You’re Going To Die

“You’re going to die” and “you’re going to fail” are two of the most important realizations that you can come to terms with. Not only are these statements true, but it is absolutely imperative that you come to grips with them if you want to accomplish anything worthwhile in this life. Both deal with

TIME AND ACTION

Coming to terms and accepting these truths clears your mind, and life, of fear. Grab hold of the fact that this life is temporary for all of us and that we have a limited time to make it meaningful. There is no tomorrow, only today.

We must see this life for what it is and understand that failure is a natural part of moving forward. No one gets out alive and no one accomplished anything worthwhile without failing. Let failure become your starting point and let today define your future.

Get rid of someday and tomorrow…remove them from your vocabulary and start today. From wherever you are, start there. There isn’t enough room in our lives for achievement and excuses; it’s one or the other.

I can achieve and accomplish my goals or I can make excuses and settle for a life I don’t want.

Make the decision on which road you’ll take and get moving. Start now, not tomorrow. Don’t wait to find your “mojo”, get up and create it.

Action produces results…Positive Actions create Positive Results and Negative Actions create Negative Consequences.

No one is going to do it for you. The calvary isn’t coming to save you. If you want it, get up and get started…today not tomorrow. Take a step forward. Make the decision and stick to it. If you fall, get back up and keep moving forward.

This is your life and it’s temporary.

YOU HAVE LIMITED TIME!

Don’t waste another minute being unhappy with yourself. Change, Move, Execute…Everyday.

We tell ourselves…

We tell ourselves that it’s about speed. We tell ourselves it’s about strength. We tell ourselves that it’s about power and stamina. We tell ourselves it’s about vascularity and muscle definition. We tell ourselves that it’s about jean and shirt sizes, but the truth is that it’s never about any of these things.

It’s only about striving to become better than our past; just a little better than yesterday. It’s about living a better life. It’s about priorities and minuscule daily decisions that either propel us forward into a different destiny, or plunge us downward into the depths of regret.

It’s about mind over matter and pushing through our perceived physical and mental limitations every day. Save tomorrow’s worries for tomorrow and just focus on today. Get up, get dressed, and get it done. Beat yesterday!

A Story of Courage, Commitment, and 26.2 Miles

This is Sonya Harrington, and she is a marathoner. Sonya (1)

Of course, that wasn’t always the case for Sonya. Just 7 short months ago, she showed up at a Fall Marathon Informational Meeting at Fleet Feet Sports in Schererville, Indiana to gather details on what it would take to complete 18 weeks of training to prepare to run the Chicago Marathon.

Many “would be” first time marathoners come to these meetings, but after seeing the intense amount of training that is required to successfully complete a marathon…never come back – only Sonya did come back, and that is where her journey began.

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The Night Before the Marathon

I know that you all have a thousand thoughts running through your heads right now. Some thoughts are good and positive, some are not. Regardless of the thoughts in your mind, there are some things that you know for certain. You have spent more than 4 months training for this day. 

You ran through adversity in the form of heat, humidity, rainstorms, sickness, soreness, and even injury. You did that because you are strong and determined individuals with BHAG’s. What are BHAG’s? BHAG’s are Big Hairy Audacious Goals!

You aren’t like other people. You are not content to simply exist in a lifetime of easy contentment. You have something inside of you that drives you to challenge and push yourselves well beyond what most people would ever attempt. 

There is something inside of every one of you that pulls and tugs at your soul. It’s what drives you out of the door every morning before the sunrise and it’s what will get you across that finish line tomorrow. It’s the Spirit of the Marathon. It does not exist outside of you; it is woven into your inner core.

The marathon chose you because it knew that you were special; that you have the toughness, the desire, and the will to complete an act of unrealistic ambition and expectation. You are not lining up at the start line tomorrow by happenstance. Each of you are here for a reason; a reason known only to you and the Spirit of the Marathon. 

Tomorrow, just as in training, you will be tested time and time again, and you will find a way to overcome everything that these 26.2 miles could throw at you. The path that you have chosen for this day is full of hazards, as all paths are; but it is a path that is most aligned with your character and your courage. 

Because of these things, you will never choose the easy path of submission or surrender. You will line up tomorrow aided by the spirits of millions of marathoners who have gone before to light the path and to prepare the way for you. 

Tomorrow, you will own a piece of history and whether for the first time or the twentieth, you will forever be called a Marathoner!

Why Rock Bottom is Never the End

“Those who can bear all can dare all.” – Luc De Clapiers

Have you ever wondered what life would be like if we lived as if we had nothing to lose? If you woke up tomorrow with nothing and had to start all over again, could you pull yourself up by the bootstraps and start building again? Everyday would be bound by struggle and each step would be a leap of faith into the next. Does the though of this scare you or does it ignite your senses?

Most of us have grown so accustom to our lives of luxury that just the thought of losing our sense of comfort sends us into a panic. Of course, no one would willingly choose to throw away comfort for gloom and despair but what if it wasn’t a choice? What if it was all taken in the swiftness of a sudden dark wind?

“If you’re going to die, then die. If you’re going to live, then fight.”   – Emilie Autumn

History is filled with giants of success who became that way only after hitting rock bottom, or being born into it. Oprah Winfrey was born to a young, low-income mother and was abused throughout her childhood. She was fired from a local television station because she was “unfit” for work on television.

Martha Stewart was the world’s first female self-made millionaire. Only a few years after her firm went public, she was sent to prison for 5 years because of her involvement in a stock scandal. Her story could’ve ended there but it didn’t. After being released from prison, she went back to work and within 12 months, her company was again profitable.

“I don’t think of myself as a poor deprived ghetto girl who made good. I think of myself as somebody who, from an early age, knew I was responsible for myself, and I had to make good.”   – Oprah Winfrey

After finding success as an actor late in life, Liam Neeson lost his wife to terrible skiing accident. He was left alone to cope with his two young children. Instead of cashing it in, Neeson regained his senses and his career by pouring himself into raising his children and soon regained his stardom as a premier hollywood icon.

For Neeson, Winfrey, and Stewart, and a plethora of others, both famous and common people, rock bottom wasn’t the end, it was the beginning. Rock bottom strips away the facade and exposes us to our very core. There is absolutely nothing left to hide behind. We are forced to look at our life for exactly what it is, both good and bad. The decisions and circumstances that brought us here become painful lessons, which if allowed, can help us to begin rebuilding.

In these moments we have no choice but to be humbled. It is in this humility that we ultimately find out who we really are. It forces us to find the strength within us that we no longer thought we had. We become self-reliant and we begin to see things for what they really are. We cease depending on externals for our happiness and ultimately become aware that everything that we need is already within us.

“Endurance pierces marble.” – Moroccan Proverb

Lastly, we become grateful for everything that is left because all of the phony has been removed. We realize that there is nothing left to lose and because of that we are free to dare, create, move, and experience life like never before. Just as failure is often a prerequisite for success, rock-bottom can also serve as a launching pad for better, more vibrant life.

Someone Told Me I’d Never Be…

“You’ll never be an endurance runner because you’re too big”. 

I love to lift AND I love to run. When I started lifting less and running more, I told someone I wanted to be an endurance runner. I wanted to run marathons and ultra marathons. I wanted to push my body passed the point of breaking. I wasn’t content with just finishing them, I wanted to race them.

I’ll never forget the words of a fellow runner who told me, “dude, you’re not built for that…like a runner”. I was insulted but I held it in. I started to doubt everything. When I looked around, I saw a lot of lean but thin runners. 

I wanted to challenge the status quo that said skinny runners run fast and everyone else gets thrown into the misfit land of “joggers”. Since then, I’ve finished a marathon in 3 hours and 46 minutes, I’ve run 100k’s and didn’t come in last or even close to last. I will run a 100 miler and I will race it, but I won’t change who I am and what I love. 

I wasn’t born with a runners body, but I’ve made the most of what I have. That’s what we have to do…make the most of what we have. Strong is strong in any shape and size. Tell me I can’t and that’s exactly why I will.

Lessons I learned from being sidelined with an injury…

Guest Post from my wife, Adriana!

Check on your fellow injured runners. And when I say check, that doesn’t mean only when you run into them at the grocery store. Call them, text them, invite them to have coffee and just listen to them. Chances are they are deeply depressed. Running becomes such a huge part of who we are that they probably feel very lost and alone. Luckily, I had a few friends that were my saving grace during this whole ordeal.   You all know who you are……THANK YOU!

Be careful of what you say to them. Some of the most insensitive things said to me during my injury were from fellow running pals. If you have to start your sentence with, “I don’t mean to be discouraging but….” I would probably refrain from saying it. My mind was my own worst enemy and I certainly didn’t need anyone else to pour salt into the wound. And unless you’ve been seriously injured (not just aches and pains) it’s difficult to understand the severity of what they are feeling.

Get a second opinion, or a third option or hell, even a fourth. If the doctor that’s treating you tells you that since you never ran in high school, getting injured, “was just a matter of time” you need to run far, far away. (Pardon the pun) If they start talking about surgery, run again (unless of course it really is medically necessary). If what they are doing to help you makes your symptoms worse, stop seeing them.

Throughout my injury I saw two orthopedic doctors, one chiropractor, and a physical therapist. It was like a guessing game every time I went.   Not one of them could tell me why I got injured or how to fix it. It was frustrating and made me feel like running was going to be a thing I once did, but would never be able to do again.

Finally after 3 months I found a doctor that pinpointed exactly how I got injured and gave me the tools to fix it. Funny thing, I asked a previous doctor if my injury could be related to the very diagnosis I was given and that’s when she told me that getting inured was just a “matter of time. “ Do not settle for those kinds of answers!

Funny thing is that my injury was not even directly running related. The injuries were actually more attributable to years of sitting on my butt, which led to weak glute muscles!

Lesson learned: Be proactive. If you aren’t getting the treatment you think you need find a different doctor.  It doesn’t necessarily mean that they aren’t good doctors or therapists it simply means that they aren’t the right doctor to help you.

You will get back into shape.  I was in the best shape of my life when I got injured having just completed the Chicago marathon (my first) and running several personal best half marathons. This little knee thing couldn’t have happened at a worse time.   Find things that you enjoy and will help keep you fit. For me it was a lot of strength training, the rowing machine, and the bike. Of course it’s not the same, as running but it will keep you sane. Every day I would worry about how much fitness I was loosing but being able to do something did keep me semi sane.

It would have been very easy for me to mope around and feel sorry for myself every day, but I choose to try and take the negative and turn it into a positive by making me stronger. Although there were many days that I cried and felt sorry for myself, there were also many days that I didn’t.

Lesson Learned: More than likely an injury will won’t last forever and you’ll be back out there again feeling as fit as you were pre-injury.

Don’t compare yourself to the runner you were before you got injured. This is a difficult one for me and I’m sure many others.   It’s completely unfair and unrealistic to think that I’m just going to be able to go out there and run the half marathon pace I did just three months ago. At this point, I can only come close to my long run pace I was running before I got injured (and believe me I’m winded doing it) but I’m choosing to be ok with the numbers on my Garmin. I’m just excited to be out there again and really that’s all that matters. Lesson Learned: Don’t look back. You are where you are not where you were. Instead look at how much further you can go.

Many of you know about my faith in God but let me tell you there were many moments I doubted Him thought out this ordeal. I was reminded each day how much running gives my life meaning and structure. I always used running as a way to let off steam and deal with stress. Not being able to run was the most stressful thing in my world. Though I worked hard to not let running define who I was God showed me that, that was not in fact the case.

I let running become an idol. So many times I found myself wandering around the house asking God, “when will you take this from me Lord?” “How much longer Lord?” “Why is this happening?” I felt very abandoned and distanced from God. It was hard to find Him during those very low days. God gave me subtle reminders that He was there and that He would never abandon his child. Sometimes it was through the voice of my husband, or a friend, and even my co-workers.

I also found some comfort in a few thoughts too. One of them is that as angry as my knee made me it was very good to me and took me on some incredible journey’s. God also made me recognize how fortunate I was to have two working legs and knees that did allow me to run. Not only did I run but I completed a marathon! Yes, me probably the most unfit person ever for most of my life completed a marathon! Not everyone has the gift of working legs and so many times I took that for granted. He’s pretty darn amazing that way. God loved me too much to leave me where I was. I only needed to find him in the storm.

Part 1: A Few Years, A Thousand Memories, and A Knock on the Door

A cold wind races against my face as I stand at the front door of my forever. It’s a wind that I have felt before but never quite like this. I fasten another button on the collar of my jacket and step out further into the frostbitten night. As I turn to face the reality of another snowy eternity of darkness, I can’t help but wonder how I got here. A decision here and a decision there and suddenly life swept me away to an unfamiliar existence. I never intended to end up here, yet here I stand.

The snow is now falling with the intensity of a well-purposed storm, intent on inflicting misery on anyone caught in its path. My hands wipe the wetness from the frosted glass and as I peer inside. I can see a dim light dancing in the hollow distance. I’ve never felt like an explorer, but this circumstance has pushed me past the realm of familiar and dropped me into an oblivion of exasperated uncertainty.

I often wonder if I could ever go back to the warm familiarness of yesterday. A place where things made sense and nothing seemed too burdensome. I was a kid with sunburned cheeks and dirty fingernails. I was curious about everything and confident of nothing. I had plans of grandeur and a raging fire within my soul. The world was open and my mind was free. That place isn’t too far; a few years, a thousand memories, and a knock on the door.

The snow is blinding now and my feet are soaked to the bone. I can’t stay out here much longer. I’ll not die in this place. I peer through the window again; it looks empty and cold. In the back room, the dim ember of light still struggles against the darkness. I decide to announce my presence to anyone who can hear.

“Hello!” No one answers.

Again I shout, “hello!”

Still no reply. A turn of the knob and the door creaks open with a rusty groan. It’s a small two room cabin. The interior smells like a damp campfire that was left to smolder in the rain. There is a small twin bed in the front room with a brown wool blanket tucked neatly into place.

In the far corner, I notice a stack of books next to an old leather recliner. The back room has a small kitchen with a camp stove, some open shelves and a few can-goods  scattered about the table. There is no sign of anyone here, yet I feel as though someone belongs here.

The cold, bitter wind makes itself at home as it pushes the front door open with a rush of energy. It frightens me in such a way that I fall into the stack of books that had been assembled with the neatness of a school librarian. The wind flutters through the open pages and I notice that the books are missing entire chapters. The pages hadn’t been ripped out but instead look as though they were purposely left out during the binding process.

As I stand to close the door, I am overtaken with a sense of loneliness and confinement. This place feels more like a prison than a home. I am exhausted but glad to be out of the cold. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, my mind races back to a time not too long ago when the world was open and my mind was free. That place isn’t too far; a few years, a thousand memories, and a knock on the door.

 

 

How Dark Is The Night

How dark is the night, how wounded the soul.
When light ceases to expose goodness and pain takes its toll.

How long shall I bear the weight of such a sharp and heavy load.                                               My strength cannot endure many more miles of this black and somber road.

My heart has grown weary and my face no longer hides its tone.
My mind is filled with apprehension and in this deathly silence, I am alone.

How dark is the night, how wounded the soul.
When light ceases to expose goodness and pain takes its toll.

Still I will continue on in spite of death’s furious moan.
With resilience as my master and strength that will guide me home.

Though the path ahead is steep and lined with jagged stone.
I will push forward with a confident stride, ignoring the pain that my years have sewn.

How dark is the night, how wounded the soul.
When light ceases to expose goodness and pain takes its toll.

Trying Hard To Be Myself In a World of Conformity

I’ve heard it 100 times and read it 1,000 more. Just be yourself. Well let me tell you something, that’s freakin’ hard!

Wake up tomorrow, shower and dress yourself, and step out of the front door like you don’t give a crap what anyone thinks. Walk to your car backwards. If you’re a dude, wear a pink shirt. If you’re a woman, hock a loogie right over the car window. Who cares, right? Just be yourself!

It sounds awesome but in reality, it’s scary and awkward and almost impossible. The truth is that most of us do care what others think and our actions in our daily lives cater to those imposed thoughts of not being good enough.

However, I know a few people who genuinely live like this everyday. They do and say whatever comes to mind without a single passing thought of what others might say or think. They live life on their own terms and I respect the hell out of them.

There are at least 18,000 books about it and millions of online articles that tell us to think outside of the box and live a life according to who we really are. It sounds so easy, yet it’s incredibly difficult. By the way, there really is no box.

The truth is that most of us care too much what others think. What will these strangers think of this shirt? What would my boss say if I told him that I didn’t agree with his idea? What would my neighbors think if I didn’t bring my trash cans into the garage immediately after the trash truck empties them? What if I don’t believe in global warming or evolution? What if they knew I voted for the other candidate? What if what if what if?!?

We can be people pleasers to the crowd and go along with the majority. We can be yes men or women to our boss and agree with every idea that they have. We can choose a life of indifference and stand for nothing OR we can live as though our lives stand for something…something more than opinions of others.

We can’t stop trying to walk our own paths. We need to continue to learn about ourselves and the world needs us to do the same. It’s not about being indifferent to the world around us or weird (even though weird can be fun), it’s about being different within the world around us. When we lose our identity, we also lose our reason for being here in the first place. Live your life on your terms, don’t be content to simply exist.