A little bit of crazy

Track breakWalking into the indoor track this morning, I witnessed one of the gals being trained for running form pull over in a series of halting steps and lean down either to catch her breath or deal with whatever pain was vexing her. But it wasn’t clear whether that pain was physical or emotional.

The class puts a lot of demands on the women who participate. They do drills to learn to run on their midfoot, carry their arms correctly and sustain pace and tempo over time. It’s a lot to think about. They are literally changing who they are as runners. That takes some doing, and it can make you a little crazy.

To runners that grew up in the sport, it always looks a little crazy to see people starting out. Add in a rehearsed method of training like form drills, and it all seems overcomplicated.

Sure, many of us have done drill training, and recently while watching a focus piece about Galen Rupp broadcast during the Olympic Trials, it showed how much strength work he did to build his running form. Rupp credits that strength training for being able to avoid fatigue late in a race. And it clearly works.

But getting there takes a little bit of crazy. I recall doing weeks of indoor training during high school track. We ran through bone-chilling cold to an elementary school gym for an hour’s worth of plyometric drills. We bounded and jumped and built our foundations from the ground up. And it worked.

That’s one kind of crazy. A good kind. The kind that fits part of the definition of crazy in fact. Crazy: extremely enthusiastic. synonyms: passionate about · (very) keen on · enamored of ·

The other kind of crazy, the kind not deemed so positive, is defined as: mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive way. 

We all claim to know some crazy people in life. That’s half of what people talk about all the time. Crazy politicians. Crazy YouTube videos. Crazy memes and themes and Krispy Kremes. It’s crazy to eat that stuff. Yet we’re all tempted. We’re all crazy in some way. It takes a little crazy to get through life.

And we all know there’s a mix of all kinds of crazy in our daily schedules as we run, ride and swim. That’s in part why I started this blog. To consider the craziness of what we do.

Track surfaceIt’s all so easy to get carried away. Yet to “get crazy” is often perceived as a good thing. The craziness of doing event like a 100 mile run or an Ironman consumes us wholly. Yet we do it and share these experiences because it’s a way to react to life. The fight against the mundane is perpetual. We dive in and we back off. We engulf ourselves in the miracle and hope of craziness. We learn things about ourselves. Some of that is good. Some not so much.

And we hope other people understand. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don’t. It depends on what angle you are using to consider the situation.

That calls up the third definition of crazy, defined as: (an angle) appearing absurdly out of place or in an unlikely position.

That last definition carries some crazy weight in this discussion. Because you often can’t tell the difference between a person that is crazy about what they’re doing and someone who is doing something because they’re already a little crazy, or trying somehow to cope.

I knew a guy named Larry in Chicago years ago that ran around with heavy weights strapped to his arms and legs. He swore this was going to make him a better runner. His theory was that his strength would be such once he removed the weights that he could glide across the ground at a much faster pace. It was a crazy theory. And it didn’t really work. Larry never really got any faster as a result of his routine.

It’s simply impossible to tell these things apart at times. Emotional conditions like depression can make people want to do crazy things or act out. Either that, or it forces them to withdraw. People do these things to break out of thought patterns that are not constructive. Runners and endurance athletes are no exception to this behavior. In fact, there are many among us who are drawn to the craziness of endurance sports for those very reasons. It’s considered a healthy way to work off the stress, anxiety and depression.

More than one fellow athlete has told me that either they took up running or they’d have smoked and drank their whole life. A few former teammates have gone that route after they ceased running. Some survived to become sober and cease the craziness. A few did not make it. The drugs took them down.

Track runnerWe now know that endurance sports contribute important chemical support from within the body to combat depression. There are cognitive benefits as well. Combined, and with common sense, these benefits are healthy indeed.

But we still need to remove the stigmas of what it’s like to deal with depression.

This morning my son shared an amazing treatise on depression written by a friend of his named Matt Muze. People struggle to grasp what it’s like to work through depression. The starting points are inconceivable to those not afflicted by it. This essay shows some of the outcomes that might even be deemed positives.

The world knows great benefit from those who live with depression. Men like Winston Churchill, who called depression the Black Dog, knew how to contribute to society despite their condition. There are simply rough days now and then. It’s important that people not take it personally when a person with depression wades through the murk. It’s not a “mood” or a “choice” they are making. And they can’t always admit it in the moment. Be patient.

People who deal with depression are not crazy. In fact no sort of mental challenge is truly a “crazy” thing. Supposedly “normal” people do far crazier things through arrogance, intellect or just plain being an asshole. The fact of the matter is that all people act that way at times.

Crazy selfieAll this craziness is like a three-way mirror, or more. People aren’t so much crazy as they are trying to look at themselves from several angles at the same time. When someone catches you doing it, the situation can be a little embarrassing. But why else do so many millions of people shoot selfies? And why do they so often choose to use mirrors to do so, rather than the self timer?

It’s the patent objectivity of the selfie that is so appealing. People really want to know themselves better. It’s the prurient curiosity of this process that makes it so appealing to look at other selfies and wonder what that person was thinking. About themselves. About the world. Which in sum is a little bit of crazy every day.

BE ORIGINAL.

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On mercy, forgiveness and competition

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I was recently asked to participate in a Lenten project at our church. The task was to take a Bible passage and interpret what it means to your life. Our Associate Pastor assigned Psalm 31: 9-16. It reads like this:

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;

    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
    my soul and body with grief.
10 My life is consumed by anguish
    and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction,[a]
    and my bones grow weak.
11 Because of all my enemies,
    I am the utter contempt of my neighbors
and an object of dread to my closest friends—
    those who see me on the street flee from me.
12 I am forgotten as though I were dead;
    I have become like broken pottery.
13 For I hear many whispering,
    “Terror on every side!”
They conspire against me
    and plot to take my life.

14 But I trust in you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my God.”
15 My times are in your hands;
    deliver me from the hands of my enemies,
    from those who pursue me.
16 Let your face shine on your servant;
    save me in your unfailing love.

You may wonder what that might have to do with running and riding and swimming. But there’s plenty, and a potentially important lesson to think about even for people who are not Christian believers. This is what I wrote.

“Mercy is the great collective in this world, for it is formed of Forgiveness, Love, and Hope. When we find ourselves pressed by fear of loss or called to carry out some task seemingly beyond our abilities, the first instinct might not be to ask for mercy. That sounds too much like an excuse, or giving up before you get started.

Yet Psalm 31 instructs us on what to do, and how to ask: “Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.” That’s not just an admission of weakness. It is also a call for strength.

Think about the practical applications. A runner standing on the starting line of a distance race already knows there will be pain to encounter. In that situation, we might be screaming “Lord have Mercy” on the inside even as we lift our eyes to thank God for the ability to run, or just to breathe. We should pray first in gratitude for these things, and then determine what is possible. It does not mean we’ll achieve everything we set out to do, but we will know that we are loved now matter what the outcome might be. That is a mercy unto itself.”

See, I’ve always had problems with the idea that God would help you perform better than you might do on your own. I don’t think that’s God’s role at all. I don’t think praying for a win or even a personal record is the purpose of prayer.

See the LightThe idea that “all things are possible through God” is inviting, however. Yet it has been my experience that the things possible through God often have nothing to do with our own expectations or desires. They have everything to do with comprehending our ultimate place in the universe. I’ve seen people close to me die. Parents and a spouse. I know what it means for life to come to an end. I know what it means to have mercy extended before that happens, and why it is so important to show mercy however you can to others. It is our true role as human beings to do so.

That is why mercy is so important. Human beings are blessed (and cursed) with the ability to feel emotional pain and emotional joy. We travel between these poles in our lives from birth to death.

It seems to me that our efforts in endurance events are a rehearsal of those dynamics. We bring suffering on ourselves in order to better understand our minds and our hearts. We also compete with others as a measure of our efforts. Sometimes that competition can feel all-consuming. We falsely compare ourselves in some ways, and choose to ignore it in others. We deceive ourselves that way. It’s hard to know where to fix your motives. But through time and trials, you learn. And that’s why it is good to compete. It teaches you the core of your being. So when people cross themselves before a game and point to the sky, I can’t help wondering at times if they’re praying for the right or wrong thing. In the end, that is understanding what’s most important. Sometimes winning isn’t.

Some of us call God into that play because the depth of understanding necessary to comprehend reality truly goes beyond our grasp. It is too great for our limited minds to engage.

That does not mean we should not try to figure out the world. Science is as beautiful and necessary as religion in this world. Yet if you’ve played that game where you try to imagine infinity, and that it just goes on and on and on, you’ll know what I’m talking about when I suggest that is where science and religion converge. We desire to know the unknown. We also sense our limits. Yet it is our job to push on. To transform ourselves. To transcend reality. To feel spiritual as well as real.

It has been my experience that there is a force in the universe that truly can help us comprehend our own successes and failings. It aligns with what we call love, and it helps us know the power of forgiveness for others and for ourselves. It is thus healing and inspiring at the same time.

LegsThat’s what I take to the starting line, and everything I do these days. The will to try is balanced by the acceptance of forgiveness. Many times in my career I’ve been fortunate to find that sweet spot in time, the place where the joy of competing is rewarded with the relaxation of knowing I’m doing my best. But not always.

When that hasn’t happened, there have indeed been times of grief and sorrow. But that’s not where God or the physical universe really calls us to stay. There is an energy in life calling us back. While we’re here, that is the parallel mercy of living. It’s always good to try.

So to conclude my Lenten observation, I wrote this short prayer.

“Dear God. Your mercies in this world are not always seen, but we know they exist through grace. Give us the heart of gratitude and the hope that mercy provides, and prevails. In your name we pray. Amen.” 

LOVE LIFE.

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That teammate you never liked

IMG_6026On every team, there is always one or two people who love the dynamic but actually seem bent on messing it up. They might be noisy or obnoxious. They lead intervals too hard or too often, but can’t actually race. Or they might lack social awareness in some strange way.

Comedian Dane Cook does a great bit about ‘that friend’ in your group that nobody likes. He describes the dynamic in which everyone tried to avoid that friend, and then lays it out plainly. “If you don’t believe there is someone in every group like, then guess what, You’re That Person.”

I’ve been a prick more than a few times in life. There have been times when I pissed off teammates. Fortunately, one of them has usually reached out to let me know it was time for a change. During my junior year in college, I’d taken to complaining about the manner in which our team was training. My roommate pulled me aside one night and said, “You know what Cud? You just need to shut up and run.”

And I did that. The result was a string of PRs that winter in indoor track. My mile time dropped 10 seconds. My two mile, more than 15 seconds.

But here’s the funny thing about all that complaining I was doing. I learned later in life that we actually were training too hard. So that weird friend in everyone’s group, or the person who complains all the time? They just might have a purpose. In their obnoxious way, they bring something to the group. It is ours to listen for that.

Hog tie

That did not stop our high school cross country team from imposing a form of martial law on the team to control the weird kids and get them to conform to team dynamics. We would occasionally “hog-tie” a kid with duct tape and his own jock to make the point that they had better stop being so obnoxious.

It was wrong. It was a form of hazing. I don’t believe in hazing of any kind. But at the time, it was considered acceptable in some way to hog-tie teammates who were upsetting the team dynamic.

Come college, we’d sneak around and drop shorts to the ground behind naive freshmen who were off in dreamland. It was our unsubtle way of warning them the world would kick their ass if they weren’t keeping an eye out.

So there are artful and ugly ways to deal with the naive and obnoxious among us. It’s true that some people don’t know they’re persistent stalkers or talkers, and as such, unwelcome in many ways. Some people just aren’t sensitive to verbal cues or body language. So they go on being themselves and people roll their eyes.

But here’s the funny thing. That person who hangs out with the group despite the fact that most don’t like them likely has some evolutionary or social purpose. Because even the goofy wolf with big paws who can’t run fast and has never taken down a deer has a role to perform in the pack. Maybe they’ve got extra sensitive ears, or they can hear prey the other wolves don’t hear.

It proves we can’t be too quick to dismiss the goofballs among us. It is a cruel world in many respects, but even the hang-around geek or the nerd, or the slow guy on the bike and the person whose swimsuit never quite fits have their place in the world has a role to play. You can ride a horse backwards and still get to the same place on time.

TRY TO SHOW RESPECT. EVEN WHEN IT’S HARD TO DO.  

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Lovable Meb versus Rupp the disrupter

Rupp and MebI watched the Olympic Trials marathon on DVR, so I already knew who would win. And I fell asleep watching it. And so missed the apparent running exchange between Meb and Galen, because the younger runner was crowding the road like a track racer.

Which resulted in the older Meb schooling the younger Galen in the postrace press conference on the etiquettes of marathon racing. That led to Galen sitting there looking like he’d swallowed (and was trying to keep down) one of the rotting peace doves from the 1984 Olympics, held in Los Angeles, where Rupp’s coach Alberto Salazar raced and did not succeed.

So there was a lot of American running “history,” both recent and past, on display during the competition. And the words exchanged afterwards.

Meb

Meb’s a great runner. He’s an experienced runner. I’ve written how his triumphs represent a new America that makes some people uncomfortable. He’s an adopted American. And he’s distinctly not white. So some think that disqualifies him from full admiration.

Rupp

Rupp is a home country product. A lean white boy with a mean coach noted in his competitive days to be austere and aloof. Recently Alberto Salazar has come under scrutiny for coaching practices some considerable unethical.

After the marathon former Salazar protege Kara Goucher let loose a string of invectives when talking about the investigations into Salazar’s “methods” which may or may not involve doping. As we learned from the Lance Armstrong story, there’s often fire where there is smoke. So we’ll see if the man’s reputation goes up in flames.

Money

There’s money behind it, with the big juggernaut Nike funding this and that in an attempt to win converts to the brand. Meanwhile Meb runs in Skechers, a brand of running shoes that evolved from the skateboarding world. Like I said, Meb represents the New America that does not necessarily care about legacies. It cares about likeability. And Meb is likable.

We’ve all worked with people who resemble Meb and Galen. At times, it seems unfair that the likable guy or gal gets promoted. They may not be the stellar employee, but threy’re likable. Sometimes corporations prefer that in their leadership.

But sometimes corporations promote people wired like Galen Rupp. They excel at what they do. And if those people happen to rub you the wrong way in a meeting, as Rupp did to Meb on the marathon course, so what? They’re a producer. A rainmaker.

Company we keep

The world of distance running is no different than any company in the world. It’s still a business out there. People are trying to make a living and there are conflicts. 40 years ago people weren’t allowed to make a living at the sport of running. They were owned by the amateur associations and their rules against “professional” behavior.

That’s what men like Steve Prefontaine, Frank Shorter and others fought to change. The result is that people are now free to make a living as professional runners.

That doesn’t make it any easier. And when the stakes are high, as they are with an Olympic Trials marathon, there are endorsements and a chance for Olympic glory on the line. Things are bound to get chippy.

Sometimes that means the nice guys triumph. But you also have to accept that sometimes the pricks will win.

I specifically recall the moment a competitor in our college cross country conference finally won the meet after years of dominance by our school. Following his victory, he used the podium to speak a diatribe against the program that, in essence, gave him motivation to get better. It was ironic and somewhat classless.

He went on to become an All-American. He was a great runner. But he was also a bit of a conservatively bitter little prick.

It’s the American Way. You can’t always choose the character of the winners. In some ways, you can’t even hope to change it when they do win.

That only happens through losing. Because it seems the only way to gain a share of humility is to have it thrown in your face. Ground into your back. Or forced upon you in some other way.

Frankly, if Rupp were to go on to win the Olympics in the marathon, and that’s a long shot, he’d more like be in the company of more Rupp-style runners. Meb is no slouch. His best times (according to Wikipedia) for some standard distances are 3:42.29 for 1500 m (not real fast) set in 1998; 13:11.77 for 5000m (good but not great) set in 2000; 27:13.98 for 10,000 m (world class but the world record is in the mid 26’s) set in 2001 (although an American record which stood until 2010? I question this…);[12] and 2:08:37 for the marathon, set at the 2014 Boston Marathon.

Rupp’s times are somewhat better. PR: 1,500m – 3:34.75 (2012); Mile – 3:50.92i (2013); 3,000m – 7:30.16i (2013 AR); 5,000m – 12:58.90 (2012); 10,000m – 26:48.00AR (2011)And Rupp is the silver medalist behind the amazing Mo Farah at the last World Championships.

So it’s a classic American tale of competition at “the office” as to who will succeed in Rio. Will it be Rupp, the determined protege of Salazar? Or will it be Meb, the people’s apparent favorite.

I hope I don’t fall asleep. It will be interesting to see if these two teammates can work it all out on behalf of America.

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What a pill to swallow

pillsAs a kid, I could not swallow pills. My mother had to pack them into food to get them down. I distinctly remember the acid taste of aspirin exploding on my tongue. And crying.

Likely that’s a product of my general anxiety. A born nail-biter, I also couldn’t pee when other people were present.

A good stint in the Army would have cured all that. I know that now. Pissing around with momma’s care is one thing. Having to get up at 4:30 and run around a pitch black Army base would have cured me quick of not being able to pee around other guys.

For all the reticence of the orifices as a youngster, life has finally bred it all out of me. Necessity tends to do that. And a bit of self-acceptance too. That’s the longest pill anyone of us has to swallow.

I’d depended on liquid painkillers through having my wisdom teeth pulled at age 20. Yet somewhere in those early 20s, I made up my mind that not being able to swallow a simple pill was ridiculous.

Migraine

And then I had an experience that will never be forgotten. By reason of hormones or tension or some combination, a string of severe migraine headaches came along. They were fierce, like a layer of fire across the top of my head. Blinding and nauseating, the headaches came and went.

Likely they were triggered by caffeine, to which it turned out I was enormously sensitive. I even had to quit drinking Cokes in my late 20s because the caffeine seized up my prostate gland so I could not pee. The doctor had me cut out my Coke a day habit and the problem cleared up. He also prescribed frequent sex. By then I was married. So I asked him for a prescription. He wrote that out as sort of a serious joke. Too bad it was not deemed funny at home.

But that streak of migraines in my early 20s taught me a few things about pain relievers. A physician prescribed Tylenol with codeine in it. That helped the headaches. But it must have done something to my nervous system because my arm went completely numb. That sent me to the emergency room where they did a CT scan on my arm and chest. It turned out there was some kind of gas bubble in my chest cavity, but it went away that day. Likely it was caused in part by the narcotic effect of the codeine in some way.

And given that my body was no longer in pain, and my arm no longer numb, I still went to Chicago that night with my brothers and partied until four in the morning.

Burning it at both ends

Perhaps that pattern of behavior had something to do with my migraines? I was running 75 miles a week at the time, and getting a mere six hours of sleep on average. That’s called burning the candle at both ends. I was young, driven, horny and a bit crazy.

But I was starting to improve my 10K times. So what’s the problem? I was training hard and not recovering. That was the problem. Colds were a consistent problem too.

It took a couple years but I ultimately learned my lesson.

Pills tooI also graduated to Ibuprofen as my pain reliever of choice. When headaches came on and I took Tylenol, literally nothing happened. Decades later I had this conversation with a nurse at a hospital:

“You know, I take Advil. Tylenol doesn’t seem to work for me.”

“It doesn’t work for anybody,” she told me.

“What?” I asked.

“Yeah. It may help reduce fever. But that’s about it.”

And so, a mystery was somewhat solved. To this day, it is ibuprofen or nothing at all.

During my recovery from the broken collarbone a few years back, and before that an ACL surgery, doctors told me to take lots of ibuprofen. It scared me. I’d read that it can harm your liver or kidneys, or somesuch.

The fact of the matter is that there is no drug that you can take in massive amounts and be perfectly safe. It is not necessarily recommended that runners or cyclists take ibuprofen before exercise. It does help after exercise, for sure.

Thin hopes

Aspirin is also considered a helpful drug and can thin blood and make heart attacks and stroke less likely. For years I could not touch certain types of aspirin because of the caffeine content. It was not my imagination. The quid pro quo of caffeine to prostate problems was clear as day. So I avoided that.

With age some of these problems were abated. Probably my tightly wound prostate and a head full of headaches were the direct result of hormone overload. I don’t know about you, but during my 20s and into my early 30s it was almost impossible to think some days. It was like sexual ADHD. Distracted thinking.

Attention, please

And to that fact, I also learned later in life that my brain does has some ADD tendencies. I call it creative ADD, which is the desire at all times to be doing something creative. If life does not offer that, I get bored and distracted.

I have learned to focus and how to control those tendencies. Basically, it works like a reward system. If I’m writing for two to three hours at a stretch, or doing the same in painting, my reward is getting up to do something like play guitar, or go for a run, a bike or a swim. I waste far less time in these healthy pursuits than people without creative ADD because while I’m doing those activities, I’m also problem-solving. Often I come home from a run with a problem all figured out. It works in the morning, noon and night.

So endurance sports are like a drug for the mind. They can reduce the frequency and intensity of tension headaches too. That’s a better pill to swallow.

Coping mechanisms

Of course, when life piles on heavy even the running, riding and swimming can fail you. During the many years of dealing with cancer in my late wife, there were times when an extra drug called Lorazepam was added to the mix. This was to reduce anxiety and stress. I used that drug once a day, usually before falling into bed, in order to prevent the difficulties of caregiving and other challenges from overwhelming my taxed mind. Basically, it was a long term life and death issue during all those years, and it had impacts on our lives that were ripple effects from the stress. Job loss. Financial problems. Cancer is no fun, people.

When the main ordeals were temporarily over, and things moved into remission, it took a few weeks to wean myself off that drug. Lorazepam was never meant to be taken long term. But I recall the sluggish feeling of waking with that drug in my system and trying to ride 60-80 miles and keep up. Some days it was all I could do to hold a wheel. The feeling of stress in my brain was like PTSD. I did not want any additional challenges beyond the stress of caregiving. Sometimes I’d just drop. Let it go. Ride at my own pace. Watch the tarsnakes under my wheels. Then I’d get home and my wife would ask, “How was the ride?” And I’d tell her, “Fine.” It was all I could do. Life was a horizontal vortex.

Air in the tires

I take a mild anti-anxiety and anti-depressant drug now. It “puts air in my tires” as the doctor put it. I feel it’s my responsibility to myself and those I love to manage any tendencies toward anxiety or depression. That and a healthy, long-term cognitive approach to managing and reducing ruminative thoughts has made me feel healthier mentally than ever before. I’m still competitive at times, and can be pouty at others. But that’s a product of self-perception and loss of perspective. It can be handled, and should be.

Sometimes the toughest pill to swallow is that fact that you’re not perfect. But that’s easier to manage when you realize that everyone else is in the same boat. Then it’s not so hard to take. It’s a pill that can be hard to swallow, but the effects are wonderful.

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Give fully to invest in the public good

Track blocksWith all the debate over government spending and what constitutes socialism raging across the land, perhaps it’s a good time to shed some perspective on how government really works. And it all centers around running.

The town where I live is only 30,000 or so residents. It’s a mixed community of modest and even small homes, but there is wealth as well, tacked onto the edges where people with money built larger places. We’ve had the same mayor for about 30 years. The school district is well-respected if not elite, and people have generally supported referendums to build schools.

About eight or nine years ago, more than 75 community members joined a committee to study the needs of the high school. Proposed components included much-needed classrooms, a theater for music, drama and community events, and a fieldhouse.

Track surfaceThe rather large committee broke into smaller groups and over a period of 10-12 weeks, conducted discussions about what was needed in Batavia, and what was not.

When all was complete, the chairman turned to the audience and said, “Now we need someone to write the summary.”

A friend who coached the football and track teams had recruited me to participate on the committee. He knew I’d served as Chamber of Commerce and Rotary President in Batavia. He also knew I could write. And he gave me a look at that moment that told me I should step up and volunteer to write the summary.

So I did, and the chairman offloaded binders and folders created by the committee. It was my job to take it home and make sense of it, then come back with a report for review by committee leadership.

Track breakChuckling as I sat that stack of folders down, I said to myself, “This can’t be how this happens.” It was a bit stunning to think that from all that community input, it came down to some guy in his kitchen writing up the summary. But I dug in, and by the time Sunday evening rolled around, the thoughts and goals were congealed into a narrative that made a case for the committee’s recommendations.

That report was the foundation for a more formal set of documents. And that was what generated a $75M referendum for additions and upgrades to the Batavia High School campus and some work in other schools as well.

The referendum passed. The transformation of the high school took a year to complete.

Now the local running community is beneficiaries of an indoor track on which we can Track runnertrain during the wintertime. But that is just an ancillary need to the entire governmental process that drove the community input, the referendum and the pursuant educational and experiential benefits of the high school campus. The facility is used by students from literally dozens of other communities in the region. Batavia stepped up to stand out as a community that believes in investment in the public good.

My son and daughter were both participants in the music and drama programs at Batavia High School. Unfortunately, they graduated before the new theater was built. That meant their performances were held in a room called the Cafetorium. The high-quality plays in which they participated were held on a low stage and the packed house often had to crane necks to see over other audience members. The same held true for the orchestra and band concerts, where acoustics fell short of the quality of music being played.
So it was time for the community to step up and provide better educational and growth experiences for its youth. Yes, the household tax bill went up a bit, but not by much. It would be nice if industrial development paid all the bills for the town, but that’s not fair to businesses either. Yet those businesses would not benefit from the water and utilities if the community did not provide them. All healthy communities depend upon collaborative investment. Without that bit of socialism to drive the process, there would be no cities. No counties. No states. No America.

I have friends and family that have home-schooled their Track timeschildren. Some do a great job. More often they’re frustrated or disappointed with what public schools (and even private) have to offer. All it takes is one bad teacher and some folks want to toss the whole system down the drain.

That means some people hate the notion of public education altogether. They’d rather send out school vouchers and let people pick and choose where they go to school. The idea to privatize public education is appealing to them. Perhaps they don’t like the idea that their kids will hear ideas that do not agree with their own ideology. Or perhaps there’s a hope that their tax dollars would not be required to support public education. I recently heard a comedian tell a quick joke that resonates on the issue of public financing. He said, “When someone starts a sentence with the phrase ‘my tax dollars’ in it, you know you’re listening to an asshole.”

But if you look at what public education has done in society by raising the general level of education, and providing opportunities for people of all backgrounds and income levels, it is perhaps the greatest expression of democracy and equality ever achieved. In fact, that’s why countries around the world have decided to make even college educations free. Instead, we force young people to take out lifelong mortgages to finance their educations, and place far more emphasis on the value of a successful football or basketball team than the reputation of a school or university. Sport is great, but it is ultimately limited in what it can give back to society.

And we should really study the subject of whether the very same segment of society that claims to hate paying taxes aligns with those most susceptible to the rah-rah world of college and pro sports. If so, it powerfully illustrates the fact that America’s priorities and its knowledge of what makes the country truly great is way out of whack.

I have a few proudly conservative friends on Facebook, and their main point of contention on just about every issue is taxes. They all claim to be self-made. Dragged themselves up by the bootstraps, they did. And no one helped them.  Don’t take any of their money or their guns. That’s liberty to them. That’s America.

Track RunnersWell, all of them went to public schools. And many went to public universities. Even private colleges depend on national infrastructure, government loan programs and other methods of sustenance to run their operations. No organization exists in a void.

That’s all that men like Barack Obama and now Bernie Sanders are saying. It’s not about turning America into a socialist country. It’s about using socialist methods in line with a capitalist financial system to create a better nation.

But the fiercely conservative viewpoint is that none of this public support has helped them at all. They made it all on their own, they say. So don’t take any of their money or their guns. That’s liberty to them. Liberty to be an asshole. And that’s America. And that’s why Donald Trump is leading the Republican election race. Assholes recognize their own kind.

But Trump has been bankrupted three or four times. He’s worked with cities like Chicago in order to build tall buildings and slap his name on them. Even the world’s leading asshole did not get to where he is without public help, forgiveness and collaboration. And still he seems ungrateful. Egotistical. An asshole.

Contrast that example with the people that spent twelve weeks meeting to exchange ideas on what our community needed and what it didn’t in the high school tax referendum. Anti-tax participants were as welcome in that group as were pro-referendum. All sides of the questions were heard. The idea of constructing a natatorium (swimming pool) was tossed out. The committee decided that might be better left to the park district.

Master's SwimAnd it was even discussed working collaborative with the park district. But that might have bloated the referendum and caused some genuine needs to blacked out. That’s both the problem and power of compromise, a principled manner of discourse that is sorely lacking in America.

So we culled the referendum to some needs and wants and it passed. The community had a chance to vote. It elected to fund additions and improvements to the schools. That’s a clear statement that the community not only believes in a better education but a better experience for students coming through the school system. That’s a socialist attitude if you want to call it that.

In truth we’re letting greedy, fearful assholes run things too often in America. We spend more on our military than the next seven countries combined. Yet they claim we’ve gutted our armed forces. What kind of asshole says something like that?

IMG_6438Yet we’ve allowed the nation’s infrastructure like roads and bridges fall into disrepair because a collection of strident assholes in Congress don’t want to fund bills to pay for basics like that. They took a pledge to some nutjob to never raise taxes, and that’s how they run our government. And our nation is getting run down as a result. It’s becoming one giant tarsnake.

And we’ve also allowed our healthcare system to get so out of balance there is no way to tell what the real costs of treatments should be. So we let insurance companies dictate that.

It’s a dangerous game we’re playing with our way of life. But I think the example of community investment displayed in our little town goes a long way toward explaining the virtues of public support, good government and collaboration. It was a little crazy that the efforts rested in my hands that one weekend, but it was a truly American feeling to give up that time for no compensation and do the right thing. That’s what it means to give fully to a cause.

And this morning as I ran around the indoor track on a day when it was 13 degrees outside, it made perfect sense to believe in the brand of socialism that drives the Republic in America. If we all give fully, the world is a better place. No exceptions.

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The renewed focus of We Run and Ride

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Recently while working out designs for a cycling kit shirt and tee shirts for this blog, I wrote down a list of things that mattered most while writing this column. The list flowed right out of me, and that’s usually a sign that the subconscious has been at work all along.

And it turned out there were seven principles, which is the sign of completeness in scripture and just about every other value system in the universe.

And here they are, with brief explanations for how they came about and why they matter.

BE ORIGINAL

The goal from the start with this blog has been to take an original approach to writing about running, riding and now swimming, which has been added along the way. This has given plenty of latitude to experiment and make links between these activities we do and the way they impact or symbolize other endeavors in life. Rather than producing a training journal or a coaching clinic, it has always been the goal to make people think through original takes on the three sports that also happen to coincide with triathlon. So it’s been an evolution or original thinking, and I believe in that.

SEEK JUSTICE

This second principle, to “seek justice” may not seem to have much connection to endurance sports. And yet, we participate in some of the most just sports of all. These teach lessons about equality and the human condition. It is no coincidence that endurance sports like running still represent the foundation of the Olympic Games, and that marathons and other large scale events celebrate the best aspects of the human condition. I see this principle at work every time we meet up for runs or rides. People discuss their most important values and their personal challenges. At the heart of all religions stands the core principle of justice. And there you have it.

SHOW RESPECT

This one is tricky, because I have often done satire of the things I find most annoying or stupid in this world. Satire does not respect the subject, but it does convey principles. It is respect for the principles behind the satire that are brought to the fore. That is how men like Jon Stewart show respect through comedy. But I am also more than willing to challenge people about their beliefs, because the ultimate sign of respect is to take their beliefs seriously enough to question their source. Then there is the respect I feel directly for people profiled and interviewed for this blog. Their stories are compelling examples of interest and perseverance, ingenuity and hope. In sum it is also important to respect as well your competitors, because that’s how you learn to respect yourself. That is a major challenge for everyone in life, and one the most important aspects of existence.

GIVE FULLY

This is essentially a not-for-profit blog. I write this because it is enjoyable, and it has produced writing jobs and opportunities as a result. Someday soon I may have a line of fun items for sale through WRAR, but it’s not a get-rich-quick scheme by any means. Much less a network marketing plan. Instead, my belief in life is that when you give fully in any way, something good will come back to you. It may be unexpected, or not what you might have hoped for. But it’s true. Something works in the universe when you are willing to give fully. That means giving yourself fully to your sport as well, as much as you can. And to give your time and support to others in real time. That is one of the most rewarding aspects of running, riding and swimming. The more you give it seems, the more you get back.

TRAIN HARD

It sounds simple but it never is. Training hard takes dedication, discipline and devotion to the task at hand. That is true in the long run and also in the precise moment you make decisions about when to push, and when to pull back. To “train hard” does not mean going all out, all the time. Instead, it means the three “D’s” above. Being focused on what you are trying to do. And when you’ve done your best, it is also important to keep your training in its place. When you’re training hard you are in the midst of achievement. Because not everyone can win races or win their age groups. But they can participate. And that’s the motivator that brings us all together.

COMPETE WELL

The fun of competition and the challenges it are good reasons why many of us choose to participate in organized events. From the neighborhood 5K to the New York Marathon, from sprinting to the County Line on your group ride to earning a spot at Kona, we all have different goals. But competing well is always the aim. That can mean many things. For some to compete well just means to finish. Certainly that’s 99% of the Ironman population. The great thing about competition is it teaches your mind and body to respond under duress. These aptitudes come in handy in the real world. All the world is a competition. There’s no avoiding it. Learning to positively engage is a good thing.

LOVE LIFE

This one seems cliche, as might all the others to some degree. But together they add up to a philosophy, a clarity that can help us learn to love life itself. I’ve been through some harrowing things and lost some people so close to me it feels like flesh being ripped away. So I treasure life as much as possible. Through it all, my running and riding have sustained my brain even on days when it was difficult just to pedal 30 miles in the wake of my buddies. Life can be harsh. But life can also be joyous and replete with peak experiences that draw us out of our social shells into a world of tolerance, openness and lack of fear. We can overcome many things if we love life. That includes grief, addiction, loss of faith, disillusionment, depression and dying itself. The time we have here is indeed precious. To love life is to value it. And I try to encourage people through this blog to do just that.

There you have them. Seven ideals upon which this blog is founded. I will be centering topics around these ideals going forward. As always, I love to hear from readers and what they think about the topics we cover here. You may not always agree, but my goal is always to make you think. Be original. Seek justice. Show respect. Give Fully. Train hard. Compete well. And love life.

Because these things help you run over the tarsnakes, those things in life that would otherwise trip you up. Some are things that tempt you. Others are things that get in your way, or slow you down. But if you remained focused, and abide by a set of principles that amount to a nuanced grip on the handlebars, you can roll right over them.

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Running the numbers on rape

Senator Rubio of Florida speaks at the Conservative Political Action Conference at National Harbor, Marylan

Senator Marco Rubio of Florida speaks at the Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) 

It is stunning to read the views some men have on the subject of rape. It’s a pertinent topic to those of us who run, ride and swim, because those activities can put people at risk of being physically assaulted.

Granted, most men don’t have to worry about rape. They can head out the door for a run at twilight without thinking about whether or not they might be sexually assaulted. Men are simply not the predominant targets for sexual assault.

But there are an estimated 1.2M cases of rape or attempted rape in the United States each year. And as many as 1 in 5 women respond that they have experienced rape or an attempted rape in their lifetime.

Those are some daunting numbers, and is too easy to write them off until someone you know is a victim of rape or attempted rape. Those experiences are not subjects that casually come up in conversation.

Big Talkers

That means we’re often left to allow bigots, blowhards and ignorant fools do the talking on the subject of rape. Big talkers like Republican presidential candidate Marco Rubio, who recently opined on the subject of rape, try to tell women what they should be forced to do if they become pregnant from sexual assault.

“It’s a terrible situation,” Rubio said. “I mean, a crisis pregnancy, especially as a result of something as horrifying as that, I’m not telling you it’s easy. I’m not here saying it’s an easy choice. It’s a horrifying thing that you’ve just described.”

“I get it,” he added. “I really do. And that’s why this issue is so difficult. But I believe a human being, an unborn child has a right to live, irrespective of the circumstances of which they were conceived. And I know that the majority of Americans don’t agree with me on that.”

Look at how Rubio defensively claims that he actually “gets it.” But then he flatly turns around to deny women the authentic right to control what happens to their own bodies. What he doesn’t get…is that he’s calling rape an essentially harmless action, meant to be dismissed as a “terrible situation” by women unlucky enough to experience such a criminal violation.

Taking rape seriously

Wisconsin BricksRemember those numbers quoted at the start of this article? They may not reflect the half of it when it comes to real reporting about rape. That’s because women feel threatened to come forward and report a rape if they feel their circumstances will not be taken seriously, or worse yet, to be judged as the instigator rather than the victim. We all know how that goes. “Well, it’s how she dresses. She was asking for it.”

And statements like those made by Marco Rubio? Would you report a rape if you felt like you would be forced by law to bear the child of the rapist? We begin to see how aggressively backwards and dangerous the attitudes of men like Marco Rubio really are.

Now consider the fact that women dressing for workouts sometimes wear as little as possible in order to run, ride or swim efficiently. Hot weather sometimes demands it. But even on a cool and sunny day, women should be able to wear what they want, where they want to wear it. No questions asked.

Without even knowing it, men like Marco Rubio justify the act of rape by contending that a child born from that act has more rights than the mother forced to carry on with the conception. From Rubio’s point of view, even the rights of the man who committed the criminal act of rape is given more credence than the right of a woman not to be violated against her will.

The war on women

This brand of thinking has to be stopped. This idea that a shot of a man’s sperm delivered through force should be sacrosanct is absurd.

Tolerance for rape of any kind, or its consequences for any woman or man, cannot be permitted. It is the most basic of human rights to be safe in our own bodies. Of all people, those who run and ride and swim need to know this, and defend it. Otherwise, it is war on the streets for women.

Scholarly studies on the issue of rape show that it is historically used as a war against women. In her treatise title “Rape, Women and War,” scholar Angela Robinson documents how rape has served as a tool of disenfranchisement in war and cultural conflicts. “The rape of women has been utilized as a tactic of terror in wars since the beginning of armed conflicts. It appears to go through three main stages: First, rape is a routine and expected reward to the victors. Secondly, rape occurs due to a lack of military discipline. Finally, rape occurs as a military technique to demoralize the opposition. Through these horrific actions, women experience the loss of home and the loss of land, which is synonymous with the loss of identity.”

So we see that when men like Marco Rubio express casual or pressing positions on rape it is indeed a war on women perpetrated by men. The war on women is therefore very real.

Premeditation

As we all know, intentions dictate much of the prosecution in law. Premeditated murder, for example, implies a calculated intent to kill rather than reaction to a situation. The results are the same, but the justice dispensed for that crime may differ.

So here is a harsh fact: the act of rape never happens by accident. It is always premeditated. And to suggest that a woman should have to carry through on a pregnancy perpetrated by a man who forces himself on her is a premeditated miscarriage of justice.

So we should not casually accept statements like those made by Marco Rubio. It is an open threat against women to do so. Rubio’s anachronistic worldview assertively treats women as possessions, as objects lacking liberty, freedom or justice for their bodies and their minds.

Don’t accept this brand of cruel ignorance. Don’t tolerate it. For if you do, the cause of rape is on you.

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Today’s blog is under the category of Seek Justice, one of seven principles advocated by We Run and Ride. 

Source for statistics on rape: https://newrepublic.com/article/119364/cdcs-report-one-five-women-raped-other-statistics-disagree

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Digging the indoor swim vibe

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Swimmers wait their turn or wrap and watch the next event at the St. Charles Natatorium. 

Sunday mornings are often the time when weekend athletes get to compete. That’s when the streets are most quiet and facilities like high school pools are open for use by people outside the school community.

 

This weekend, the vibe inside the natatorium (a fancy word for pool) at St. Charles (Il) High School was warm, humid and human. Swimmers appreciate at least a reasonably warm climate. Walking around in skin-thin layers of wet swimsuit is torture otherwise. Plus goose pimples from chill temperatures are no one’s favorite hobby. They represent stiffening muscles as well, and that’s not the best situation for swimmers.

Granted, open water swimmers deal with chill water all the time. That’s why wetsuits were invented. Conserving body heat is crucial when water temps dip below 70 degrees or so.

Yet it’s not good when the water is too warm either. This past summer my first sprint triathlon was conducted with water temps well above 80 degrees. Wetsuits were banned because they did not want poached human beings lying around the beach in gloriously gelatinous fashion.

So the sport of swimming has its extremes. That is why the confined atmosphere of a indoor swim meet is like a set of diamonds forged from coal. The blue pool. The clean lines of the lane buoys. Even the single white markers to indicate how far a swimmer can legally dolphin underwater…all are calculated to make a swim meet a concise and regulated experience.

Yet things can still go wrong. And as my companion dove into the water for her first event, the 500 meter freestyle, her goggles tumbled down her face and hung around her neck. She swam the next 15 yards with her eyes closed to keep her contacts from washing out, then bobbed up to put the goggles back on her face. It’s not like you can put your feet down and stand up in a pool 12 foot deep. So you improvise.

That put her a pool length behind the rest of the swimmers. Yet she was determined not to be lapped entirely. She kept pace and emerged with a resolute smile and a resigned chuckle about how things really can go wrong at times.

Master’s Swim at Marmion, 5:30 am

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The beauty of Masters swimming is the opportunity to push yourself without worrying about consequences. For all the warmth of an indoor meet, the vibe itself is chill. More than any other sport, swimming welcomes people of all shapes and sizes. The pool embraces all sizes.

Sure, there are plenty of fast swimmers who show up. One such was a young woman from Carthage College named Ashley. Her performance in the 100 IM featured a thrilling matchup with another evenly matched swimmer. The race came down to the final touch and Ashley came out of the pool with wide eyes. “I panicked,” she admitted. “I only did a one hand touch.”

In college swimming, that’s a travesty. But in a local master’s meet, it’s not such a big deal. Everything is run by volunteers. The St. Charles women’s swim team was hosts for the event. The girls stood up and rang cowbells to indicate final laps, and they did all the announcements. In true athletic fashion, most of the young women spared themselves extensive makeup on a Sunday morning, and brushed their hair just enough to wrap around a hoodie. This is called service to the sport. But the meet is also a fundraiser for the team.

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Swimmers live by the schedule and their seed times. 

The beauty of Master’s Swim is the obvious practice that has gone into many of the swimmer’s efforts. Some specialize in a specific stroke, be it butterfly, where the whole body torques through the water like an eel, or breast stroke, which is basically butterfly with the arms underwater.

 

One gets used to the imperfection of these strokes as multiple swimmers give it a go in their respective heats. But when the fastest swimmers hit the water it almost looks like fake news footage, or CGI.

People wait around on the sidelines in casual states of undress, towels wrapped around their waists to cover butt cheeks and other chakra. But in large part, no one really cares what shows. There are no real fashion rules since the garments are all functional. One woman explained the important difference between her practice suit and her competition gear. “My practice suit tends to ride to the side,” she chuckles. “And that’s not good.”

True, because swimming is all about eliminating distractions. It takes full attention to manage stroke rate and concentrate on body rotation…not to mention how much air you need to take in and how much C02 you need to blow out. It’s all bubbles and grimaces up and back, length to length.

IMG_0492And truly, swim competitions (like most races in any sport) are a shock to the system of anyone that has not been racing. Whether it’s an FTP test on the bike or a time trial on the track, jacking your heart rate up to race status for the first time is always a bit unnerving.

So there are nerves, for some. One 30s swimmer admitted that he’d long been a diver in college. But one of his teammates kept giving him crap about being “just a diver.” So he challenged the guy to a 100-meter race. “It was weird,” he admitted. “Because my teammates all wondered why this was giving me so much shit. They said, ‘He sucks!’ What’s up with that?”

“So we raced and I beat him by half a pool length,” he recalled. “And he got out of the pool, walked away and never came back. So my coach told me,” Well, you’re the one that caused him to leave the team. So you get to swim the 100-meter free from now on. And that’s who I got back into swimming.” But he was still nervous going into the day’s competition. “It’s been a long time since I swam hard,” he said, jogging his legs in place while sitting on the aluminum bench beside the pool. “I don’t even know if I remember how to dive at the start. There’s no diving at all the pools where I swim.”

That seems to be the story for so many swimmers. You come equipped the best you can, and learn from every new experience.

IMG_0491That doesn’t stop Chris Colburn, the enthusiastic coach of the Bullet’s Masters Swim Team from cheering his protege’s on with urgent calls and gesticulations. He works the pool deck waving and counting time so that his swimmers will not grow complacent. Colburn simply loves success of any type, and his swimmers accept that they need some pushing at times.

His companion Nikki Marasco took up swimming in the past year and rolled her way to a second place in her heat of the breaststroke. The mother of seven children, Marasco finds the IMG_0498early morning hours at Master’s Swim practices to be great prep for a day of being a parent to the curious, active minds all around her. Her children played and amused themselves making cheer signs for mom as the meet morning wore on. Good kids. Great mom.

Across the pool, another pair of kids holds up a set of signs made with Sharpies and glitter. They hold them aloft and wave them as mom or dad swims. “Master’s meets are like an inverse world,” my companion Sue observes. “I’ve been to meets where the pools are full of adults and the stands are full of kids. It’s like the world turned inside out.”

As the meet proceeds, swimmers check off their events one-by-one. Some beat their seed times and others shrug and say, “It’s been a while.”

A young man shows up in the stands chuckling to his buddies that the competition suit he’s wearing is more than a little tight. “It hurts, man,” he admits, reaching down to adjust the bits of chakra flesh where his crotch resides. “This could be interesting.”

LidaBullets swimmer Lida Bond Keuhn emerges from the competition with several age group blue ribbons. This past summer she completed her first Ironman. She got a tiny Ironman tattoo on her ankle in testimony to her achievement. Now her daughter Stephanie plans to follow in her mother’s shoes. Even father John Keuhn was a top-flight athlete in college, playing basketball at North Park in a program that won a national championship. Their son Scott just finished a career as a top receiver for the highly successful Illinois State football team. One of his former teammates now plays for the Kansas City Chiefs.

So one can see genetics at work as Lida Keuhn powers her way through the water. A long distance swimmer by trade, she doesn’t mind the challenge of compressing those skills into shorter events. But it does bring a chuckle. She turns to my companion Sue, how also completed her first full Ironman last summer, and says, “How exactly did Ironman prepare us for this?”

And of course, the answer is; “Not much.” But that’s the nature of everyone inside the natatorium it seems. Stand on the blocks and give it a go. A little more chlorine for the ages. That’s the indoor swim vibe. And you gotta love it.

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Pins and picks

Pins and PicksCleaning off the top of my dresser is always an exercise in personal topography. The year tends to pile up in patches if you don’t get around to shoveling change into the jar and sorting through the many things that are so easy to toss on the dresser.

And this morning while cleaning up, two things stood in juxtaposition. A race number with pins and a set of guitar picks.

The pins and the race number are indicators of that very public commitment you make to participate in an event. You prepare for such things with training, fully knowing your performance will be out there for everyone to see.

The guitar picks, by contrast, are these days a somewhat more private matter. I play songs between writing projects, and try to perfect them to the point that they feel good to play. Some chords can be tough to do in progression. So I practice, and it seldom makes perfect. But it’s a great stress reliever to play music. And it’s fun.

I once shared in the leadership of a church Praise band. For the first few years, my job was rhythm guitar. That means you play the chords, keep the beat and help the band stay on track. For six or eight years I played on Sundays, and even wrote a song, performed it live and that was pretty well received.

For years, I played under the leadership of a talented couple. One played piano and sang. The other had an amazing voice and led the singers. We turned rock standards into church music and played that litany of Praise songs that all contemporary services play. Some of it really sucks. The key changes are maudlin. The lyrics repetitive. But they become standards anyway. Who knows why?

But when our lead couple left the church for other opportunities, I was left with other musicians to lead the thing and we made do. In fact, we made some decent music together. Some weeks I even served as the leader.

My training in the music field technically ended in the 7th grade. But for many years, I sang in the church choir. Not extremely well, grant you. My voice in most circumstances is just passable. On occasion, it actually sounds nice.

Then one day after leading the Praise service someone told me that I should sing more. But I know my limits, and which songs I can handle. Others take my voice to places it does not want to go. That’s a bad scene. Like barfing in the transition area at a triathlon.

It’s always a similar endeavor with endurance sports, is it not? It takes personal courage to give singing in public a try, and it takes guts to go out there and swim, run or ride until you can’t anymore. Sometimes you’re in tune for the day. Sometimes you are not. When you get out there and sense that you are “off key” somehow, you have to make the best of it whether you like it or not.

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The last time I performed in public on guitar, a horrible thing happened. I’d gotten there early to prepare because I was going to do a painting live during the service along with playing in the Praise Band. There were people running around fixing up the tarps so I would not get paint on the floor, and that was my focus too.

And regretfully, I went out to tune my guitar alone. There was just one problem. The tuner was not set to the 440 mhz it needed to be on key. It was set higher. When I came back to play, it was too late to change it.

When the music started I immediately heard my guitar was out of whack. But there was nothing I could do. I felt a rush of angst and embarrassment, and disappointment that my rhythm guitar would be absent on a piece that needed it.

It wasn’t the first time things like that have happened. And it won’t be the last. Whether it’s forgetting your cycling shoes or helmet, or having no battery in your acoustic guitar for the amp, things happen that are “in your control” and yet “out of your control.” Those are the tarsnakes of this life. But they should not stop us from trying.

Thus the picks and the pins both are a reminder to be prepared the best you can. And to clean off your dresser now and then.

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