Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness~Dostoyevsky Today was the last full day that I saw my seniors in the class of 2018. During class, one of them asked me on which of my social media platforms do I talk the least about running, because, according to the student, my Instagram is filled with only... Continue Reading →
How an early morning run transformed a bad mindset through the company of friends and a persistent spirit guide.
“The distance runner is mysteriously reconciling the separations of body and mind, of pain and pleasure, of the conscious and the unconscious. He is repairing the rent, and healing the wound in his divided self. He has found a way to make the ordinary extraordinary; the commonplace unique; the everyday eternal.“~George Sheehan Welcome to... Continue Reading →
“Today I run for pure, absolute joy!”~Lopez Lomong I have a confession to make. I haven’t been running on pure joy in quite awhile. I’ve been tight. I’ve been in my head. I’ve been worrying about things that I have no control over, and I’ve been comparing myself to those who are further along in... Continue Reading →
This week is the anniversary of the beginning of my weight loss transformation four years ago. It's always good to take a moment and look back on the accomplishments of the past. Over the Christmas break one of my former students posted my yearbook photo from the year they graduated. I remember looking at it... Continue Reading →
It’s so frustrating when you don’t meet your goals. I had the best training season ever but my legs today began seizing up with cramps around mile 15. By mile 18 I was not able to run consistently and every time I did my calves locked up and I had to stretch them along the... Continue Reading →
Our flirtation with running began on a whim and a prayer as I no longer wished to see the shadow my large body was casting combined with the fact that I had become far to sedentary for my active wife and my inertia was creating a dangerous disequilibrium in our relationship.
Our evolutionary heritage is one of fight or flight. It's the subconscious brain's way of keeping us alive. For most of my life the anticipation of an event paralyzed me and caused me to avoid many experiences that scared me. That avoidance kept me sedentary and safe. Since taking control of my health in the last few years I am trying everyday to resist the old fearful me--the boy that only knew how to flee.