Not much to write.
Life - travel, Little League Parade, yard work, work on our old beater R/V (this was a fun project I wanted to do), and Mother's Day w/ an Ambulance run mixed in (luckily mom didn't need to be transported, just a good scare...silly woman wanting extra attention on Mother's day...I'm kidding, no nasty responses ladies), travel
Running - see above, not much lately. No long run this weekend
Gas Prices - victim # 1 will likely be a cancelled trip to South Bend, IN at the end of the month. I was (and still) comtemplating running the Sunburst Marathon. Mainly for laughs and to say I did it. However, graduation trip to Memphis the week before + ($75 entry fee + gas+room)+trip to Holiday World with the kids while on vacation the next week = a lot of money. So I doubt I'm going.
My fall marathon plans are likely going to be screwed up. The industry conference doesn't fall on that weekend, but a PGA event in Louisville that our company is staffing will likely put all corporate hands on deck to help. So Air Force Marathon may be out yet again, which means I'll likely do the Louisville Marathon in October.
Anyway, back to work here in the "Big Easy", treadmill was cruddy in the hotel, so I'll hit the streets in the morning.
God Bless and take care everyone.
13 May 2008
08 May 2008
A painful confession
When I started this blog, it was, and continues to be my hope that through recording my thoughts and experiences and opinions, that someone else might be able to draw a pearl of wisdom and perhaps avoid my pain or experience my joy.
It is with trepidation that I humble myself to share this, but perhaps others will avoid what may be a huge mistake for me. While I offer no excuses, I do realize that given my extensive travel schedule and time spent away from home, there are some who will say it was bound to happen. Honestly, I didn't think it would.
I travelled to Columbia, SC yesterday after nearly 2 and a half weeks working from my office. This morning I discovered I'd forgotten some things and after Googling, found a running store near downtown, or so I thought.
The 1 mile walk was more like 1 3/4 miles, and I walked it in a dress shirt, sport coat, and carrying my Swiss brand laptop backpack and assorted documents. Temps were around 80. I arrived at the running store, which turned out to be in Five Points, an entertainment district next to the University of South Carolina's campus and housing area. Five Points has been the ruin of many of USC's football players in recent years. A good place for bad things to happen.
Anyway I met my new "friend" at the store. I made my purchase and asked the clerk what restaurant he would recommend in the area. I headed out with my "friend" in tow and walked down the street to the restaurant. I allowed this "friend" to accompany me and although feeling a bit uncomfortable I shared the same bench in a booth during dinner. Now it was time for the long hike back to downtown Columbia and my hotel. You guessed it, I brought my "friend" along, feeling awkward and troubled by the new relationship, but also curious. My current relationship had grown comfortable and predictable, like an old pair of shoes.
As we walked back through the quiet streets, even the setting began to put me at ease and conjure up old feelings. Those of you with roots down south can at least appreciate what I'm saying when I tell you that I was greeted at nearly every turn by the smell of blooming honeysuckle vines, decaying magnolia leaves, mossy earth, and that unique smell associated with venerable old homes with hard wood floors and peaceful front porches. Surrounded by these sites, sounds, and familiar aromas, I began to rationalize my decision. I'm far away from home. I have a need. Other's have done it. I was on a slippery slope.
Needless to say, we met at a running store, and back at my room I had exercise clothes, so it was decided we'd use my membership to hit the YMCA next to the hotel and workout together. Back at my room I discovered that I had left my credit card at the restaurant. A call confirmed they had it and so I changed clothes and together we ran back to get the card. At this point I was doomed.
The empty student housing conjured up that feeling I remembered as a school boy on the last day of school. All the promise held by a new summer. Unknown and exciting. The few remaining students enjoying the live entertainment in the Five Points, couples spending time together seemed rather poignant to me. The combined effort to conquer the steep hill climb back up into the USC area brought us closer and the uneasiness I felt earlier seemed to fall away. The setting sun on a warm southern evening was too perfect a setting and served to further melt away my inhibitions. We were back at the hotel, and in we both went.
I won't go any further at this point, believe me when I say that at this point I accepted the inevitable and attempted to make peace with my decision to turn my back on a relationship that had seen me through some stormy times, some cold nights, and heaven knows, many ups and downs. No doubt that at this point you know where this story is going and don't need the details of the entire evening.
All this angst because I forgot to pack my running shoes. The store didn't carry New Balance 768's and in my hour of need, I caved and purchased a pair of Asics GT-2130s. I only hope I haven't destroyed what has been a long and supportive relationship. I turned my back on the shoe that has carried me on every mile save a few ran on a free pair of another brand. A shoe that has seen me set my 5K pr, complete 2 1/2 marathons, and supported me as I slogged my way up daunting hills in 2 marathons. Don't make the same mistake, pack your shoes. Perhaps with time and counseling.....
It is with trepidation that I humble myself to share this, but perhaps others will avoid what may be a huge mistake for me. While I offer no excuses, I do realize that given my extensive travel schedule and time spent away from home, there are some who will say it was bound to happen. Honestly, I didn't think it would.
I travelled to Columbia, SC yesterday after nearly 2 and a half weeks working from my office. This morning I discovered I'd forgotten some things and after Googling, found a running store near downtown, or so I thought.
The 1 mile walk was more like 1 3/4 miles, and I walked it in a dress shirt, sport coat, and carrying my Swiss brand laptop backpack and assorted documents. Temps were around 80. I arrived at the running store, which turned out to be in Five Points, an entertainment district next to the University of South Carolina's campus and housing area. Five Points has been the ruin of many of USC's football players in recent years. A good place for bad things to happen.
Anyway I met my new "friend" at the store. I made my purchase and asked the clerk what restaurant he would recommend in the area. I headed out with my "friend" in tow and walked down the street to the restaurant. I allowed this "friend" to accompany me and although feeling a bit uncomfortable I shared the same bench in a booth during dinner. Now it was time for the long hike back to downtown Columbia and my hotel. You guessed it, I brought my "friend" along, feeling awkward and troubled by the new relationship, but also curious. My current relationship had grown comfortable and predictable, like an old pair of shoes.
As we walked back through the quiet streets, even the setting began to put me at ease and conjure up old feelings. Those of you with roots down south can at least appreciate what I'm saying when I tell you that I was greeted at nearly every turn by the smell of blooming honeysuckle vines, decaying magnolia leaves, mossy earth, and that unique smell associated with venerable old homes with hard wood floors and peaceful front porches. Surrounded by these sites, sounds, and familiar aromas, I began to rationalize my decision. I'm far away from home. I have a need. Other's have done it. I was on a slippery slope.
Needless to say, we met at a running store, and back at my room I had exercise clothes, so it was decided we'd use my membership to hit the YMCA next to the hotel and workout together. Back at my room I discovered that I had left my credit card at the restaurant. A call confirmed they had it and so I changed clothes and together we ran back to get the card. At this point I was doomed.
The empty student housing conjured up that feeling I remembered as a school boy on the last day of school. All the promise held by a new summer. Unknown and exciting. The few remaining students enjoying the live entertainment in the Five Points, couples spending time together seemed rather poignant to me. The combined effort to conquer the steep hill climb back up into the USC area brought us closer and the uneasiness I felt earlier seemed to fall away. The setting sun on a warm southern evening was too perfect a setting and served to further melt away my inhibitions. We were back at the hotel, and in we both went.
I won't go any further at this point, believe me when I say that at this point I accepted the inevitable and attempted to make peace with my decision to turn my back on a relationship that had seen me through some stormy times, some cold nights, and heaven knows, many ups and downs. No doubt that at this point you know where this story is going and don't need the details of the entire evening.
All this angst because I forgot to pack my running shoes. The store didn't carry New Balance 768's and in my hour of need, I caved and purchased a pair of Asics GT-2130s. I only hope I haven't destroyed what has been a long and supportive relationship. I turned my back on the shoe that has carried me on every mile save a few ran on a free pair of another brand. A shoe that has seen me set my 5K pr, complete 2 1/2 marathons, and supported me as I slogged my way up daunting hills in 2 marathons. Don't make the same mistake, pack your shoes. Perhaps with time and counseling.....
06 May 2008
Lesson From the Marathon #3-Mostly Rhetoric
Psalm 23:4
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Whether it is life, your walk with Christ, or a road course marathon, you're going to travel a varied terrain. Tall hills, short hills, small hills, long hills (Sounds like a Dr. Seuss book) and flat stretches that seem too few and far between.
We've become conditioned to dread the up hill climbs, to despise the effort required. I learned something during this marathon that I think will a) help me in the next marathon and b)give me a different perspective on my life and faith.
Keeping it short and sweet. The up hill climbs require a lot of effort, and can tax us, but we can keep our eyes focused on the top and know there is an end in sight. There is a reward for the effort. Flat stretches are a nice chance to recover, it's the down hills that stink.
I used to think descents were the reward for the stressful ascents, but in truth they are the worst thing to experience. No longer are you climbing towards a goal, your headed into a depth, and guess what, God willing, you'll have to climb out again. What I discovered was that my legs were pretty well conditioned for the climbs, it was the downhills that shredded them.
Somewhere around mile 18 it felt like both of my quads, just above the knee cap, exploded. The rolling hills that began somewhere around mile 14 or 15 had taken there toll. There were no major hills at this point in the race, small ups and downs, but the effects of the downhills on the front of my legs was anything but small. By race end, I found I was actually preferring the uphill climbs. It was the downhills I began to hate.
So no more hill work on the treadmill, from now on I'll practice not just running up hill, but also down.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Whether it is life, your walk with Christ, or a road course marathon, you're going to travel a varied terrain. Tall hills, short hills, small hills, long hills (Sounds like a Dr. Seuss book) and flat stretches that seem too few and far between.
We've become conditioned to dread the up hill climbs, to despise the effort required. I learned something during this marathon that I think will a) help me in the next marathon and b)give me a different perspective on my life and faith.
Keeping it short and sweet. The up hill climbs require a lot of effort, and can tax us, but we can keep our eyes focused on the top and know there is an end in sight. There is a reward for the effort. Flat stretches are a nice chance to recover, it's the down hills that stink.
I used to think descents were the reward for the stressful ascents, but in truth they are the worst thing to experience. No longer are you climbing towards a goal, your headed into a depth, and guess what, God willing, you'll have to climb out again. What I discovered was that my legs were pretty well conditioned for the climbs, it was the downhills that shredded them.
Somewhere around mile 18 it felt like both of my quads, just above the knee cap, exploded. The rolling hills that began somewhere around mile 14 or 15 had taken there toll. There were no major hills at this point in the race, small ups and downs, but the effects of the downhills on the front of my legs was anything but small. By race end, I found I was actually preferring the uphill climbs. It was the downhills I began to hate.
So no more hill work on the treadmill, from now on I'll practice not just running up hill, but also down.
01 May 2008
True Champions
Saw this on Sports Center while at the gym this morning. Thought it was a story that should be shared.
http://sports.espn.go.com/ncaa/columns/story?columnist=hays_graham&id=3372631&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab4pos1
Luke 10:27, 36-37
27He answered: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'[c]; and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'[d]" ...36"Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?"
37The expert in the law replied, "The one who had mercy on him."
Jesus told him, "Go and do likewise."
http://sports.espn.go.com/ncaa/columns/story?columnist=hays_graham&id=3372631&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab4pos1
Luke 10:27, 36-37
27He answered: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'[c]; and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'[d]" ...36"Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?"
37The expert in the law replied, "The one who had mercy on him."
Jesus told him, "Go and do likewise."
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