Eight days a week, and eight weeks a year

Really intense periods of training can make you feel as if time does not exist, or exists in duplicate.

Recently my companion Sue was involved in Ironman training and there were about eight weeks in her training schedule that very nearly wore her out. She was quite literally training eight days a week because the extra workouts needed to build endurance added up to an entire extra day spent on the road or in the water.

When you’re shooting for an important goal, that’s what it takes. Thinking about the amount of work necessary to improve and succeed made me take out one of my running journals to look through the double workouts we did during college cross country.

IMG_3694Looking through this journal from October, 1978 has always been interesting to me. Sometimes it feels like it was written by an entirely different person from the one I am today. But in other ways, it does not feel like I changed at all. My interests and concerns have not shifted. There are still birding notes among the workouts recorded on those pages. There are comments about the woman I was dating at the time, and how I felt in her presence and her absence.

In particular, there were concerns about how tired I felt, and trying to balance rest with other obligations. At one point, all that pressure added up. And as noted in the journal, I was not willing to compromise or suffer distraction on the goal of a good competitive season for which I’d worked four full years. This was, I knew, the one time in life that all should be given to attaining that goal.

IMG_3695We went on to finish second in the nation that fall.

The point here is that none of this takes place in a void. We can try to isolate our efforts and reduce our obligations while training hard, but life and love and challenges still intervene.

Perhaps you keep a record of your efforts somehow. It’s a fascinating thing to look back a week, a month or many years to consider how you did what you set out to do.

Often these efforts come down to a critical eight week period when your training either goes well, or it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter what event you’re trying to do, it still comes down to eight weeks. That’s when you either nail it in training or you don’t. Then you taper for a week or two and have a go at whatever you’re trying to achieve.

It can give you confidence to know that you’ve done the training. And in the greater scope of life, knowing that you did those eight weeks right can make you believe in yourself in other ways. Eight days a week. Eight weeks a year. It all comes down to the eights.

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Confusing times and tarsnakes afoot

IMG_2250Last Friday afternoon, eager to get in a good workout, I headed out the Great Western Trail in St. Charles. The trail is a former railroad bed that was one of the first lines in Illinois to be converted to a running and cycling path.

The trail is popular for many reasons. It starts at the former entrance to Leroy Oakes Forest Preserve where many high school cross country meets are held in fall. During the summer months, large groups of runners and cyclists gather to go on training runs in preparation for summer and fall races. Serious cyclists don’t really ride the trail for very far. Instead, they head northwest or west on the open roads of Kane County. That’s where road cyclists belong. On the road. Not on the trail. But try to tell that to motorists who can’t stand our confusing presence. They refuse in some ways to ever get that.

Serious runners do use the trail. Way back in the early 80s it was the hub of many runs with training partners whose times for 10K were in the low 30s. We’d hammer five miles out of town and come racing back.

The great thing about the trail in summer was the shade. Long stretches were shrouded by trees. Years ago I recall the trains barreling through these same trees on the way out of Chicago to points west.

So the effect still remained. The long tunnel of trees from St. Charles out to Wasco filtered light and kept you cool on otherwise hot days.

The miles are marked by small green markers fixed to bridges or posts. We must assume they are reasonable accurate. It’s not that hard to measure out a mile and put a marker in place. Still, there are days when you sweat those mile markers are a little long. The older I get the more that seems to be the case. A speed that feels fast now used to be my warmup pace.

IMG_2251So last Friday I ran the first mile at 9:00 pace and popped up on the trail near the first bridge over Peck Road. Right behind me there appeared another runner dressed in a strange combination of running and soccer clothes. Looking ahead, I saw a guy dressed in orange ahead on the trail. I decided to try to catch the Orange Guy and leave Soccer Guy behind.

Dialing it up to a quicker pace, I passed the mile marker and tuned into the tempo. The miles clicked away fairly smooth at this pace. But I wasn’t catching Orange Guy. He was moving slightly faster than me ahead on the trail. It bugged me that he was pulling away ever so slightly.

Soccer guy fell back, but not completely. At the turnaround point I waved as Orange Guy passed me on the way back toward town. Then I turned around and waved to Soccer Guy. It was a linear dance of pace. None of us was catching or really losing the other.

In some ways this was confusing to me. For most of my running career there were very few people I could not catch on the trail. Training in Chicago’s Lincoln Park in my early 20s, I took pride in mowing down one runner after another. Once in a great while there would be another quality runner on the trail that I could not catch, or who tried to catch me. Sometimes we’d run together, taking measure of each other and talking about our respective times for 5K, 10K, 10M, Half Marathon and beyond.

Headed back on the trail toward town, I kept the pace in the low 7:00 range. It felt faster though, but the watch and the Strava don’t lie.

Finishing in 46:27, I tried to calculate what the overall finish might have been without the 9:00 first mile. Taking off 2:00 left me with a 44:27. That’s about the pace I ran for the first six miles of my best 10K last fall.

Perhaps I’ll run a bit faster in real racing mode. I wasn’t exhausted at the end of the training run. And thinking ahead, that pace felt good and manageable for a possible half marathon in November.

We’ll see. These are confusing times for a guy who once used to run these times in practice, and faster. It makes you wonder if it’s truly possible to run much faster even with tons more training.

Life rolls on either way. If it comes through the fun I’m having in training, then so be it. If not, that’s fine too. I’m motivated because the act of running still feels good and does good things for my head. It’s one of the tarsnakes of aging that you cannot improve your times forever. Sometimes you’re getting better just through the act of staying the same. Go figure.

Confusing times or not, the effort is still worth it.

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Unbroken and Whiplashed

Louis_Zamperini_1aLast night I did the movie thing. Watched the Angelina Jolie feature Unbroken about Louis Zamperini, the World War II bombardier and Olympic distance runner who survived captivity in a Japanese prisoner of war camp.

Then I watched the tail end of the movie Whiplash, which is the story of a drummer under the tutelage of a demanding, uncompromising professor.

Both stories are about perseverance. One is about surviving brutal treatment at the hands of someone who considers you the enemy. The other is about a teacher who believes that you can only become better if you are not coddled or told “good job.”

Seen back to back, the movies certainly make you think about the importance of character. The fact that Zamperini was a distance runner before he became a soldier, survivor of 40+ days at sea and a prisoner of war, makes the statement that knowing your body and mind can certainly help in facing life’s difficulties.

Yet there were hundreds of other survivors of those war camps, and not all of those people were athletes at all.

Which means there was something else at work. The movie Unbroken strongly suggests and conveys that something else is personal faith.

Faith in God is one thing. Having faith in yourself is another. That’s the message of Whiplash. The young drummer puts himself through merciless practice sessions where his fingers bleed and his entire body is coated in sweat. Still he cannot please his merciless instructor, who vets and cajoles and tortures the kid into submission.

The professor’s goal is to bring out the best in his musicians no matter what. Without that pressure, he contends, there is no way the work and talent can pay off. Mediocrity is not something to celebrate, he contends.

The difference between survival as a prisoner of war and surpassing mediocrity as a top flight musician is a fascinating difference to consider. Perhaps only by coming close to being killed, or by killing ourselves with effort, do we ever now what spirit lies within.

The abiding message is to never give up. Despite what Nike tells you, don’t Just Do It. When it comes to giving up, Just Don’t.

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Is it better to stand your ground, charge the shooter or run away?

IMG_3546The strange campaign of Republican Presidential candidate Ben Carson continues to entertain but seldom inspires much more than a scratch on the head at his oversimplification of every issue he encounters. As quoted in a recent New York Times story, he spoke about the most recent mass shooting in Oregon.

“I would not just stand there and let him shoot me,” Mr. Carson, who has been surging in recent polls, said on Fox News. “I would say: ‘Hey, guys, everybody attack him! He may shoot me, but he can’t get us all.’ ”

That assumes, of course, that everyone in a room of panicked people will stop long enough to listen to the calm voice of Dr. Carson. It also assumes the shooter will specifically target Mr. Carson, as requested, and not have time to mow them all down with an AK-47 or other military-grade weapon.

One wonders whether most of us would not follow the example of those frightened knights in the Monty Python movie the Holy Grail and shout, “Run away! Run away!”

Choosing heroics

Granted, the narrative chosen by Mr. Carson seems more heroic. It is simply not considered courageous to turn around and run like hell when confronted by violence.

And I can actually speak from experience about it’s like to be chased by a knife-wielding maniac. Way back in 1976 while running through the City of Geneva,  an overgrown punk that did not like me running through downtown chased me for a block yelling insults. Then he climbed into his car, pulled up on the street ahead and got out to throw a very large knife at me, which I dodged. To this day, I’m glad he did not have a handgun. I might well be dead. Running away was a good strategy in either case.

Mass shootings

I’m not sure what I’d do in a circumstance where other people’s lives are in danger as well. I do know that I’m still faster than perhaps 99% of the population, so I’d have an advantage over others by running away. But I can’t imagine the idea of leaving people to die in a room behind me, either. So I’d like to think that I might behave as Mr. Carson suggests. Run right at the shooter and try to take them down. I’d have an advantage there too.

I’ve actually imagined what I’d do in such emergency situations. While I value my life, I also recognize there are higher purposes than saving your own skin. So I get Dr. Carson’s sentiments. But I do think he’s making a cloyingly political argument by suggesting that most of us would have the presence of mind to charge a shooter when faced with a hail of bullets. If that’s the logic for supporting gun rights, his argument is really weird, don’t you think? His point seems to be that we should never infringe on the rights of the heavily armed shooter before he goes out to kill. Instead, it’s our obligation to accept that such shootings are bound to occur. They are a naturally-occuring expression of a democratic society. It’s not our obligation to prevent mass shootings, Dr. Carson argues, but it’s our obligation to stop them once they begin taking place.

Armed and dangerous 

As for arming myself and standing ground against another shooter, that’s a fantasy that I’ve addressed in this blog on other occasions. I’ve wanted to shoot out the tires of some aggressive drivers that have driven me off the road. Others have gotten out of their vehicles to accost me on the street for the simple act of riding my bike. So yes, the idea of having a gun on my person has seemed inviting at times.

So I get that people who find themselves in threatening situations want to own guns and protect themselves. I really do. Not everyone has the ability to run away, or run at a shooter, especially in America, where the overall obesity rate makes it pretty tough for many people to run ten feet, much less escape from a hail of bullets or rush them like a running back aiming for a hole in the defensive line.

Given America’s love with football, that’s an interesting analogy. Because while 30,000+ people are dying annually from murders or suicides due to guns, millions more are dying from the effects of heart disease, diabetes and other illnesses caused by obesity. It actually seems the worst thing you could possibly be in terms of life expectancy is an overweight gun owner.

But I agree that people should never have to run away from your own home either. So the right to keep and bear arms makes total sense in that context. What we ultimately need to seek is the balance between the right to bear arms and the right to slaughter people at will. Because we don’t have any good solutions right now, but we’ll get to that.

Military thinking

Our society is becoming militarized as a direct result of liberal gun laws. You heard that right. Our gun laws are in fact “too liberal.” Because conservative gun laws (by definition) would first assure that said gun laws “do no harm.” That is clearly not the case right now. There are almost as many guns in America as there are people.

Not all of us want to live in a militarized society. Likewise, there is the long-standing problem that our military personnel feel disgusted by the lax attitude of a society with little apparent respect for tradition or sacrifice. We’re a culture that increasingly acts like it is a wing of the military without expressing any of the discipline or rules it takes to survive or manage that approach to living. We don’t seem to want to respect ourselves, or respect others.

No soldier boy 

It so happened… that my slice of the American generation fell into a gap where draft registration was not required. As a result, I never received weapons training as part of military service. Neither did I get yelled at in boot camp, or broken down and built back up to automatically respect authority. As a result, perhaps I retained a habit of questioning authority, demanding explanations and reasons for the actions of others. This is especially true when confronted by “rules” imposed by force of will, much less bullying, hazing and collective agreement on social policy without sound basis in reason, not ideology.

And yet, my participation in the sport of distance running delivered experiences in physical, psychological and emotional discipline. We trained like soldiers in boot camp, running hard through the early dawn hours and sweating through August heat in preparation for the season. Then when competition began, we learned the virtues of personal sacrifice for the betterment of the team.

Take one for the team

IMG_3541So I appreciate there are traces of that mentality in Dr. Carson’s call to “take one for the team.” And yes, there have been recent instances in the news where people did not just run away from attackers. Those three fellows on the train in France, for example, may have prevented some genuine terrorism.

Again, military and police training does come in handy in those situations. Those guys were also in their mid-20s, appeared to be in good physical condition, and took a chance and succeeded.

Not all potential heroes are so strong, or so lucky. Significantly, none of the three men that took down the shooter was armed. They did not whip out their own guns and shoot the guy on the spot. They did what Dr. Ben Carson suggested and charged the shooter. One got a severed thumb and injured arm and neck out of the deal. Being a hero takes some doing.

Carrying a piece versus peace

But I’m still not sold on the idea that everyone carrying weapons around in public is a good idea. Wherever that happens, there tends to be mayhem. The streets and neighborhoods of major cities across the country are murderous danger zones because guns are still far too easy to get by people who refuse to respect the rights of others. In fact they specifically get their hands on guns to demand respect that they might not really deserve. That’s a deadly combination.

Arguments that it is people that kill people and not guns that kill people are absurd. There is no such thing as a drive-by knifing, for example, or a mass knifing at a public school or movie theater. Those things just don’t happen. A mass of people can indeed run away from a knife-wielding murder. But when a murderer armed with automatic or semi-automatic weapons opens fire, there is no such thing as running away.

I’m happily part of the 1% in terms of total foot speed in America, but I cannot outrun a bullet no matter how hard I try. That’s never going to be my idea of “taking one for the team.”

American and friendly fire

It comes down to this: there is a logic to the constitutional call for a well-regulated militia that we seem to be ignoring in the public space. Even military personnel keep their guns locked up when not in use, and that’s on their own bases. If even the military recognizes that carrying weapons around all the time is not a good an idea, why does the rest of America not get that? It’s because men like Dr. Carson invoke the fantasy that heroic gun-toting and charging a gunman in the face of murderous intent is both a practical necessity and a badge of honor.

No, Dr. Carson. It’s insane to suggest such a thing. It’s also unconstitutional.

See, the military abides by the Constitutional demand for a “well-regulated militia.” Soldiers often don’t carry guns until they need them in their line of duty.

And still they sometimes shoot their own comrades. Ironically, that is called dying in “friendly fire.” So even the military can’t speak honestly about the ill caused by guns. They are forced to use a euphemism to disguise the fact that people die from gunfire by mistake. Somehow being shot and killed by your own army does not seem friendly in any significant way.

And when we apply this “friendly-fire” standard to America as a whole, we find out that more Americans have died from gun violence here on our own soil than all the soldiers that have died in foreign wars. America is literally a nation killing its citizens on a daily basis through friendly fire. Our unenforceable guns laws are responsible for those statistics. But we’ll get to the solution to that problem in a minute.

Militarizing ourselves

IMG_3522Even the military standard of regulating and using weapons only when necessary is not good enough for the 50 states that have passed Concealed Carry laws. These plainly flaunt the notion of a “well-regulated militia.” There is no central commander to issue orders to carry or not carry. It is left to the vigilante discretion of any American gun owner to decide whether every new day is going to be a battle on the streets or not. As a result, all it takes is a pissed-off citizen with enough guns and ammunition to turn an elementary school or a movie theater or a college campus into a war zone. That’s how easy it is.

These are quite specifically acts of domestic terrorism, yet we treat them like mere aberrations in human behavior (often invoking “mental illness as an excuse) rather than identifying them as a byproduct of a society that refuses to accept the dangers of its own militaristic liberalities. The loopholes in our gun laws that allow easy access to powerful weapons should be closed for the public, just as it is closed for the military. If we’re going to be consistent with our regulation of firearms, let’s consider military standards as the baseline. Here is what I’d propose:

To keep citizen management of gun access at the forefront, and the right to bear arms intact, we should set up civilian-managed armories where people regular check in with their guns. That way public safety is localized or privatized, and can be monitored close to home. We need to place accountability for the right to bear arms on the very people who demand it most. 

Our police will thank us for it. Their lives are in daily jeopardy because the right to bear arms is unregulated and prolifically abused. As a result, they have been forced to militarize their personnel because they are literally going into war every day of their lives. By charter, our police are charged with standing their ground.

As for the general public, if you are trained in the arts of war and military response to attacks, it makes total sense to charge a shooter. You might know a few things about how to avoid the aim and range of a shooter, and also how to effectively disarm them. You might also better understand the nature of the weapons you are encountering.

But the rest of us are not so-equipped. We should not be required to do so unless through prescribed military service every American must serve in the military in some way. That’s a completely different issue.

Hold the NRA to account

According to its public statements, the NRA seems to want everyone to become citizens soldiers as a baseline for American citizenship. But just like the separation of church and guaranteed by freedom from religion as well as freedom of religion, there is no Constitutional statute that demands we should all become gun owners. That is truly unconstitutional.

IMG_1299But given the citizen soldier goals of the NRA, we should at least examine their motives, because this is an organization in close alliance with the gun-manufacturing and ammunitions industry. When it comes to the public good and gun laws, that should be considered in context with a genuine conflict of interest.

In its calculated attempts to push through gun laws such as Concealed Carry, the NRA has helped force a citizen soldier dynamic on all fifty states in the Union. It has done so by linking it’s selective interpretation of the Second Amendment to the business interests of the gun manufacturing industry, and tied this all to a brand of aggressive patriotism that flatly ignores the rights of people who don’t want to own guns. Many millions of people want to live in peace without guns. Their rights are impinged by suggestion that owning and carrying a firearm is a necessary act of public safety. 

But according to some gun proponents, that why the mass shootings continue. Every time a shooter goes on a mass murder spree, gun proponents suggest that the only way to stop them is to arm everyone to the teeth. That brings us to the point where we are faced with three options out there in the world. 

1. Stand your ground and fire back.

This is the violent fantasy that an armed citizenry is an ideal solution to gun violence. This would be a grand experiment in sociology and practice of vigilante law.

2: Charge the shooter if you don’t have a weapon.

The second option is the notion that on a consistent basis we can expect citizens to confront armed shooters with their bare hands.

3. Run away. 

This option reflects the practical truth that when faced with a gunman engaged in mass shooting, the first instinct most people will have is to run away.

Yet here’s an interesting fact. All three of these options are imposed on the citizenry by the mere fact of the massive proliferation of guns in America.

“According to the Geneva-based Small Arms Survey – the leading source of international public information about firearms – the U.S. has the best-armed civilian population in the world, with an estimated 270 million total guns.” (The Blaze.com). 

Conservative arguments suggest that the mere existence of millions of regulated and unregulated weapons can’t have any effect on the populace–– if people don’t use them.

But that denies the fact that people spend considerable money on those weapons and the ammunition that fills them. Yes, an unloaded gun is not the cause of any shooting. But a loaded gun requires human action and obvious intent to fire that weapon. That is the missing component in the argument that guns by definition are benign. Guns are by themselves harmless. But ammunition loaded into a gun expresses intent to harm, kill, commit suicide or threaten all those within range of a loaded weapon. 

Guns don’t kill people. Bullets do. 

Yes, the laws we have in place are considerable, and firearms training teaches people responsible use of their weapons. All good. A law-abiding citizen is no threat to society. No one has to run away from a gun owner who keeps his or her weapon safely secured in its holster and concealed while out in public.

But people like Dr. Carson insist that everyone should become a citizen soldier, even kindergarten teachers.

The New York Times had this to say about Dr. Carson’s contentions along these lines: “Offering a prescription that echoed the National Rifle Association’s view that arming “good guys” is the answer, Mr. Carson also suggested to USA Today that kindergarten instructors should have weapons training. “If the teacher was trained in the use of that weapon and had access to it, I would be much more comfortable if they had one than if they didn’t,” Mr. Carson said.

Footprint TwoSo you see, the options we’re given amount to being herded into a pen where personal liberty and the right to safety is defined by how willing we are to defend ourselves. This is not freedom. This is slavery to the notion that guns are the solution to all social problems.  There’s no safety in that at all. There’s no democracy either. But rather than close with this depressing bit of truth, let’s focus for a moment on what Mark Twain had to say about the danger of weapons.

Don’t meddle with old unloaded firearms. They are the most deadly and unerring things that have ever been created by man. You don’t have to take any pains at all with them; you don’t have to have a rest, you don’t have to have any sights on the gun, you don’t have to take aim, even. No, you just pick out a relative and bang away, and you are sure to get him. A youth who can’t hit a cathedral at thirty yards with a Gatling gun in three-quarters of an hour, can take up an old empty musket and bag his mother every time at a hundred. Think what Waterloo would have been if one of the armies had been boys armed with old rusty muskets supposed not to be loaded, and the other army had been composed of their female relations. The very thought of it makes me shudder.
– Advice to Youth speech, 4/15/1882

In other words, guns are not by themselves evil. But they are an expression of the hapless nature of human beings who, when armed with anything, are likely to miss what they shoot at and hit everything and anything they don’t want to hit. How convenient, because mass shootings are often conducted uncritically. The more they kill, the better the shooter feels about him or herself. This is their chosen date with destiny, and guns enable their violent fantasies to become reality.

In my direction

I’ve had my share of encounters with angry, misinformed and aggressive people in life. I have actually had guns pointed at me on several occasions. While walking on public property, landowners and hunters have pointed their guns in my direction from positions on private property and issued threats of harm. Still, I never begrudged them the right to protect their property or hunt legally. But they seemed to find my presence on public property an affront to their very existence. This was always disturbing.

It also illustrates the confrontation between private rights and public spaces, and shows why I do not take threats to my existence from guns lightly. Until you’ve actually seen someone point a gun at you and hear them issuing words of threat or anger, you cannot know the strange fear and recognition of your mortality that brings about.

Frankly, I see it almost every day while out riding and running. People are dangerously engaged or disengaged while driving their cars and trucks, messing with their cell phones and wrangling with screaming kids. Cars are weapons just as sure as guns or knives. When a pickup truck with a gun rack tries to run me off the road, I’m two full counts down on the safety docket. These are cultural dynamics that need to be explored. Why are some people so disenchanted with society they feel threatened by the mere existence of others? It’s not just a black problem, as some dog-whistle racist rants against gun control try to suggest. There are plenty of angry, disillusioned people of all colors and races with weapons more powerful than their self-control out there.

Lynyrd Skynrd wrote some keen lyrics about that dynamic:

I was there to buy a pistol. She was there to hock her ring.
The broker in that pawnshop deals in almost anything.
He’ll pay you for your misery
or he’ll sell you someone’s pain,
And that twinkle in his greedy eyes says your loss will be his gain.

A safer dynamic
IMG_0913I just happen to think we need a little more consideration of the gun dynamic we’ve created in America. I think my idea of citizen-managed armories is a good idea. It keeps the authority away from the hands of the government of which so many militiamen seem suspicious, and places it in the hands of local people with a vested interest in the safe management of guns and ammunition in their part of America.

I have not heard anyone else with a better idea that bridges the gap between private rights and public authority. So I’m proposing that structure as a solution rather than endless arguments. It would abide by the original tradition of a ‘well-regulated militia’ where Americans were issued arms for protection of the state or national interest. These would remain in local control with technology to allow communication between these hubs.

Perhaps I’ll run this idea past a politician or two. It’s better than sitting back and getting shot at, or vacuous nutballs like Dr. Ben Carson from promulgating phony tests of courage as the litmus test for national character.

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Caregiving is not a race, but it is a form of training

IMG_1343At seven in the morning on a July morning in the year 2002, the phone rang as I lay on our big couch in the living room. Our family had just returned from a trip to Glacier National Park and I was stretched out on the couch to loosen my legs after the long drive back from South Dakota the day before.

There are times when the phone rings that it sounds different. This was one of those times. Within seconds of picking up the call that prophetic feeling became evident. “Your father had a massive stroke,” my mother told me.

When I hung up the phone after consulting with my mother on next steps, I turned to my wife and said, “Well, my life just changed.” Somehow I knew that it would be my role to care for my mother and father. Some of it was simple logistics. My parents lived just five miles away. My brothers did not live so close.

From there the story unfolded in waves. I made the flight to Syracuse a few weeks later to bring my father back home. That first sight of him was a shock. He was highly compromised by the stroke.

The trip home was not easy. Managing all the details of transporting a stroke victim in a wheelchair from ambulance to plane to another ambulance was like flipping one anxiety after another.

The trip left me hollowed out and exhausted. To make matters worse, the Security people at the Syracuse airport had pulled my nearly 80-year-old mother aside to be “wanded” in a random test. She burst into tears and I’ll never forget the sight of those two security guards escorting my 5’3″, white-haired mother behind a curtain. So unnecessary. So stupid. And that was even before 9/11 happened…

Over the next few years, I would have to tend her in many ways. Then in 2005 she died of complications from treatment of lymphoma and an underlying pancreatic cancer. I was there by her side when she died.

IMG_1352My father grieved her loss and then went about the business of his “new” life. He had lost his ability to speak and also lost use of his right side.

We hired series of live-in caregivers that spent 24 hours a day at his home tending to his daily needs. During the early phases of his recovery from stroke, he had migrated through a set of healthcare facilities. Our goal once his health was stabilized was to bring him home. That has worked for the last ten years since my mother died in 2005.

The same year mother died my wife had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It was a bit tough, I will admit, to be caregiving director for a dying mother, a father recovering from a stroke and a spouse with cancer. But we made it work through thick and thin. The thick was working through my father’s more-than-occasional fits of anger and frustration at not being able to talk at all, or walk very well. The thin was not always knowing if I was doing a good job or making the right decisions.

You learn to change your perceptions through time and tests of patience, and will. Sometimes it is best to simply walk away from a particularly tense moment. The patient can lose patience, and so can you. Whenever that happened, I went for a long run or a long ride to get my wits back. Then I went back to leading the family in my father’s care and my wife’s long journey through cancer.

There is tough love needed at times when caring for your loved one gets difficult. It is often a test of personal character to measure your energies and dispense them against the challenges of time, demands and expectations (for better or worse) that come with the job. All those things that happen along the way in caregiving––the late night calls, medical tests that don’t deliver answers you’d like to hear, or accidents, falls or failures in hope that can wear down the spirit.

IMG_1882Yet the goal was always clear to me, and our family. Give my father the best quality of life we could manage to give, and that he could logically afford.

At times when I’d see him in his wheelchair hunched over or asleep in front of the television, a pang of guilt would shoot through me. There was always the feeling that I should be spending more time in his presence. How long would he live, after all? Well, he has lived 13 years after his original stroke. He’s almost 90 years old. that question has in many ways been answered. I can tell you that the ultimate rewards of having given yourself to a cause are an affirmation much like winning a race that was never a race to begin with. Caregiving is, in fact, the direct opposite of a race.

It is a victory of sorts to have persevered even when the net result, if someone dies or grows ill again, does not appear to be a victory. We all pass from this life sooner or later. To have given yourself to the life of another is the highest compliment you can pay to this life.

That is why it is interesting to see so many athletes using their sports to raise money for the benefit of others. Any chance to do good when you are not directly giving care to another is a good instinct. God Bless all of you who race on behalf of the health and well-being of others. You’re training for a good cause: caring enough to give. That’s the best kind of training of all.

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My slice of the pie

Amanda Marek, Suzanne Astra, Lida Bond-Keuhn, Pumpkin Pie Head Cudworth and Todd Walters post-ride.

Amanda Marek, Suzanne Astra, Lida Bond-Keuhn, Pumpkin Pie Head Cudworth and Todd Walters post-ride.

At the start of the Ottawa Pumpkin Pie ride we gathered outside the YMCA for a last minute discussion about distance. We had choices of 20, 26, 66 and 100+. “We’ll go to 40 and see how we feel,” it was agreed.

The skies were grey and the wind was low and insistent. As we stood there I felt that strange little bit of headache you get when there’s a trace of flu or cold still in your system. I had a craving for a cold Coke, or something. Despite some nice oatmeal and a rich banana on the ride down, there was a strange hunger in the pit of my stomach.

Emphasis on the word pit. For that would be the theme for the day. I know, pumpkins don’t have pits, they have seeds. But from the get-go my stomach felt as if all that stuff from the insides of a pumpkin was roiling around down there. Not a fun feeling. And you probably know the feeling too, like there’s a combination of goo that might or might not come up, our out.

But you know, sometimes you gotta suck it up and just go. So we did. And I did. And for 23 miles we sliced through the wind and enjoyed some tailwinds for about 12 miles to arrive at the first aid station.

There was food, including a Sloppy Joe sandwich, some grapes, cookies and a bit of blue Powerade. Yet we all got chilled standing around, and when the ride started again it was hard to warm the body up.

As the pace picked back up to 19mph my legs still felt okay. That part of it was not a strain. But like I told Sue back at the aid station when she asked how I was doing, “My stomach is giving me fits.”

It had been that way all week. Every run this week was an awkward balance between feeling okay and feeling less than okay. Nothing better. It had started with a zinc battle against a tingling ‘cold coming on’ feeling in my nose on Monday night, and lasted all week. Nothing came of it except this half-tired all the time feeling. It was as if whatever bug did not set in also refused to go away. So I slept a little extra, or tried.

By Friday I skipped a run to try to recharge my battery. By Saturday’s 30-minute run with Sue I thought it was getting better.

But not really.

So the bike trip across the flat landscape got a little more difficult as we rolled along. Every increase in pace against the wind set my stomach churning. The legs were okay for the a while, but the tension took its toll. Sue hung back a couple times, but I told them all to go ahead. I know my body well enough to know that I’d make it back fine.

With a group ride like that I hate, hate, hate to impact the pace and the mood of the day. Everyone was pedaling along fine but me. Ugh. I’m the middle child, and I hate to cause anyone inconvenience.

It was hard to keep my mood up on the surface where it should be. I got angry with myself. Then I was angry with Sue for asking if I could stay on her wheel. It always occurs to me that life and cycling are much the same. Sometimes you don’t want to have to hold anyone’s wheel. But you know, it becomes a test of personal character to do so in the best way you now how.

So I drank and ate a little, hoping to feel better. But the Accelerade in my bottles, while ideal for energy, makes me burp. That was no fun. The idea of barfing that Sloppy Joe was no fun at all, and seemed imminent. So I pedaled along in this flux state, sometimes alone, sometimes with Sue patiently pulling me through the wind.

Well, we’re even in some ways. We’ve pulled each other a few times and through a few things this year. Life is indeed like cycling. Her bike was wrecked before her Ironman and that was a stressful deal, to say the least. During her Ironman, her stomach was pretty upset after getting thoroughly dunked during the swim,  which by all accounts was insanely aggressive in Madison. Don’t people have any consideration for the hard work put in by others in preparation for that race? Is it really necessary, and does anyone really gain anything but a few seconds by clobbering other swimmers? Questions for the ages.

There’s little you can do but make the best of such situations. Her stomach was upset by all the water she’d take in, and the ride was compromised along with it, and her ability to take in nutrition too perhaps. All that preparation and it often comes down to stupid stuff out of your control.

And yet, I was so admiring of her response while coming in from the run on the last mile of the Ironman. “Well, it wasn’t the day I wanted,” she called to me with a smile. “But I’m going to be an Ironman!”

If only we all had iron guts when we need them.

But it’s part of the deal when you’re an endurance athlete. You have to dine on the slice of pie you’re given on any given day. Sometimes you feel great, and ride or run the whole way without a problem. Other times you’re the one left gnawing on a gnarly piece of crusty dreams.

So I was grateful that the last five miles of the Pumpkin Pie Ride turned into a tailwind stretch. By then I’d forced down some nutrition and was feeling better. Probably on top of feeling lousy in the stomach I was missing nutrition the last half of the ride. It’s pretty easy to lose that balance.If it was the flu of some sort, I’d fought it off in large part.

Sue classily rode in the last few miles with me and all was good. We gathered together as a group and snapped a selfie showing our smiling faces. No one told me that I suck as a rider. Not that anyone would. Because we’ve all been there. We all must dine on our slice of the pie, for better or for worse, on any given day.

It reminds me of what my brother told me before a 20-year high school reunion. “You’ll like this one a lot better,” he chuckled. “By now everyone’s had their ass kicked in one way or another.”

So enjoy your slice of the pie when it tastes good and goes down easy. And when you’re forced to dine on humble pie of any flavor, know that tomorrow is another day. And what a slice it will be.

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PechaKucha your way to happiness

11225349_10204932966620179_8569137128825084643_nLast night we attended a liberating event right in my hometown of Batavia. To its eternal credit, our little city has a quirky artistic side that is willing to try all kinds of new things. There is a great organization called Water Street Studios that took over a warehouse and turned it into an artist’s colony, with great success.

And while art is important, it’s not everything. Some citizens including Lane Allen, an architect in our town with a longtime commitment to art, thought it would be a good idea to host a Pecha Kucha night in Batavia.

The format is wonderful. People sign up to share one of their life’s passions with 20 images during a 6:40 talk. Which is the perfect length somehow to convey something important or interesting in life.

I can’t sufficiently encapsulate the brilliance and insight from the talks we heard. Lane related the relationship between origami and folded plate architecture. Another man talked about his experience with adoption.

Each talk was so interesting and the diversity of not really knowing what comes next was fabulous. In some ways, it was the opposite of the Internet. You had no choice but to listen and watch as each version of truth unfolded.

It made me happy. I felt real, and alive listening to each person speak. It was a peak experience in community and social networking as well. Friends and acquaintances were there.

So if the phrase PechaKucha comes up in your experience, or you want to host one of these in your town, go for it. I know it seems to having nothing to do with the general topic of this blog. But truly, it does.

All of us need diversity in our experience. If we don’t get it, even the things we love can become arduous or mundane. That can happen to your running, riding and swimming. It’s especially true at the end of a long summer season.

Don’t forget to stimulate your mind beyond your love of sports. That’s the simple message here.

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Meet Maura, a great little runner to know

IMG_3393A few weeks ago following an Experience Triathlon Run Club, I sat and talked with Elena Tawney, a former high school runner and soccer player that has taken up the triathlon.

We shared some stories about running and she brought up the fact that she’s excited to have her daughter Maura running middle school cross country.

This week her daughter ran in one of the final meets of the season, and we gathered to watch 50 girls compete on a windy, chilly afternoon.

“It’s been so good for Maura to do cross country,” IMG_3392Elena related. “She’s made friends she would never have met otherwise. And the running helps her focus, because she’s on the autism spectrum.”

With her father Jeff Nyman cheering her on, Maura ran near her best of 17:30 for the two-mile distance.

Running is certainly a unifier of people and spirit. The crowds cheering on the runners recognized the effort of every girl and boy out there covering the two-mile distance.

So elemental. So vital. And we hope your running feels the same to you.

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Sorry, John Wayne shooting cyclists is not really funny

So, a “friend” on Facebook posted this video with the comment, “I don’t care who you are…this is funny.”

So I watched it. And it wasn’t funny to me. Not after having watched several of my cycling friends this summer get crunched by aggressive drivers and people who “don’t care” what happens to other people on the road.

You might ask, what’s the connection between John Wayne jokingly picking off cyclists with his rifle and people running cyclists off the road, or crashing into groups of them and driving way?

Well, there’s a dangerously Freudian aspect to all such casual aggression. It’s quite clear there is a growing movement of people who hate cyclists for a number of reasons. Some think cyclists should pay road taxes for the right to ride. Neglecting, of course, the fact that a great number of us also own cars and houses and pay plenty of taxes. Giving us the right, by law, to ride our bikes on the road.

But the glee in the hatred toward cyclists seems to go to some deeper place for some people. As in, I Hate Cyclists Because They Exist, and wear Spandex, and enjoy a spot of coffee now and then.

And thus, some people think it’s really funny to watch a video in which it appears that cyclists are being picked off by a weapon-bearing John Wayne, who seems to stand for everything “American,” versus cycling, which feels so threateningly foreign to the pickup driving, gun-carrying crowd, or whoever.

To perhaps explore this reality, let’s take a visit to the website DefensiveCarry.com, where these comments about the video were traced with a simple Google search. The discussion was raised by one of their own members as to whether such a video was a potential harm “to the cause.” We must assume they mean the cause of carrying weapons defensively, which John Wayne clearly does not do in this video.

But here’s what one of the members wrote.

I really liked it!

I am so sick of cyclists using lanes meant for cars while pedaling away at two miles per hour. Share the road? Sure, as soon as you buy a vehicle that is suitable for use on the road.

And so, here you have a quick leap from glowing in the supposed humor of the video to expression very real aggression about cyclists.

Are we to assume that such thinking never manifests itself on the road? If your attitude is that all bikes should be banned from the road (despite laws protecting that right) then it is unlikely you will respect laws governing interactions between drivers and cyclists, which i many states require motorists to allow three feet between their vehicle and any bicyclist. In fact, and in direct contradiction of the law, you may be prone to flaunt your motorized superiority over cyclists based on what your idea of the law looks like, passing within inches to assert your dominance. That happened to me no fewer than three times this summer alone.

And that is the type of behavior so many of us cyclists see on the roads. People flaunt their power and authority in aggressive or careless ways. It has cost people close to me money, personal injury, legal implications, insurance deductibles and genuine grief and stress.

All because some people are so selfish, distracted or aggressive they can’t stand the notion of a cyclist using the road.

The laws

These are the facts: bikes are perfectly legal to ride on the roads. Laws in all 50 states protect those rights. They are the same type of laws that govern the right to responsibly own and use firearms. So cyclists do have an equal responsibility to obey the law. There are some who don’t obey the law, and some who don’t understand their obligations.

But what the comment above reveals is a prejudice against all traffic on the road that is not motorized. That would include young children, we must assume, riding their bikes along a neighborhood street, or even crossing a street, to get from one house to another. That’s a perfectly legal thing to do, but not acceptable according to this person.

All bikes are legal

It is also perfectly legal to ride a road bike, a triathlon bike, a mountain bike, a hybrid bike or your 1967 Stingray with a banana seat down every public road in America with the exception of Interstate Highways, where they are banned, and along certain designated roads. Most of us who ride know genuinely know how to avoid bad or congested roads. But there are people who don’t. Not everyone rides every day. Some are just trying to get from one place to the other and don’t choose roads very well.

Yet in urban areas where there are designated bike lanes, some people still get manic over the idea that bicycles exist. It Drives. Them. Crazy.

So they probably really like the idea of picking off cyclists with a rifle. It pleases them in some psychotic manner. So let’s look at another comment from a DefensiveCarry.com reader about the video:

a- it made me laugh.
b- cyclists are jerks
c- drivers are jerks
(why are we always at our passive/aggressive worst when we are collectively on pavement???)
d- if you are a driver, a shooter, a cyclist, an anti-driver, an anti-shooter, or an anti-cyclist …. and you were offended by this video?

then you are a whussy. the kind that is turning this country into a PC nightmare. it’s a joke. a dumbstick video, poorly edited together in some guys basement with free-ware editing software. did I say poorly edited?

I am really getting tired of people not being able to collectively take a joke.

personally the moral in all of this is that I highly doubt “The Duke” would be offended, butt-hurt, crying, calling lawyers, filing petitions or greivances (sic), or basically acting like a little kid if someone slapped together a video of him getting “shot”. he would laugh it off, act like a man, and go do manly things. not cry in his starbucks frappacino vente.

Perhaps he had something of a point, until the very end there. It is true. It is important to be able to “take a joke” as he suggests. I listen to raunchy comedy all the time on Sirius radio that flirts with racism and sexism and hurtful takes on culture and politics. I know how to keep things in perspective, and I believe in taking risks with your perceptions. You can learn things about your own sense of right and wrong. But sometimes I change the channel or turn it off. I have my limits.

But apparently this guy thinks it’s just fine to whack cyclists as a joke. And toward the end of his comments, he displays his real problem with cyclists, which seems to have to do with some sort of class or cultural difference characterized by the “unmanly” aspects of cycling. So he groups all cyclists into a category handy for prejudicial judgment, and his gun buddies on DefensiveCarry.com are expected to laugh along.

I don’t want to take away anyone’s guns. That’s not my point at all. I think they should be well-regulated as our Constitution states. My friends hunt and many keep guns in their homes for self-defense and protection. All very American.

It’s wanton shooting and casual acceptance of violence I protest.

And so, despite his claim that it is a harmless, slapped together video from some person’s basement, it has been viewed more than 4M times (according to one Internet note) or 4,000. The difference is not the point. The real joke is how poorly this guy gets the potential impact and reach of this “joke.”

Missing the point intentionally

What these people don’t get is that symbolism, even unintentional symbolism, has real power to drive emotions in this world. Just look at the manner in which these two quickly jump from calling the video a joke to ranting about why they hate cyclists. They don’t pause a second. It’s the excuse to go off on someone they clearly hate. That means the “joke” video is a fulfillment of some aggressive instinct in them that the images on the screen satisfy.

And then we take a look at what happened in the Gabby Giffords shooting, where aggressive targeting of her politics led to someone actually hauling off and shooting her and several people in her company. Certainly that’s not what anyone would call “defensive carry.” Unless, we must assume, people feel so threatened by the politics of a female liberal politician that the only way they can conceive to stop her is to shoot her dead. Someone shot John Kennedy. Robert F. Kennedy. Martin Luther King, Jr. Ronald Reagan. John Lennon. The list goes on and on and on, and when people aren’t famous, they get mowed down in classrooms or movie theaters. And the illogical response to that is to force everyone to own more guns. Meet violence with violence? So where does it stop? That’s all that some of us want to know, and we think sensible gun regulation remains a tool to accomplish that aim, and curb the potential for aggressive instincts to become public tragedies.

No one can anyone honestly stand there and insist that there is no connection between aggressive instincts and the ultimate decision of some person to actually start shooting other people for political or personal reasons. Clearly there is a thought process there. And that’s no joke.

Aggressive logic

This idea that all people who go on shooting sprees are “crazy” or “mentally ill” neglects a very important element of each and every story. In many cases, those people were judged to be “harmless” and/or “good citizens” until they got the idea that shooting a bunch of people, or setting off a bomb at the Boston Marathon, would solve their problems or satisfy their need to be heard. This may seem radical to say, but that’s not crazy. That’s acting on aggressive logic.

And that points out the irony and cognitive dissonance of the comments expressed on the website called DefensiveCarry.com. Granted, someone in the group raised the question, “Is this something we should support?” Because,  you would think that any use of a weapon, even to make the supposed joke of shooting people on bikes, should be frowned upon.

But no. Instead the members raced to dismiss any such responsibility. And there we have the approach of so much of the gun lobby in a nutshell. The means always justifies the ends.

This is a brand of cognitive dissonance that drives so much cultural conflict. People who put doctrine, even as a joke, in front of genuine logic are prone to laughing at the suffering and pain caused to others.

Because to some people, racism and sexism are “just a joke.” Because it’s really not about “political correctness” in the end. It’s being able to discern what has deadly or painful consequences, and what does not. I simply didn’t find the visual attack on cyclists to be all that funny. It’s hit too close to home, too many times.

Perhaps it really is time for us to start shooting back.

werunandridelogo

Source of quotes: http://www.defensivecarry.com/forum/off-topic-humor-discussion/214694-john-wayne-vs-cyclists-harmless-fun-hurt-cause-2.html

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Running Shoes and Souls: A We Run and Ride video special on biomechanics, orthotics and healthy running

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