now, it's time to rest, relax, recover and refocus. Chicago 2011 awaits. :-)
Thursday, April 14, 2011
T minus four days
Boston.
It's the biggest countdown there is in the month of April. Well, unless you count that little wedding that is scheduled to happen on the other side of the pond.
People are excited, both for the big day and for me in general. I definitely appreciate everyone's interest and support. The question I think I've heard the most is, "Are you ready????" At first, I would reply, "Not yet", which would precipitate a, "why not? What do you mean?" and, well, it just went on forever. I say "not yet" because that's my way of being present.
You know. In the "now".
I am not running a marathon today, therefore, I don't NEED to be ready today.
Who knew I was so literal? I think I've been working with engineers too long.
Needless to say, it got a lil' tiresome. So, now when someone asks me, I just smile sweetly and say, "yes, thank you for asking."
What makes one ready? Let's see:
From 12/1/10-4/14/11, I have logged +/- 700 miles.
I have completed long runs of 18, 20 and 21.12 miles in the month of March, which, to me, is the biggest "peak" time for this particular race.
I tapered my mileage down sensibly. My last "big" week was 56.5 miles. That was followed by 41ish miles in week one of the taper and 30 miles in week two. This week, I'll barely hit 20.
I'm going to bed a little earlier and getting up a little later.
I've enjoyed 15 minutes of daily meditation for the past week. It's my time to relax, refresh and just breathe.
I know how I am getting there and how I'm getting home. In a race with logistics like Boston, this is a VERY important thing to work out. Life stress is total. The last thing you need to be doing is expending energy on something like that.
I've exceeded my fundraising goal by well over $400, thanks to all of the generous people I know.
Those are all very good things. But, I think the most important thing of all is to focus on enjoying the experience, first and foremost. To put all the time and effort into something and then go into it with a negative attitude is both unwise and counterproductive. The second thing is to acknowledge just how awesome of a thing this is. In 2010, there were approximately 500,000 marathon finishers in the United States. Doesn't sound like that many, does it? Here is one occasion where I don't mind being a "statistic". I'm proud to say I've finished two marathons in 2010. I'm learning it's okay to be proud of yourself. Not only is it okay, it's essential.
April 18th will come when it comes. And that's perfect just the way it is.
I'll be ready. Don't forget to look for me. I'll have this on:
Your friend,
#17116
It's the biggest countdown there is in the month of April. Well, unless you count that little wedding that is scheduled to happen on the other side of the pond.
People are excited, both for the big day and for me in general. I definitely appreciate everyone's interest and support. The question I think I've heard the most is, "Are you ready????" At first, I would reply, "Not yet", which would precipitate a, "why not? What do you mean?" and, well, it just went on forever. I say "not yet" because that's my way of being present.
You know. In the "now".
I am not running a marathon today, therefore, I don't NEED to be ready today.
Who knew I was so literal? I think I've been working with engineers too long.
Needless to say, it got a lil' tiresome. So, now when someone asks me, I just smile sweetly and say, "yes, thank you for asking."
What makes one ready? Let's see:
From 12/1/10-4/14/11, I have logged +/- 700 miles.
I have completed long runs of 18, 20 and 21.12 miles in the month of March, which, to me, is the biggest "peak" time for this particular race.
I tapered my mileage down sensibly. My last "big" week was 56.5 miles. That was followed by 41ish miles in week one of the taper and 30 miles in week two. This week, I'll barely hit 20.
I'm going to bed a little earlier and getting up a little later.
I've enjoyed 15 minutes of daily meditation for the past week. It's my time to relax, refresh and just breathe.
I know how I am getting there and how I'm getting home. In a race with logistics like Boston, this is a VERY important thing to work out. Life stress is total. The last thing you need to be doing is expending energy on something like that.
I've exceeded my fundraising goal by well over $400, thanks to all of the generous people I know.
Those are all very good things. But, I think the most important thing of all is to focus on enjoying the experience, first and foremost. To put all the time and effort into something and then go into it with a negative attitude is both unwise and counterproductive. The second thing is to acknowledge just how awesome of a thing this is. In 2010, there were approximately 500,000 marathon finishers in the United States. Doesn't sound like that many, does it? Here is one occasion where I don't mind being a "statistic". I'm proud to say I've finished two marathons in 2010. I'm learning it's okay to be proud of yourself. Not only is it okay, it's essential.
April 18th will come when it comes. And that's perfect just the way it is.
I'll be ready. Don't forget to look for me. I'll have this on:
Your friend,
#17116
Monday, April 4, 2011
In Praise of Pappy
The date is Monday, April 4th. The 115th running of the Boston Marathon will happen in exactly two weeks from today. People are still asking if they can donate to the NE Patriots Charitable Foundation on my behalf, which further reinforces my belief that there is so much goodness in the world. Here is the link to my personal fundraising page:
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/cynthia-springford/2011-Boston-Marathon-NEPCF-Marathon-Team
However, that's not the best part about today.
Robert Philip Cunningham, Jr. was born on April 4, 1937. He was born and raised in CT, served in the Air Force (for 3 years, 11 months, 10 days), and was an educator both in and out of the classroom for well over a quarter century.
Robert was also known as Bob or, more affectionately, "Pappy". I met him in the early to mid 80's when I was in junior high. My parents had divorced shortly after grammar school. My mother had been dating since my father moved out, so he wasn't the first person she brought home. But, as it turns out, he was the last.
My initial reaction to him was less than positive. For some reason, I had a bad vibe about him. I remember being less than friendly toward him, which was definitely out of line with my personality. However, he took it in stride, always treating me with respect and kindness. Once he and my mother had been dating a while, we all took a trip down to New Jersey to see my maternal grandparents, as well as aunts, uncles and cousins. This was the turning point in my perception of Bob. I just remember all of my suspicion and angst melting away and, towards the end of our stay, impulsively embracing him.
He won me over.
In August of 1986, he and my mother exchanged vows and became husband and wife. His two children from the first marriage stood up there with my brother and me as they pledged to love, honor and cherish each other, in sickness and in health, for better and for worse. It was a happy day for them, but also a happy day for me. I gained a stepbrother, stepsister and, most importantly, a great stepfather.
I attended high school where my stepfather worked, first as a vocational director and then as an industrial arts/cabinetmaking/woodworking teacher. Bob loved to teach and I believe his students loved him in return. He also loved to create things out of wood and had amazing talent. When my parents purchased new bedroom furniture, he made a tall shoe cabinet for my mother that matched the woodwork in their new set perfectly (yup, mom was like Imelda Marcos). Every day from the time I was a freshman until I had a drivers license and car of my own, Bob and I rode to and from school together. I used to put my makeup on the car since I never left enough time to do it before school. He made a game out of swerving and hitting every pothole he could in order to "try and make me miss".
But the most memorable part of our car time together was if, God forbid, I had the hiccups. I would try to hide it from him since I knew what his remedy would be: to scare the living s**t out of me when I least expected it. The anticipation would kill me and I never quite knew when he would let out the scream that would practically stop my heart.
It worked, though. Every single time.
Bob was also a cigarette smoker. This, coupled with years of inhaling sawdust and fumes associated with his profession, brought on a diagnosis of COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease). He had less than 20% of his lung capacity available to him. In the early 90's, he took an early retirement so that he and my mother could go and retire in Arizona, hoping the dry climate would be better for him. And it was, for a while. He lived on for another 14 years, sometimes existing more than living. Two days before his physical death, he and my mother renewed their wedding vows, pledging their love and devotion to each other in the hospice facility where he would spend his remaining days. They took him off of all machines and medications, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. He took his last labored breath on Friday, October 5, 2007. He was 70 years young. I was supposed to run a half-marathon relay the next day with my friend, Jeremy; I was to run the first half and him the second. I knew he would understand if I skipped it, but I decided to go. I ran those 6.5 miles clutching a picture of my stepdad and mom in my hand. That one was for Pappy.
It's been about three and a half years since Bob has been gone. His presence is still very vivid to me and I think about him all the time. I'm hardly ever sad when I remember him now because I don't think he'd want me to be. He left behind a legacy of love, compassion and selflessness that allows him to live on as potently and viscerally as if he were still here in physical form. At times, he was more than my stepfather. He was my ally and my friend. When I broke up with my boyfriend in 1993 (who I was convinced was "the one"), Bob's face was the first one I saw when I came in the front door. He looked at me, said nothing, and held his arms open. I immediately went into them and let out the tears I had been holding in. He just held me as I cried and said nothing.
I have such love and appreciation for what he taught me by the life he lived. He demonstrated the closest thing to unconditional love that I've ever seen with my mother. He adored her. At times, when she and I would clash as mothers and daughters often do, I would try and see her through his lens. And I would inevitably soften. He just had that power and ability.
There is a part of him in every marathon I run, since I know he never would have been able to run a step at the height of his illness. I run for myself, first and foremost, but I run for him too. I do for him what he was not able to do for himself. His memory gives me such inspiration and fills me with strength. If I begin to tire or question myself, I'll turn my thoughts to him.
Happy Birthday, Pappy. I like to picture you now, residing in the non physical world, overflowing with life and love like you always did, creating beautiful things out of wood and breathing easily and fully with plenty of energy and vigor.
No pain. No sickness.
You'll always be with me.
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/cynthia-springford/2011-Boston-Marathon-NEPCF-Marathon-Team
However, that's not the best part about today.
Robert Philip Cunningham, Jr. was born on April 4, 1937. He was born and raised in CT, served in the Air Force (for 3 years, 11 months, 10 days), and was an educator both in and out of the classroom for well over a quarter century.
Robert was also known as Bob or, more affectionately, "Pappy". I met him in the early to mid 80's when I was in junior high. My parents had divorced shortly after grammar school. My mother had been dating since my father moved out, so he wasn't the first person she brought home. But, as it turns out, he was the last.
My initial reaction to him was less than positive. For some reason, I had a bad vibe about him. I remember being less than friendly toward him, which was definitely out of line with my personality. However, he took it in stride, always treating me with respect and kindness. Once he and my mother had been dating a while, we all took a trip down to New Jersey to see my maternal grandparents, as well as aunts, uncles and cousins. This was the turning point in my perception of Bob. I just remember all of my suspicion and angst melting away and, towards the end of our stay, impulsively embracing him.
He won me over.
In August of 1986, he and my mother exchanged vows and became husband and wife. His two children from the first marriage stood up there with my brother and me as they pledged to love, honor and cherish each other, in sickness and in health, for better and for worse. It was a happy day for them, but also a happy day for me. I gained a stepbrother, stepsister and, most importantly, a great stepfather.
I attended high school where my stepfather worked, first as a vocational director and then as an industrial arts/cabinetmaking/woodworking teacher. Bob loved to teach and I believe his students loved him in return. He also loved to create things out of wood and had amazing talent. When my parents purchased new bedroom furniture, he made a tall shoe cabinet for my mother that matched the woodwork in their new set perfectly (yup, mom was like Imelda Marcos). Every day from the time I was a freshman until I had a drivers license and car of my own, Bob and I rode to and from school together. I used to put my makeup on the car since I never left enough time to do it before school. He made a game out of swerving and hitting every pothole he could in order to "try and make me miss".
But the most memorable part of our car time together was if, God forbid, I had the hiccups. I would try to hide it from him since I knew what his remedy would be: to scare the living s**t out of me when I least expected it. The anticipation would kill me and I never quite knew when he would let out the scream that would practically stop my heart.
It worked, though. Every single time.
Bob was also a cigarette smoker. This, coupled with years of inhaling sawdust and fumes associated with his profession, brought on a diagnosis of COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease). He had less than 20% of his lung capacity available to him. In the early 90's, he took an early retirement so that he and my mother could go and retire in Arizona, hoping the dry climate would be better for him. And it was, for a while. He lived on for another 14 years, sometimes existing more than living. Two days before his physical death, he and my mother renewed their wedding vows, pledging their love and devotion to each other in the hospice facility where he would spend his remaining days. They took him off of all machines and medications, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. He took his last labored breath on Friday, October 5, 2007. He was 70 years young. I was supposed to run a half-marathon relay the next day with my friend, Jeremy; I was to run the first half and him the second. I knew he would understand if I skipped it, but I decided to go. I ran those 6.5 miles clutching a picture of my stepdad and mom in my hand. That one was for Pappy.
It's been about three and a half years since Bob has been gone. His presence is still very vivid to me and I think about him all the time. I'm hardly ever sad when I remember him now because I don't think he'd want me to be. He left behind a legacy of love, compassion and selflessness that allows him to live on as potently and viscerally as if he were still here in physical form. At times, he was more than my stepfather. He was my ally and my friend. When I broke up with my boyfriend in 1993 (who I was convinced was "the one"), Bob's face was the first one I saw when I came in the front door. He looked at me, said nothing, and held his arms open. I immediately went into them and let out the tears I had been holding in. He just held me as I cried and said nothing.
I have such love and appreciation for what he taught me by the life he lived. He demonstrated the closest thing to unconditional love that I've ever seen with my mother. He adored her. At times, when she and I would clash as mothers and daughters often do, I would try and see her through his lens. And I would inevitably soften. He just had that power and ability.
There is a part of him in every marathon I run, since I know he never would have been able to run a step at the height of his illness. I run for myself, first and foremost, but I run for him too. I do for him what he was not able to do for himself. His memory gives me such inspiration and fills me with strength. If I begin to tire or question myself, I'll turn my thoughts to him.
Happy Birthday, Pappy. I like to picture you now, residing in the non physical world, overflowing with life and love like you always did, creating beautiful things out of wood and breathing easily and fully with plenty of energy and vigor.
No pain. No sickness.
You'll always be with me.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
To Me, With Love
Dear Cyndi:
Hello, it's me. Your oldest and dearest friend checking in.
I'm your Inner Being. And it's time we had a little chat.
You see, I've been with you from the very beginning. I was there for your first cry, your first steps, your first words.
I'm that small, quiet voice deep down inside that you have to get really still to hear. Sometimes, you might hear me. Sometimes, it's just chatter.
But, rest assured, I'm there and have been throughout your entire life.
And, speaking of life, boy, have you lived a lot of stuff.
There's been laughter and sadness, joy and tears, fear and courage, confusion and understanding. I know you've had some rough patches. Like that time your babysitter hurt you and you felt like you couldn't tell anyone. But, I knew. And I held the hand of that little girl who wasn't yet mature enough to make sense of it all.
I watched you struggle as you experienced mental illness and divorce in your family. You got knocked down and I picked you back up again. I've seen you strive and work for people to love you; to notice you; to convince you of your worthiness. Getting those good grades, winning those spelling bees, just trying to BE something special.
But, I never questioned it. You've always been beautiful and worthy. Special.
And I just kept waiting. Waiting for you to know it too.
You have gone from a 168 lb. person who hated exercise and, sometimes, herself, to someone who has lost excess weight along with the excess baggage. Not only have you gotten thinner and healthier, but you have become an athlete who is on the verge of running her third Boston Marathon in four years.
So proud. Can you feel it too, Cyndi?
Here's the thing. I want you to celebrate YOU. Last year, when you ran the Atlantic City Marathon, you dedicated each mile of the marathon to someone special that you knew. You always like to involve yourself with other people. You are a born teacher who is meant to help others. But, there have been moments where you bury yourself in other people's lives and issues so you don't have to live your own. You'll encourage others to be all that they can be, yet you doubt yourself.
No more.
This one's for you, girl. Boston 2011 is all about you. It's time to stand up and be proud of all you have become. You are going to be your own inspiration this year. Like I said, you've lived a lot of life. At times, it seemed like the circumstances were less than ideal.
Yet, you survived. You even referred to yourself as a survivor.
Well, it's not enough anymore to "just survive". It's time to thrive. You are a THRIVER. There is nothing left to work, struggle or fight for.
Just let go.
Relax.
And let it come.
Realize the fullness of all that you have wanted and created. It's waiting for you.
There is nothing to prove and no expectations to meet. You don't have to earn your worthiness, Cyndi. You just have to claim it.
It's time, don't you think?
I'm rooting for you.
With love,
Me
Hello, it's me. Your oldest and dearest friend checking in.
I'm your Inner Being. And it's time we had a little chat.
You see, I've been with you from the very beginning. I was there for your first cry, your first steps, your first words.
I'm that small, quiet voice deep down inside that you have to get really still to hear. Sometimes, you might hear me. Sometimes, it's just chatter.
But, rest assured, I'm there and have been throughout your entire life.
And, speaking of life, boy, have you lived a lot of stuff.
There's been laughter and sadness, joy and tears, fear and courage, confusion and understanding. I know you've had some rough patches. Like that time your babysitter hurt you and you felt like you couldn't tell anyone. But, I knew. And I held the hand of that little girl who wasn't yet mature enough to make sense of it all.
I watched you struggle as you experienced mental illness and divorce in your family. You got knocked down and I picked you back up again. I've seen you strive and work for people to love you; to notice you; to convince you of your worthiness. Getting those good grades, winning those spelling bees, just trying to BE something special.
But, I never questioned it. You've always been beautiful and worthy. Special.
And I just kept waiting. Waiting for you to know it too.
You have gone from a 168 lb. person who hated exercise and, sometimes, herself, to someone who has lost excess weight along with the excess baggage. Not only have you gotten thinner and healthier, but you have become an athlete who is on the verge of running her third Boston Marathon in four years.
So proud. Can you feel it too, Cyndi?
Here's the thing. I want you to celebrate YOU. Last year, when you ran the Atlantic City Marathon, you dedicated each mile of the marathon to someone special that you knew. You always like to involve yourself with other people. You are a born teacher who is meant to help others. But, there have been moments where you bury yourself in other people's lives and issues so you don't have to live your own. You'll encourage others to be all that they can be, yet you doubt yourself.
No more.
This one's for you, girl. Boston 2011 is all about you. It's time to stand up and be proud of all you have become. You are going to be your own inspiration this year. Like I said, you've lived a lot of life. At times, it seemed like the circumstances were less than ideal.
Yet, you survived. You even referred to yourself as a survivor.
Well, it's not enough anymore to "just survive". It's time to thrive. You are a THRIVER. There is nothing left to work, struggle or fight for.
Just let go.
Relax.
And let it come.
Realize the fullness of all that you have wanted and created. It's waiting for you.
There is nothing to prove and no expectations to meet. You don't have to earn your worthiness, Cyndi. You just have to claim it.
It's time, don't you think?
I'm rooting for you.
With love,
Me
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Three T's: Training, Taper and Trust
On Saturday, a bunch of us who run for charityteams.org (six different charities managed by my friend, Susan Hurley) boarded a bus in front of the Doug Flutie statue at Boston College to take part in an organized 21 mile long run on the course. We were dropped off in Hopkinton at the starting line of the Boston Marathon. Other bigtime organizations were out in full-force as well, such as Team In Training (Leukemia and Lymphoma) and The Liver Foundation.
Did you know that running for a charity totally ROCKS?
Well, it does.
Know why?
Because we get the rock star treatment. We had a bus (equipped with a bathroom, mind you) chartered to take us out in style. We had six different stops along the course just for us, complete with water, gatorade, m&m's, pretzels and other assorted goodies. Not only that, but we had people along the route from Hopkinton, Ashland, Framingham, Natick, Wellesley and Newton.
Cheering.
On a training run.
No joke.
There was even a "finish" line at the end of our run, drawn on the asphalt in chalk. We were awarded hugs, high-fives, and beads after crossing. It was pretty awesome.
So, it's on, my friends. Last big long run is in the books:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/75251682
Let the taper BEGIN!!!
For those that don't know what that means, I'll explain.
Tapering refers to the practice of reducing, or tapering off, exercise in the days just before an important competition (I heart Wikipedia). Shorter distances require no more than several days to a week. However, for a marathon, we're talking a period of two or three weeks. Marathon Monday is on April 18th, which is 21 days from now. Perfect time to start cutting back.
RunnersWorld has a awesome article that talks about the taper. You can access it here:
http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-244-255-5958-0,00.html
The runner's first reaction to the news that they can reduce their volume after 15-20 weeks of hard training borders on utter jubilation.
You mean I get to run less and sleep more? Whoo hoo!
However, that feeling soon gives way to mild anxiety that can evolve into full-blown panic. Why does this happen?
Because it's completely counterintuitive. How can I cut back on my training so close to my big race and expect to do well? Shouldn't I have to work even harder? In "Lore of Running", by Tim Noakes, the importance of tapering is explained:
"This is necessary to allow full recovery of the shock-absorbing capacity of the trained muscles. Recovery of this function becomes important beyond the marathon wall. In contrast, too much rest before a shorter distance race may cause you to lose the leg speed necessary for optimum performance in races of up to 21 km. But in the marathon, inadequate recovery of the shock-absorbing function of the muscles will have a more marked effect on your performance. Perhaps the brain must also be adequately rested to ensure that it can continue to recruit the muscles appropriately once the pain of the marathon becomes increasingly severe." -- Page 621
In this day and age, you'd be hard pressed to find a coach or a training program that doesn't advocate tapering. Scientific studies confirm that it does produce a dramatic improvement in performance.
Ah, good then. I'll rest.
Oh, but it's not that easy!
Have you ever heard the term, "idle hands are the devil's workshop"? The less time you spend training, the more time you have to think about the fact that you're not training.
And the more time you have to think about the fact that you're not training, the more time you have to invent all kinds of aches, pains and afflictions.
And the more time you have to invent all kinds of aches, pains and afflictions, the more time you have to second-guess yourself.
And, the more time you have to second-guess yourself...
I think you get the point. If this is resonating with anyone, know that you're not alone.
The best thing that runners, particularly first-time marathoners, can do right now is simply relax and focus their energy and attention on enjoying the extra free time, knowing that they have built a strong foundation and that the bulk of the "work" is done. Your thoughts are just your thoughts and you don't have to latch on to every single one of them. Flood your mind with positive reinforcement ONLY. If you'd like additional reassurance, talk to other people who have run one or more marathons. The camaraderie in our sport is pretty incredible. Runners love to help other runners. Take advantage of that.
Finally, it has been said that, "The will to win is nothing without the will to prepare". Perhaps we can throw "and taper" in there as a post-script.
We've trained. Now we taper. And we trust.
Did you know that running for a charity totally ROCKS?
Well, it does.
Know why?
Because we get the rock star treatment. We had a bus (equipped with a bathroom, mind you) chartered to take us out in style. We had six different stops along the course just for us, complete with water, gatorade, m&m's, pretzels and other assorted goodies. Not only that, but we had people along the route from Hopkinton, Ashland, Framingham, Natick, Wellesley and Newton.
Cheering.
On a training run.
No joke.
There was even a "finish" line at the end of our run, drawn on the asphalt in chalk. We were awarded hugs, high-fives, and beads after crossing. It was pretty awesome.
So, it's on, my friends. Last big long run is in the books:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/75251682
Let the taper BEGIN!!!
For those that don't know what that means, I'll explain.
Tapering refers to the practice of reducing, or tapering off, exercise in the days just before an important competition (I heart Wikipedia). Shorter distances require no more than several days to a week. However, for a marathon, we're talking a period of two or three weeks. Marathon Monday is on April 18th, which is 21 days from now. Perfect time to start cutting back.
RunnersWorld has a awesome article that talks about the taper. You can access it here:
http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-244-255-5958-0,00.html
The runner's first reaction to the news that they can reduce their volume after 15-20 weeks of hard training borders on utter jubilation.
You mean I get to run less and sleep more? Whoo hoo!
However, that feeling soon gives way to mild anxiety that can evolve into full-blown panic. Why does this happen?
Because it's completely counterintuitive. How can I cut back on my training so close to my big race and expect to do well? Shouldn't I have to work even harder? In "Lore of Running", by Tim Noakes, the importance of tapering is explained:
"This is necessary to allow full recovery of the shock-absorbing capacity of the trained muscles. Recovery of this function becomes important beyond the marathon wall. In contrast, too much rest before a shorter distance race may cause you to lose the leg speed necessary for optimum performance in races of up to 21 km. But in the marathon, inadequate recovery of the shock-absorbing function of the muscles will have a more marked effect on your performance. Perhaps the brain must also be adequately rested to ensure that it can continue to recruit the muscles appropriately once the pain of the marathon becomes increasingly severe." -- Page 621
In this day and age, you'd be hard pressed to find a coach or a training program that doesn't advocate tapering. Scientific studies confirm that it does produce a dramatic improvement in performance.
Ah, good then. I'll rest.
Oh, but it's not that easy!
Have you ever heard the term, "idle hands are the devil's workshop"? The less time you spend training, the more time you have to think about the fact that you're not training.
And the more time you have to think about the fact that you're not training, the more time you have to invent all kinds of aches, pains and afflictions.
And the more time you have to invent all kinds of aches, pains and afflictions, the more time you have to second-guess yourself.
And, the more time you have to second-guess yourself...
I think you get the point. If this is resonating with anyone, know that you're not alone.
The best thing that runners, particularly first-time marathoners, can do right now is simply relax and focus their energy and attention on enjoying the extra free time, knowing that they have built a strong foundation and that the bulk of the "work" is done. Your thoughts are just your thoughts and you don't have to latch on to every single one of them. Flood your mind with positive reinforcement ONLY. If you'd like additional reassurance, talk to other people who have run one or more marathons. The camaraderie in our sport is pretty incredible. Runners love to help other runners. Take advantage of that.
Finally, it has been said that, "The will to win is nothing without the will to prepare". Perhaps we can throw "and taper" in there as a post-script.
We've trained. Now we taper. And we trust.
Friday, March 25, 2011
The Lure of "Lore"
When I attended the two day RRCA (Road Runners Club of America) Coaching Certification last August, two books were recommended to us by the instructors: Jack Daniels Running Formula and Lore of Running by Tim Noakes. Last month, I was thumbing through my coaching manual and came upon my chicken scratch, recommending these texts. Within minutes, I had ordered both on Amazon.com.
They arrived at my doorstep a few weeks ago. Jack Daniels book was a fraction of the size of "Lore", the latter being almost two inches thick and containing 930 pages (which includes the index). Normally, I am the kind of person who tackles the easiest stuff first, thinking I'll feel more accomplished and motivated to get to the big ones. This time, I decided to reverse my strategy. I started with "Lore".
Let me say that just toting this book around is a workout. I feel stronger just lugging it to and from my house everyday. I was actually using it for bicep curls the other day.
Feel the burn baby. Oh yeah.
I'm not in a position to review the book yet as I'm only (yeah, I know, "only") on page 411. However, I don't have to be finished with it to say that it is uber comprehensive. Some of the finer points I've noticed thus far:
- Part I deals with the Physiology and Biochemistry of Running. The first chapter is entitled Muscle Structure and Function. Here, you will read all about Myofibrils, Sarcomeres, Myofilaments and other big words that you'll probably see on "Jeopardy". This is the shortest chapter, containing only 19 pages. As Noakes says, "the bulk of this chapter was devoted to describing how muscles are made up, how they contract to produce movement, the different muscle fiber types that exist, and how this influences athletic ability and perhaps longevity and susceptibility to various diseases". And you thought it was just about putting one foot in front of the other.
- Chapter Two delves into Oxygen Transport and Running Economy. Here, the author focuses on the relationship between oxygen transport through the body and exercise performance. It's over three times as long as chapter one. This was about the time where I decided to read it with a highlighter, coloring the segments that I thought were most important to remember. I'm not a detail person, as a general rule; that is to say that I tend to "glaze over" when things get technical. However, it's important that I absorb as much of this as I can, so I'm taking it seriously. Sometimes that means reading a sentence two or three times. I can handle it.
- Next, we read about Energy Systems and Running Performance. Having been employed in the fitness industry for over 17 years, not all of this information was new to me. I had to learn about how the body uses food in my A&P class. I also had to learn about carbohydrate, fat and protein in order to decode food labels for my clients. But, Noakes does a great job of reviewing the important aspects of exercise-related metabolism specific to athletes.
- Temperature Regulation During Exercise wraps up the first segment of this book. It's 80 pages long. And just so you know, I am not reading the large type edition. It's 80 pages of what looks like 8 or 9 point font. This chapter deals with factors that affect heat balance and how to prevent heat-impaired performance. Noakes also explains the difference between heatstroke and other heat-related disorders such as heat cramps, heat exhaustion and exercise-associated collapse. Truly, I didn't know much about this topic. However, he confirms what most runners know already: it's not so much the heat as it is the HUMIDITY.
- Currently, I'm in the middle of Part II. This is where you get into Training Basics, which is easier reading. It's also the part where, I suspect, most people reading this book will want to start with. Chapter 5 tells the reader how to develop a training foundation, which lends itself nicely to the novice runner. The author does give you permission to skip this part if you want more specific training details for 10 K's, Half-Marathons, Marathons and Ultramarathons, but I didn't. This book is a challenge. I can almost hear it whispering, "come on, I dare you. Read me cover to cover." I've never been one to resist a dare. I'm in the middle of Learning From the Experts, which is the title of chapter 6. And, am I learning a lot.
So, there you have it. Even if I stopped reading it right here and now, I can honestly say that it was well worth the $19.33 that I paid for it. The tagline on the front cover says it all, "For the serious runner or coach, this book is a must." -- Runner's World
Monday, March 21, 2011
The Beep
Before I go into my combo "ramble/rant", I'll share with you the links from my last three runs:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/73723613
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/73839463
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/74048319
Now over 2.5 months into my Low Heart Rate Training Experiment, the goal being to stay around or below 146 bpm, I'm starting to notice a significant difference. My HR is lower and my pace is faster, most of the time, which was the whole point of doing this in the first place. I'm encouraged.
That's all I'll say in that regard, letting the data provided speak for itself.
Now, back to our story.
The first link I shared with you was from my Friday run. In Massachusetts, we experienced unseasonable warmth that day, with temps hovering in the upper 60's. Talk about giving winter a good ol' kick in the keester.
Buh Bye, Old Man Winter. Don't let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya.
There was one caveat; we had winds gusting in excess of 35-45 mph. So, I got to run in shorts and a tank top, which was AWESOME, while getting pelted by the occasional acorn or branch flying off a tree.
Not as awesome. But, overall, it really was a great day and felt good to be out.
As I walked it in, enjoying my cool-down, I hear the sound of a horn beeping. I did have headphones on, but I usually keep the music low enough so I can hear what's going on around me.
This car didn't beep once.
Or twice.
Try three times. Yeah.
I was pretty sure it was someone trying to get my attention (I had run from work and was making my way back to the fitness center, walking up the steps) after the first and second beep, but was completely convinced by the third. I'm a pretty easygoing person most of the time, however, I've never appreciated "the beep shoutout" when I'm out running. Granted, I was walking it in at this point, but I was still focused on my breathing, heart rate and movement. I don't enjoy "the beep". It ranks right up there with the catcalls and whistles that I've occasionally received from randy male motorists in the dead heat of summer when I'm out running in the most minimal amount of clothing allowed that won't get me arrested for indecent exposure.
Why am I bringing this all up now?
Today, I'm at my post (the front desk at the fitness center) and one of our members comes in, who I've known for a while. We exchange pleasantries and he says, "boy, are you in your own little world when you're running." I said, "what makes you say that?"
At this point, he tells me that he was the one who kept beeping at me and I didn't even notice or hear it.
Oy.
I explained to this gentleman that, yes, I DID in fact both notice and hear it, but I don't enjoy "the beep" because my run is my time and it disrupts my focus (not to mention that half the time it scares the crap outta me). He sort of "half apologized", which I waved off, letting him know that it was no big deal but, for future reference, refraining from "the beep" would be ever so nice because I'll just ignore you anyway.
Don't get me wrong, here. I am a pretty friendly person who enjoys the company of others. If I run into someone I know at a restaurant or in a grocery store, I have no problem stopping to chat for a few moments. That's different.
That's not "the beep".
So, if you're driving down the road and happen to see me coming with my sunglasses on and bouncing blonde ponytail, do me a favor.
Just drive on by.
You can give me a little wave. Maybe I'll see you and wave back. Maybe I won't.
But, for the love of Pete, please refrain from "The Beep".
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/73723613
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/73839463
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/74048319
Now over 2.5 months into my Low Heart Rate Training Experiment, the goal being to stay around or below 146 bpm, I'm starting to notice a significant difference. My HR is lower and my pace is faster, most of the time, which was the whole point of doing this in the first place. I'm encouraged.
That's all I'll say in that regard, letting the data provided speak for itself.
Now, back to our story.
The first link I shared with you was from my Friday run. In Massachusetts, we experienced unseasonable warmth that day, with temps hovering in the upper 60's. Talk about giving winter a good ol' kick in the keester.
Buh Bye, Old Man Winter. Don't let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya.
There was one caveat; we had winds gusting in excess of 35-45 mph. So, I got to run in shorts and a tank top, which was AWESOME, while getting pelted by the occasional acorn or branch flying off a tree.
Not as awesome. But, overall, it really was a great day and felt good to be out.
As I walked it in, enjoying my cool-down, I hear the sound of a horn beeping. I did have headphones on, but I usually keep the music low enough so I can hear what's going on around me.
This car didn't beep once.
Or twice.
Try three times. Yeah.
I was pretty sure it was someone trying to get my attention (I had run from work and was making my way back to the fitness center, walking up the steps) after the first and second beep, but was completely convinced by the third. I'm a pretty easygoing person most of the time, however, I've never appreciated "the beep shoutout" when I'm out running. Granted, I was walking it in at this point, but I was still focused on my breathing, heart rate and movement. I don't enjoy "the beep". It ranks right up there with the catcalls and whistles that I've occasionally received from randy male motorists in the dead heat of summer when I'm out running in the most minimal amount of clothing allowed that won't get me arrested for indecent exposure.
Why am I bringing this all up now?
Today, I'm at my post (the front desk at the fitness center) and one of our members comes in, who I've known for a while. We exchange pleasantries and he says, "boy, are you in your own little world when you're running." I said, "what makes you say that?"
At this point, he tells me that he was the one who kept beeping at me and I didn't even notice or hear it.
Oy.
I explained to this gentleman that, yes, I DID in fact both notice and hear it, but I don't enjoy "the beep" because my run is my time and it disrupts my focus (not to mention that half the time it scares the crap outta me). He sort of "half apologized", which I waved off, letting him know that it was no big deal but, for future reference, refraining from "the beep" would be ever so nice because I'll just ignore you anyway.
Don't get me wrong, here. I am a pretty friendly person who enjoys the company of others. If I run into someone I know at a restaurant or in a grocery store, I have no problem stopping to chat for a few moments. That's different.
That's not "the beep".
So, if you're driving down the road and happen to see me coming with my sunglasses on and bouncing blonde ponytail, do me a favor.
Just drive on by.
You can give me a little wave. Maybe I'll see you and wave back. Maybe I won't.
But, for the love of Pete, please refrain from "The Beep".
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Numerology
I was on facebook this morning (as is my daily custom) and noticed that one of my friends put his Boston Marathon Bib # in his status update.
Which prompted me to go directly to the BAA home page.
Do not pass go; do not collect $200.
Well, I had to see if I could find mine too!
Sure enough, there I was:
BIB #17116
Whenever I run a race, I always try to assign some kind of significance to my race # (i.e. my year of birth, date of birth, etc.). It's just one of those little rituals I have. Keeps things interesting. Sometimes it works; sometimes it doesn't. This time it worked quite well:
1+7+1+1+6 = 16
1+6 = 7
Lucky Number Seven.
Not only does this happen to be my favorite number (and has been for years), this will be my 7th marathon.
You heard me. SEVENth.
I think it's a good omen.
Victory shall be mine. :-)
Which prompted me to go directly to the BAA home page.
Do not pass go; do not collect $200.
Well, I had to see if I could find mine too!
Sure enough, there I was:
BIB #17116
Whenever I run a race, I always try to assign some kind of significance to my race # (i.e. my year of birth, date of birth, etc.). It's just one of those little rituals I have. Keeps things interesting. Sometimes it works; sometimes it doesn't. This time it worked quite well:
1+7+1+1+6 = 16
1+6 = 7
Lucky Number Seven.
Not only does this happen to be my favorite number (and has been for years), this will be my 7th marathon.
You heard me. SEVENth.
I think it's a good omen.
Victory shall be mine. :-)
Friday, March 11, 2011
Random Musings on a Friday
In no particular order of importance
I always seem to forget to put body glide on the, ahem, "chafe zones" before I go out for a run. Until I get into the shower and the water hits me. Then, I remember.
My co-worker reminded me today that the sun is always out. It's just that sometimes it's obscured by the clouds. I think it's a great analogy that we can apply to our own lives as well.
I'm a dog person. I love dogs. Unless they decide to chase after me while I'm running, barking loudly. Normally, the owner isn't too far behind and they follow it up with a, "don't worry, he's friendly". I think that is supposed to make me feel better. But it hardly ever does.
For those that don't know me well (or don't have the nerve to tell me), I have a tendency to come off like a know-it-all. Somewhere along my physical trail, I picked up the notion that being right is super important and pride is everything. I've become aware of it in myself, but accept it for what it is. And I keep it in check whenever possible.
I am a very outgoing and friendly person who does well in social situations. Yet, running has taught me the value of being alone; the joy of solitude. I cherish that time when it's just me, myself and I. And I don't plan on giving it up anytime soon.
Typically, I get along with men better than I do with women (two of my best friends are male), however, I'm learning I don't trust some men easily. It's not all men. Just some.
I don't enjoy small talk. And when it involves the weather, I enjoy it even less. However, not everyone likes sports, the same kind of music or has the same interests. But, we all experience the weather. So, I guess I understand. And perhaps, I'll make a more concerted effort to enjoy it.
When someone prefaces a statement with, "To be honest with you", does that mean that they're lying all the other times they leave it out?
I say, "Oh, Crikey" a lot; if I drop something, if I stub my toe, etc. I don't know why. I'm not from Australia or anything. But, I guess it's better than dropping F Bombs all over the place.
Even though I dislike shopping, I love being a chick. The only caveat is I think it'd be great to pee standing up like men do. Moreover, it would be SO much more convenient. But, that's not reason enough to switch teams.
I put ketchup on eggs. And roast beef sandwiches. Some people find this odd. I just think it tastes better that way.
Things don't matter to me as much as they used to. That is to say, I don't get my knickers in a twist about every little thing. I used to take a lot of things personally. Now I find myself relaxed and, sometimes, smiling for no reason. I think I like that better.
I can wiggle both of my thumbs.
Do you ever wonder why we have to hear about or experience tragic events in order to get perspective? Why can't we have it when we're happy? Where does it go and why do we need something like that to get it back?
I got rid of a couple things yesterday. That may not seem like a big deal, but to me, it is. I hold on to "stuff" a lot longer than I need to. Letting go is so liberating, even if it seems scary at first. Once you do it, you wonder why you kept it for so long in the first place.
Finally, I'm really starting to learn how to be more flexible with training, relationships and life in general. It's not procrastination; it's just prioritization. Do the things that you can do and give it the time and attention it deserves. If you just don't have it in you that day, then it can wait. It'll still be there tomorrow.
TGIF!
Monday, March 7, 2011
WARNING...
** THIS BLOG CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. **
I ran my first 18 miler of the marathon training cycle yesterday in the rain and wind. Check out da stats:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/71681106
And I am no worse for the wear. Well, except for this:
Pretty sweet, eh?
Normally, I slather body glide or vaseline on my toes to avoid such things. This time, I elected to be footloose (pun intended) and fancy free. So, I guess you could say I brought it on myself.
Maybe, instead of taking donations for the New England Patriots Charitable Foundation, I should fundraise for a pedicure. If they can have charities such as "Save the Whales", why not "Save Cyndi's Toenails"?
Truthfully, it didn't really hurt. In fact, I didn't even notice it until I started my cool-down walk and noticed the telltale red splotch on my brand new Saucony Ride Running Shoes. I think I was more bothered about staining the new kicks than I was ripping my toe open. Thankfully, Dawn Dishwashing Detergent not only gets grease out of your way, but it does the same for bloodstains on shoes too.
Even the hot water from the shower didn't sting. I must be getting tougher. After surveying the damage, I decided that clipping the toenails were probably in order. In the process, the toenail to the left of the bloody one just came right off. All in one neat, little piece.
Am I grossing you out?
I never had aspirations to be a foot model, so I'm not worried. And, as long as my feet do what they are supposed to, which is run for a REALLY long time, that's all that matters.
Besides, I've always said toenails are for sissies.
I ran my first 18 miler of the marathon training cycle yesterday in the rain and wind. Check out da stats:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/71681106
And I am no worse for the wear. Well, except for this:
Pretty sweet, eh?
Normally, I slather body glide or vaseline on my toes to avoid such things. This time, I elected to be footloose (pun intended) and fancy free. So, I guess you could say I brought it on myself.
Maybe, instead of taking donations for the New England Patriots Charitable Foundation, I should fundraise for a pedicure. If they can have charities such as "Save the Whales", why not "Save Cyndi's Toenails"?
Truthfully, it didn't really hurt. In fact, I didn't even notice it until I started my cool-down walk and noticed the telltale red splotch on my brand new Saucony Ride Running Shoes. I think I was more bothered about staining the new kicks than I was ripping my toe open. Thankfully, Dawn Dishwashing Detergent not only gets grease out of your way, but it does the same for bloodstains on shoes too.
Even the hot water from the shower didn't sting. I must be getting tougher. After surveying the damage, I decided that clipping the toenails were probably in order. In the process, the toenail to the left of the bloody one just came right off. All in one neat, little piece.
Am I grossing you out?
I never had aspirations to be a foot model, so I'm not worried. And, as long as my feet do what they are supposed to, which is run for a REALLY long time, that's all that matters.
Besides, I've always said toenails are for sissies.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wacky Weather Wednesday
"When famine or plague comes to the land, or blight or mildew, locusts or grasshoppers, or when enemies besiege them in any of their cities, whatever disaster or disease may come..." -- 2 Chronicles 6:28
Yesterday, Wednesday, was my "speedwork" day (i.e. intervals run at or slightly faster than projected marathon pace). Normally, I work the later shift at work and have been doing my workout in the early to mid morning hours. My co-worker is on vacation for the month of March (I know what you're thinking--how do I get a gig like that?) so I've been relegated to the 6-2 shift.
I also teach Spinning every Wednesday for an hour at lunchtime. Typically I use it as a post-run recovery to just lightly spin the legs. I like being freshest for the run workout, because it's more specific to what I'm doing (marathon training). Since I'm a little backwards this month (no comments, please), I decided to run longer and slower after work instead and switch the speedwork to Fridays.
I enjoyed the warmth and view of the sunshine from my window at work, noticing temps were in the upper 30's and lower 40's. Sounds like pretty good running weather for early March, wouldn't you say?
Except for this one, simple fact: I live in New England. And, as they say: if you don't like the weather in New England, wait a minute. Because it's going to change.
This statement never held truer than it did yesterday.
I got home around 2:45 and noticed it had gotten cloudy outside. The forecast did mention the possibility of scattered showers in the afternoon, so I can't really feign ignorance. I shared my ambivalence with my husband about the whole "inside or outside thing". He suggested outside, saying I can just dress for the conditions. After a little more hemming and hawing, I decided to dress for outside, opting for a dri-fit baseball hat instead of the normal headwrap I wear...just in case we were in for a little rain. I even put my sunglasses on the top of my head. You know...just in case.
What can I say? I'm a "glass is half full" kind of gal.
And, off I went.
About five minutes into my run, the wind picked up and there was some schmootzy stuff flying in the air (yes, schmootzy is a technical weather term). Could have been rain...could have been sleet...could have been a mix...I wasn't quite sure. In fact, I ran by the elementary school on Main Street and, after exchanging pleasantries with the crossing guard, I said, "is it raining or snowing? This is bizarre!" He chuckled and I kept going.
Well, wonder no more. The sky got darker. Schmootz turned into flurries. Flurries turned into snowflakes. Windy turned into gusty. Snowflakes turned into wet, heavy snow that came down like cotton balls from the sky. It was like freakin' Armageddon out there. The only thing that was missing was the locusts.
At this point, I'm about 1.5 miles away from my house and I can barely see. Not only that, but I have to turn my face sideways in order to avoid being pelted from the oncoming onslaught of the super duper mutant schmootz flying around.
I was wet, cold and a little cranky. Okay, more than a little. My "glass" was starting to look a whole lot different than it had earlier.
Which prompted this recurring thought: This is the last time I ever listen to my husband about anything. He's the one who encouraged me to go outside in the first place. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Of course, it wasn't his fault but, blame always feels better, doesn't it? It's amazing how our default mode of thought can be so irrational. After mentally kicking the poor soul around for a few more minutes, I realized how silly the whole thing was. I was already out there, after all. Why not just accept the weather for what it is and keep running? It was either run or walk home. Even with the headwind, I could get home faster if I ran. Shortly after that decision, I noticed the cotton balls gave way to flakes, and the sky went from smoky to light gray. A few minutes later, the flakes became flurries and there was a beam of filtered sunshine streaming through the storm clouds.
And, then it just stopped.
The sky became blue and the sun came out. JUST as I approached the street I live on.
Instead of turning left and heading for home, I continued along the main road, turning up my tunes and sliding my sunglasses on my face. What started off as a cold, uncomfortable run ended up being bright and sunny. It was almost like getting a reward from Mother Nature for staying the course and sticking it out, even if it wasn't the best conditions going in.
It's kind of a lot like life sometimes, isn't it? Sometimes, we're faced with a situation that appears to be negative. But, if we just shift our perspective and see it as an opportunity for growth, it ends up being a blessing in disguise. I couldn't change the weather, but I could change my thoughts about it.
Hmmmmmm. Mother Nature.
Maybe she's not so bad after all.
“Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, when our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad, and gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?”
-- William Cullen Bryant
** FUNDRAISING UPDATE**
I'm pleased to announce that I've raised +/- $695 for the New England Patriots Charitable Foundation, which establishes scholarship funds for youth that can't afford to go to college. I'm only $55 away from meeting my goal. If you are a fan of education, football or running, please visit my page. Every little bit helps:
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/cynthia-springford/2011-Boston-Marathon-NEPCF-Marathon-Team
Yesterday, Wednesday, was my "speedwork" day (i.e. intervals run at or slightly faster than projected marathon pace). Normally, I work the later shift at work and have been doing my workout in the early to mid morning hours. My co-worker is on vacation for the month of March (I know what you're thinking--how do I get a gig like that?) so I've been relegated to the 6-2 shift.
I also teach Spinning every Wednesday for an hour at lunchtime. Typically I use it as a post-run recovery to just lightly spin the legs. I like being freshest for the run workout, because it's more specific to what I'm doing (marathon training). Since I'm a little backwards this month (no comments, please), I decided to run longer and slower after work instead and switch the speedwork to Fridays.
I enjoyed the warmth and view of the sunshine from my window at work, noticing temps were in the upper 30's and lower 40's. Sounds like pretty good running weather for early March, wouldn't you say?
Except for this one, simple fact: I live in New England. And, as they say: if you don't like the weather in New England, wait a minute. Because it's going to change.
This statement never held truer than it did yesterday.
I got home around 2:45 and noticed it had gotten cloudy outside. The forecast did mention the possibility of scattered showers in the afternoon, so I can't really feign ignorance. I shared my ambivalence with my husband about the whole "inside or outside thing". He suggested outside, saying I can just dress for the conditions. After a little more hemming and hawing, I decided to dress for outside, opting for a dri-fit baseball hat instead of the normal headwrap I wear...just in case we were in for a little rain. I even put my sunglasses on the top of my head. You know...just in case.
What can I say? I'm a "glass is half full" kind of gal.
And, off I went.
About five minutes into my run, the wind picked up and there was some schmootzy stuff flying in the air (yes, schmootzy is a technical weather term). Could have been rain...could have been sleet...could have been a mix...I wasn't quite sure. In fact, I ran by the elementary school on Main Street and, after exchanging pleasantries with the crossing guard, I said, "is it raining or snowing? This is bizarre!" He chuckled and I kept going.
Well, wonder no more. The sky got darker. Schmootz turned into flurries. Flurries turned into snowflakes. Windy turned into gusty. Snowflakes turned into wet, heavy snow that came down like cotton balls from the sky. It was like freakin' Armageddon out there. The only thing that was missing was the locusts.
At this point, I'm about 1.5 miles away from my house and I can barely see. Not only that, but I have to turn my face sideways in order to avoid being pelted from the oncoming onslaught of the super duper mutant schmootz flying around.
I was wet, cold and a little cranky. Okay, more than a little. My "glass" was starting to look a whole lot different than it had earlier.
Which prompted this recurring thought: This is the last time I ever listen to my husband about anything. He's the one who encouraged me to go outside in the first place. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Of course, it wasn't his fault but, blame always feels better, doesn't it? It's amazing how our default mode of thought can be so irrational. After mentally kicking the poor soul around for a few more minutes, I realized how silly the whole thing was. I was already out there, after all. Why not just accept the weather for what it is and keep running? It was either run or walk home. Even with the headwind, I could get home faster if I ran. Shortly after that decision, I noticed the cotton balls gave way to flakes, and the sky went from smoky to light gray. A few minutes later, the flakes became flurries and there was a beam of filtered sunshine streaming through the storm clouds.
And, then it just stopped.
The sky became blue and the sun came out. JUST as I approached the street I live on.
Instead of turning left and heading for home, I continued along the main road, turning up my tunes and sliding my sunglasses on my face. What started off as a cold, uncomfortable run ended up being bright and sunny. It was almost like getting a reward from Mother Nature for staying the course and sticking it out, even if it wasn't the best conditions going in.
It's kind of a lot like life sometimes, isn't it? Sometimes, we're faced with a situation that appears to be negative. But, if we just shift our perspective and see it as an opportunity for growth, it ends up being a blessing in disguise. I couldn't change the weather, but I could change my thoughts about it.
Hmmmmmm. Mother Nature.
Maybe she's not so bad after all.
“Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, when our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad, and gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?”
-- William Cullen Bryant
** FUNDRAISING UPDATE**
I'm pleased to announce that I've raised +/- $695 for the New England Patriots Charitable Foundation, which establishes scholarship funds for youth that can't afford to go to college. I'm only $55 away from meeting my goal. If you are a fan of education, football or running, please visit my page. Every little bit helps:
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/cynthia-springford/2011-Boston-Marathon-NEPCF-Marathon-Team
Monday, February 28, 2011
Mother Nature, why hast thou forsaken us???
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
Boy, they aren't kidding.
I don't know the details, but SOMEONE or SOMETHING in the Northeast really got on Mother Nature's last nerve.
Don't look at me; I sure didn't do it.
I know it's hard to believe but we actually got more SNOW on Sunday. Imagine that??? Because, apparently, we haven't had enough.
Somewhere along the line, we forgot that we are "Hearty New Englanders". Aside from skiers and snowboarders, I think the majority of us is waving the white flag, offering sweet surrender and begging for mercy.
Yesterday was my long run day. I had a 14 miler on my schedule. I did check the weather forecast ahead of time, which was calling for 1-4" of snow overnight, ending early Sunday morning. So, I did my normal easy six miler on Saturday, seeing no reason for changing things around. I mean, really. After the winter we've had, 1-4" is nothing.
And that's true. However, I woke up to well over 5" of snow on Sunday morning and there was no end in sight. In fact, it snowed until 11:30 a.m. before it decided to beat feet outta here.
Sigh.
Truly, at this stage in the game, there is really no point in getting upset about it. As I've mentioned in prior posts, we can't control the weather (and it's abundantly clear that those tv weatherpeople aren't very good at it either). Running 14 miles takes energy. Do I really want to squander it by bitching and complaining about more snow?
Nope.
So, embracing the whole, "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade" philosophy, I got myself dressed and headed over to the gym.
Yes, the gym. Where the treadmills are.
Is it my preference to run in place for over two hours? No. But, I had to make the best of what the current reality was. And, my current reality was snow covered roads that probably weren't very safe to run on.
So, I went, armed with my big bottle of gatorade, iPod and sweat towel. I did my 14 miles.
And I'd do it again if I had to.
Because, some days, you just have to do the best you can with what you have. In other words, make the most of the cards you're dealt. Because, a full house or a straight flush is just around the corner.
I promise.
Today is February 28th.
Spring begins in 21 more days. This too shall pass. It always does.
In the meantime, I'll train however I'm able and make the most of the options I do have.
It can't snow all the time. Eventually, even Mother Nature will want to get a suntan.
Keep the faith, peeps...
Boy, they aren't kidding.
I don't know the details, but SOMEONE or SOMETHING in the Northeast really got on Mother Nature's last nerve.
Don't look at me; I sure didn't do it.
I know it's hard to believe but we actually got more SNOW on Sunday. Imagine that??? Because, apparently, we haven't had enough.
Somewhere along the line, we forgot that we are "Hearty New Englanders". Aside from skiers and snowboarders, I think the majority of us is waving the white flag, offering sweet surrender and begging for mercy.
Yesterday was my long run day. I had a 14 miler on my schedule. I did check the weather forecast ahead of time, which was calling for 1-4" of snow overnight, ending early Sunday morning. So, I did my normal easy six miler on Saturday, seeing no reason for changing things around. I mean, really. After the winter we've had, 1-4" is nothing.
And that's true. However, I woke up to well over 5" of snow on Sunday morning and there was no end in sight. In fact, it snowed until 11:30 a.m. before it decided to beat feet outta here.
Sigh.
Truly, at this stage in the game, there is really no point in getting upset about it. As I've mentioned in prior posts, we can't control the weather (and it's abundantly clear that those tv weatherpeople aren't very good at it either). Running 14 miles takes energy. Do I really want to squander it by bitching and complaining about more snow?
Nope.
So, embracing the whole, "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade" philosophy, I got myself dressed and headed over to the gym.
Yes, the gym. Where the treadmills are.
Is it my preference to run in place for over two hours? No. But, I had to make the best of what the current reality was. And, my current reality was snow covered roads that probably weren't very safe to run on.
So, I went, armed with my big bottle of gatorade, iPod and sweat towel. I did my 14 miles.
And I'd do it again if I had to.
Because, some days, you just have to do the best you can with what you have. In other words, make the most of the cards you're dealt. Because, a full house or a straight flush is just around the corner.
I promise.
Today is February 28th.
Spring begins in 21 more days. This too shall pass. It always does.
In the meantime, I'll train however I'm able and make the most of the options I do have.
It can't snow all the time. Eventually, even Mother Nature will want to get a suntan.
Keep the faith, peeps...
Monday, February 21, 2011
One of these things doesn't look like the other
This time last year, I had four races under my belt: Hangover Classic 10K, Boston Prep 16 Miler, Bradford Valentine 5 Miler and the LOCO Half at the Hamptons.
This year, I have NADA.
That's right. Haven't...raced...a step.
Don't get me wrong. I've been running. I've done intervals. I'm "training".
But, this time last year, I was still chasing that "elusive BQ" time. This time last year, I had an agenda.
This year, I only have to collect my reward: show up in Hopkinton on Monday, April 18th and just "do my thang".
I'm taking it one day at a time, here. I wake up every day and look at my "schedule". I think about what I want to do that day. If it coincides with the schedule, great. If not, I've managed to be okay with that too. I'm making it up as I go along; flying by the seat of my pants, if you will. Yesterday, I was only supposed to do 10 miles. Instead, I did 12.5.
Stuff like that. Spontaneity.
This is new for me. Not only do I feel like I have to follow a training schedule to the letter but, I'm also a recovering "control freak" who always feels like she has to be "doing something".
This year, I just want to be Cyndi the runner.
And I think I like it.
I don't feel a need to "prove myself" or "accomplish anything". I still have residual ambivalence about racing. I'm still separating what I want to be from what I think I'm supposed to be. And I think I'm doing very well. There is plenty of time to figure it out. And I don't have to try so hard.
From now until Boston, I'm just planning on going with the flow and making each run as enjoyable as it can be.
You won't be finding me in any race results on coolrunning...at least for now.
Just keep an eye on the roads.
Look for the bouncing, blonde ponytail.
And the look of contentment.
That'll be me.
This year, I have NADA.
That's right. Haven't...raced...a step.
Don't get me wrong. I've been running. I've done intervals. I'm "training".
But, this time last year, I was still chasing that "elusive BQ" time. This time last year, I had an agenda.
This year, I only have to collect my reward: show up in Hopkinton on Monday, April 18th and just "do my thang".
I'm taking it one day at a time, here. I wake up every day and look at my "schedule". I think about what I want to do that day. If it coincides with the schedule, great. If not, I've managed to be okay with that too. I'm making it up as I go along; flying by the seat of my pants, if you will. Yesterday, I was only supposed to do 10 miles. Instead, I did 12.5.
Stuff like that. Spontaneity.
This is new for me. Not only do I feel like I have to follow a training schedule to the letter but, I'm also a recovering "control freak" who always feels like she has to be "doing something".
This year, I just want to be Cyndi the runner.
And I think I like it.
I don't feel a need to "prove myself" or "accomplish anything". I still have residual ambivalence about racing. I'm still separating what I want to be from what I think I'm supposed to be. And I think I'm doing very well. There is plenty of time to figure it out. And I don't have to try so hard.
From now until Boston, I'm just planning on going with the flow and making each run as enjoyable as it can be.
You won't be finding me in any race results on coolrunning...at least for now.
Just keep an eye on the roads.
Look for the bouncing, blonde ponytail.
And the look of contentment.
That'll be me.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Six and a half weeks...
...since beginning my low HR experiment (see my post about "to get faster run...slower?). I ran 8 miles outside on an unseasonally warm day (by February in New England standards) and hit the motherload: an average HR of 146 bpm. Here are my garmin stats:
Great Eight by cyndilou1971 at Garmin Connect - Details
I am feeling good about running slow. I think it's making a positive impact on my conditioning. I can't wait to see how it affects my race paces. Fun!
Two months and one day until the Boston Marathon. I'm feeling good, building a kickass aerobic base and am looking forward to the next run whenever and wherever it is.
Great Eight by cyndilou1971 at Garmin Connect - Details
I am feeling good about running slow. I think it's making a positive impact on my conditioning. I can't wait to see how it affects my race paces. Fun!
Two months and one day until the Boston Marathon. I'm feeling good, building a kickass aerobic base and am looking forward to the next run whenever and wherever it is.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Calling All Generous People
I am pleased to announce that I am a part of the 2011 New England Patriots Charitable Foundation Boston Marathon Team.
I think I've mentioned in the blog once, twice, or fifty times, that I had a dream to qualify for Boston. I had run it twice for charity (2008, 2009), but decided that I wouldn't run it again until I could be there "for real" as a BQ'er.
That dream came true for me on May 30, 2010 at the Vermont City Marathon when I crossed the finish line in 3:43:30, which was 2 minutes and 29 seconds faster than the 3:45:59 required for the F35-39 age group.
When registration opened on Monday, October 18th, 2010, I got right on my computer and registered. I paid the $130 entrance fee, submitted my qualifying time and, voila, I was in.
Easy Peasy. No muss, no fuss. I was in on my own merits. I didn't need the help of a track club or a charity to get me a #. I got it myself.
Sooooooooooooo, why am I running for a charity? Why am I raising money when it's not a requirement?
First of all, I think it's great to raise money just because, well, you want to. I only need to come up with $750, compared to the $3,250 minimum that is mandated by the BAA Charities. Secondly, I heart my New England Patriots and I think it'd be a wicked BLAST to be on their marathon team. I'm going to run it anyway. Why not align myself with the best football team in the country?
(Sidebar: Yes, I realize that the Green Bay packers won the Superbowl. I still think the New England Patriots are the best team in the country. This is my blog and I can say whatever I want.)
Lastly, I think anyone can deepen their running experience by bringing meaning and purpose to their races, whether they are "qualified" or not. What better way to give back than to do something that I love doing?
And now, we have come to the part where I am going to throw myself at your feet, begging and pleading for your money.
Okay, maybe I'm being just a TAD dramatic.
But, I'd love it if you would visit my fundraising page:
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/cynthia-springford/2011-boston-marathon-nepcf-marathon-team?utm_source=share&utm_medium=gigya&utm_campaign=gigyaeua&utm_content=mainpage&sms_ss=facebook&at_xt=4d4fff1b470cc498%2C0
Check it out.
And donate...but only if you feel like it.
Thanks for your support. Whether it be in word or deed, it's acknowledged and appreciated.
I think I've mentioned in the blog once, twice, or fifty times, that I had a dream to qualify for Boston. I had run it twice for charity (2008, 2009), but decided that I wouldn't run it again until I could be there "for real" as a BQ'er.
That dream came true for me on May 30, 2010 at the Vermont City Marathon when I crossed the finish line in 3:43:30, which was 2 minutes and 29 seconds faster than the 3:45:59 required for the F35-39 age group.
When registration opened on Monday, October 18th, 2010, I got right on my computer and registered. I paid the $130 entrance fee, submitted my qualifying time and, voila, I was in.
Easy Peasy. No muss, no fuss. I was in on my own merits. I didn't need the help of a track club or a charity to get me a #. I got it myself.
Sooooooooooooo, why am I running for a charity? Why am I raising money when it's not a requirement?
First of all, I think it's great to raise money just because, well, you want to. I only need to come up with $750, compared to the $3,250 minimum that is mandated by the BAA Charities. Secondly, I heart my New England Patriots and I think it'd be a wicked BLAST to be on their marathon team. I'm going to run it anyway. Why not align myself with the best football team in the country?
(Sidebar: Yes, I realize that the Green Bay packers won the Superbowl. I still think the New England Patriots are the best team in the country. This is my blog and I can say whatever I want.)
Lastly, I think anyone can deepen their running experience by bringing meaning and purpose to their races, whether they are "qualified" or not. What better way to give back than to do something that I love doing?
And now, we have come to the part where I am going to throw myself at your feet, begging and pleading for your money.
Okay, maybe I'm being just a TAD dramatic.
But, I'd love it if you would visit my fundraising page:
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/cynthia-springford/2011-boston-marathon-nepcf-marathon-team?utm_source=share&utm_medium=gigya&utm_campaign=gigyaeua&utm_content=mainpage&sms_ss=facebook&at_xt=4d4fff1b470cc498%2C0
Check it out.
And donate...but only if you feel like it.
Thanks for your support. Whether it be in word or deed, it's acknowledged and appreciated.
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