How Old?

Sometimes, the realization of just how quickly this world wants to throw us into the middle of it becomes a closer reality.

When I woke my daughter yesterday morning, she sat up and uncharacteristically launched into this serious conversation with me. Now we don't have these types of conversations too often -- yet, that is. Thankfully. Normally, the dilemmas of her age involve typically simpler things, like "Do I HAVE to wear my snow boots to school?", or "But I don't LIKE broccoli!", or more recently "Dad, I can't give you a kiss when you drop me off at school...all my friends are WATCHING!" Sigh.

So, I asked her what was up. She begins to get all teary-eyed and immediately blurts out, "I want to tell you something, but I know you probably won't be happy." I calmed her down and reassured her that I loved her, promising that I would always listen. I also encouraged her to tell the truth, something we try always to remind them of.

She sniffled a bit, took this deep breath, then said, "You know that boy, Elijah, from my class at school? He asked if he could be my boyfriend." She bit her lip and looked at me with worried eyes.

Whoa, what was that? My mind reeled for a moment, my brain apparently not fully awake itself. I quickly wanted to say, "Who asked you what?? Doesn't he know you cannot even think of those things until you're 30?!", but I didn't. Instead I took a deep breath myself, slowly began stroking her hair to calm her down, and asked, "So what did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, Dad. We just kept chasing our friends around the playground."

Whew, was that ever a relief…apparently she wasn't interested in having a boyfriend. She obviously had been all worried since yesterday that she had done something wrong. That somehow she had either made Elijah feel bad for asking or had wronged her parents for even engaging in a conversation of the like. Wow, score one for 'Praying your child experiences a somewhat normalized childhood in this day and age'!

Holding her hand, I commended her for not just joining in on the boyfriend/girlfriend scene just yet. I then explained to her that God had a plan for her life and that she didn't need to worry about those other types of things right now. "Just be his friend, hon", I said and gave her a kiss on the head.

Her eyes went back to that familiar sparkle I know, and out of bed she bounded to get ready for school.

. . . .

Okay you think the story is funny. But I can plainly understand. I mean, what's the big deal anyway. All kids go through this at some time, right? Well, the thing is this...she's only six years old.

Now before some of you think I am going diving into the deeper end of the pool, let me explain.

Firstly, I guess I am just expressing what every parent tends to think of when they hit that "boyfriend/girlfriend" stage in their children's lives. And if you have a son or daughter this age (or somewhere in that gradeschool timeline), I guessing you will eventually run into this sometime soon yourself. But more importantly, I already understand this world has this way of creeping up on us. Even more surprising is how it affects our children and tries to make them grow up much faster than they should. And every day, it creeps closer and closer. Sometimes you can see it coming from a mile away; other times it is very subtle. Reality check? Things I remember not experiencing until high school are now occuring with kids as early as middleschool. And sometimes, even gradeschool. That's an eye-opener.

Though I certainly believe 'Elijah's' intentions for my kindergarten-aged daughter were non-egregious, and I don't believe my daughter would have run off and gotten married to this boy resulting from these playground actions anytime soon, it does go to show how quickly our kids are forced to engage a world that pits kids against older-aged situations every day. Honestly, I'm not ready for her to begin thinking of what a 'boyfriend' is, nor why she needs one. Let alone what a 'girlfriend' is supposed to do! Being six years old is supposed to mean living an innocent existence, isn't it? At least, I thought it used to be.

Be it as it may, I cannot keep my daughter as a six year old forever. And I also cannot be there when she eventually faces every situation as she grows up. But I do believe God has intended a plan for our kids to live with simple innocence as long as we can allow as parents.

Of course, there will come a time when those things change and they are thrust into the complexities this world contains. We cannot shield them forever, obviously, but we can help them along the way. Help them understand God's love and plan for our lives. The Bible outlines that plan for each of us, be it as adolescents or adults. And knowing and applying that plan can hopefully help us not become so caught up in this world.

My desire for my daughter is that she understands God has a plan for her life. That growing up will come in time, and that playing on the playground can be and should be as simple and innocent as God intended it to be for her.

Honestly, I don’t mind dealing with those simpler dilemmas where my daughter yells, "My (little) brother is in my room dancing in his underwear, and he won't get OUT!" Sigh. I enjoy those days. And I know, some day, those days will end.

From the Inside Out

Recently, I was reading in Romans and a verse just stuck out at me. Romans 12:2 says, "Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will." Now I have heard that verse many times over throughout my life, but I'll plainly admit it: this was the first time I had really focused on it and allowed it to take hold of me the way it should have long ago.

Okay, that was God's first nudge. And you oughta know, He never stops there.

This past weekend, a group of us leaders took 39 middle schoolers from our youth group to Winter Blast retreat. It's sort of a mini-camp in winter where kids from all around the area can come together and conversationalize, play indoor/outdoor games, pray and learn, and allow us leaders to just love on them. In short, it rocked. Our teaching series centered on the theme of connections; about how we connect with God and others. It was also about how easy it is for us to focus on the stuff of this world, and lose focus on what's most important...connecting with a God who really truly loves and cares for us.

Now I am wondering if I might have gotten more out of it than the kids did. Okay, I'm not saying they didn't soak it up or feel God's conviction in their lives, because so many of them obviously did. But it was amazing just how much the theme really hit it for me, more than I realized it would.

God began convicting me of my own connections. Like what was most important to me, what really stood out to others about me, and where He stood in all of it. And it was sobering.

Just how often do I try to cram myself into the mold this world has to offer—to be someone I'm not, or to have something I obviously do not need—only to realize that no matter how hard I try, it still leaves me feeling wanting, or worse, unwanted. By filling myself, my mind, with all the things that shouldn't be important, all I'm doing is conforming to this world. And I am pushing away God.

Basically, I've come to realize that everything I am shows to those 6th grade guys I lead. I mean co'mon, it's hard to hide who you are when you're teaching this stuff. But can a leader effectively lead if they're not fully connecting the way they should be themselves? That by conforming to the world around us, don't we know that we slowly degrade ourselves, and bring down those around us who might actually look up to us? How can we stand before God knowing we aren't really in the game?

Reality check. These guys look up to us (me) for...a comforting shoulder to lean on when things get them down, a positive word of encouragement when everything or everyone seems to fail them, answers they don't or won't have to the questions about God and life.

They are seeking someone, anyone, to connect with. They look for leadership. And not just the friendship that we sometimes tend to give them instead; they desire to be mentored. To be taught that there is a God who cares about them, desires to know them personally, and wants to show us His will. They want to know He is real.

Now, truthfully, how can I lead effectually if my will is not God's?

Romans 12:2 simply says to let go of the things this world tends to get us caught up in: Be it gossip, slander, arrogance, selfishness, or possibly your computer, game system, television, cellphone...whatever holds us and our minds down and inhibits us from creating and maintaining that true connection with God.

And that by letting all of those inhibitors go, only then can we honestly surround ourselves from the inside out with that which God intended...His will for our lives.

Here is video from a favorite Hillsong United song of mine. Listen to the words to catch a little of what I am saying here:

A thousand times I've failed
Still your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
Still I'm caught in your grace

Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame
My heart and my soul, Lord I give you control
Consume me from the inside out Lord
Let justice and praise become my embrace
To love You from the inside out

Your will above all else, my purpose remains
The art of losing myself in bringing you praise

God, I ask you to renew my mind. Help me not become so caught up in the things of this world, but instead let me lose myself in You. Allow me to lead effectively and faithfully, and not be a distraction from You or Your will. Help me to continue to apply Your will to my life, and in turn, to those lives around me.

Down by the River

Reading "50/50" by Dean Karnazes today, I ran across this very insightful viewpoint regarding an intriguing contrast of both passion and motivation in regards to running. Here is an excerpt from his book:

The best way I know to overcome low motivation for running is to get back in touch with the source of my passion to run. Motivation and passion are somewhat different. Passion is an overwhelming love for the experience of a favorite activity. Motivation is a drive to engage in an activity based on some reward the activity offers beyond the simple enjoyment of the experience itself. When you have great passion for running, or anything else, you don't need any extra motivation. But motivation without passion can only take you so far.

Nonrunners become runners by developing a passion for running. But runners often take their running in directions that distance them from the source of their passion. Trading the simple joy of running for a focus on competition is the classic scenario... That being said, there is no question that setting event goals can be a powerful motivator for runners, and it has had a positive effect on my moral in the past. Looking forward to a specific event goal has a way of making each individual training motivation level high. However, goals only have this effect when they are appropriate, and when they are viewed with the proper perspective. For example, if you set a goal to run a marathon as a way to impress others, it probably won't keep you motivated. Goals have to come from the heart. They must represent achievements that you desire for yourself. And if you place too much importance on any goal, then it won't keep you motivated. If achieving a certain finishing time in your next marathon becomes the only thing about your running that matters to you, then you may not enjoy the process of training for that marathon. Sure, achieving a goal can be rewarding, but it's the journey--not reaching the destination--that brings true fulfillment.

Okay, I sheepishly admit...I secretly love playing dodgeball with the church youth on Wednesday nights. I'm certainly not an dodgeball expert, because frequently you'll see me being completely owned by those who are younger and, realistically, more expertly-trained than I. But even though I am clearly not the dodgeball professional I aspire to be, I still utterly enjoy it. You could say I have a passion for it. Now, if Jon were to make good on his regular promises of fist-fulls of candy to the winning team, rather than only his "undying love and affection", things might change. However, I am thinking that still wouldn't affect the outcome of the game for me. Though such motivation is obviously good and all, just the act of this favorite pastime, shared with our group of middle-schoolers, is simply more than enough to suffice.

Sure, some runners say that running and motivation go hand-in-hand. That by seeking motivation first, the desire to run (and run successfully) will surely follow. I can relate to this. Who wouldn't say that motivation isn't a strong stimulator? I'm certainly not denying the effect that it has on pushing us out of a warm bed at those freakeshly-early morning times, or the response that it develops in us as we inevitably work increasingly harder towards prized goals. That's life. Without motivation, most of us wouldn't tackle the hard stuff. But remember, if all you strive for is a set of results, then that motivation is inevitably going to keep you locked on a one-way path headed towards lack of enthusiasm.

Dean is obviously onto something here. It seems that some of us have forgotten the basics of how powerful passion can be within our lives, as well within our running.

Can you remember back to the original enthusiasm that brought you to running in the first place? Maybe it was the liberation from your own self-doubt...you know, those limitations you thought that eternally separated you from the casual runner you'd see time to time running across town, seemingly without a care in the world. Or how about the courage your running developed...the desire to experience or do something you thought previously wasn't possible, and the glorious self-awakening you felt when you did it. The rush of endorphins, and the knowledge that by breaking through those limitations you had found a hidden runner inside yourself.

I feel that running and passion go hand-in-hand. That, by finding and remembering your passion (and making this a running foundation), your motivation and the success of your running will surely follow. It's all about getting back to those basics. Back to the acceptance that some goals may or may not be reached, a race may or may not be finished, a PR may or may not be set...it's acceptance. It's back to running for and with a passion, and letting the motivation grow from there.

I like this quote by Jesse Owens -- "I always loved running...it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs." How true this is, that when you break running down to its very core, the single strongest element that encourages and pushes us is the passion from which it was originally developed.

I'm just like you. I have my days of good running, and some days of bad running. My motivational levels swing up and down, much like the thermometer currently outside. Today was clearly one of those days where the pool of motivation was lower than normal. But then I found an old trail down by the river, and for an hour I simply ran. Through four inches of fresh snow, patches of ice and sharp gusts of wind, I ran. Thoughts from the pressing matters of life dropped away for a few brief moments, and somewhere along the way the passion was found again.

And in finding this, I kept right on running.

Tomorrow's Pursuit

Tomorrow is the big day! After months of constant planning and preparation, tomorrow morning I will be once again donning the hat of race co-directer as I assist a friend in facilitating a crowd of close to 900 runners for Des Moines' annual Capital Pursuit road races.

When Tom originally asked me to co-direct this year's race with him, I was a bit skeptical. Not of the race, but more of myself. It wasn't that I hadn't any experience in race directing before, because I have. However, adventure races have much less participation generally, maybe a couple hundred at best. I was more worried I didn't have the right type of experience. I mean, this was a bonafide road race, and a well respected area race at that...one we could expect possibly over 750 participants to sign up for, with likely a myriad of situations and expectations to plan for that I'd not dealt with before. My head swam a little as his offer initially began to sink in. Could I do this?

But the concerns all vanished. My mind quickly went back to one of the sole reasons why I love the running community so much...the fact that they are such a wonderfully giving crowd. How, time after time, in race after race, I have unceasingly been met with a fresh, smiling face...whether from a volunteer at a packet pickup, an exuberant individual helping from a water station along the course, or the blessed individual who places that finisher medal around my neck at the end. And I couldn't imagine any reason why not to give back.

As you can obviously see, my blog (as well as many other projects lately) has taken a slight step back due to the busyness that directing has called for me to do. In the last few days alone, I've spent my time calling on t-shirt orders, tracking down final shipments of finisher medals, and picking up loads of fruit for our post-race activities. Last night, we held our first packet pickup session and saw an overwhelming amount of last-minute race registrations...always a good indication of this race's particular popularity and success.

Though I am somewhat weary and a little sleep-deprived, tomorrow's event will be seen as a personal success in my own eyes; the culminating mark of a dream I've had for years of directing an actual running road race. And you know, somehow I know it won't be my last.

Well, wish me luck!

Race Report: Grandmas Marathon

Race: Grandmas Marathon
Date: June 21, 2008
Location: Duluth, MN
Official Time: 4:54:06
Pace/Mile: 11:12

We're finally back from a very relaxing vacation in the northwoods...a much needed respite from all the rain and flooding concerns we've been accustomed to over the past few weeks. Fortunate for me, my basement remained dry during my absence and I was able to spend my focus on camping with the family, as well as a little running.

This past weekend marked my 15th Grandmas Marathon - an all-time race favorite of mine for well over two decades now. It seems, I just can't resist the scenic course as it winds down along the shores of Lake Superior from Two Harbors to Canal Park in Duluth. It's a race that has grown immensely in the past few years, likely due to the heavenly location and hoards of enthusiastic spectators. Our family has created a nice little tradition of heading up a day or two before the big event, then spend a few days after camping and exploring along the northshore. Of course, having family and friends along for the ride is an additional pleasure, enjoying s'mores around a late night campfire and experiencing the outdoor splendor together. And, also fortunate for me, they happen to be the best chase group a runner could ever hope to have.

This year's Grandmas Marathon happened to be one for the record books. A total of 9,888 entries, 7,103 starters and 6,759 timed finishers. Wow, that's a lot of runners. I really need to begin putting that into perspective, because soon I'll be swimming in deeper waters when the New York Marathon comes around in later fall. Still, it's a sight to see on a normally quiet stretch of lakeshore drive at 7:00AM in the morning. And as my dad once put it, it's "a sea of humanity to behold".

We arrived around mid-afternoon on Thursday at our designated camping spot in Jay Cooke State Park, a few scant miles outside of Carlton, MN, where we set up our campers. This area just 20 miles southwest of Duluth happens to be one of the most beautiful parks in the region, with miles of hiking trails and the St. Louis River running through it all. It also happens to be where I graduated from many long years ago, so I was already familiar with the area and able to take the family on a few adventurous excursions off the beaten path. One of these being a trip to the secret beach just past the old trail-trestle bridge bikepath crossing, where you can find ample amounts of agates and loads of flat stones. I'm guessing we spent nearly an hour just skipping rocks over the river with the kids one morning. (Shhhhh...don't tell anyone I told you.)

The next morning, after a hearty campfire breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes, hashbrowns, skillet biscuits, etc. (need I go on?), we headed over to the DECC center in Duluth to pick up the customary race packet and wander the expo. However, upon arriving I happened to do one of the dumbest things ever while vacationing...that is, locking your keys in the car. I really don't know yet how I did it, except that I was removing unnecessary keys to lessen the clutter in my pockets and accidentally switched the sets in my hand. The set I threw into the console happened to be minivan key. I think I realized it the moment I shut the door, to which I let out a gigantic sigh in disbelief. A blessing for us, some wonderful volunteers at the expo info booth knew of a local locksmith, and within 20 minutes the key was back in my hands and we were inside cruising the crowds…$40 dollars less to spend. Unbelievable.

After spending way too much time walking the expo, we headed outside where we signed the children up for the annual Whipper Snapper Races for kids. That was a blast! Each child received a race number and a finisher ribbon for their efforts. I even broke down and bought them each their own official shirts to commemorate the fun event.

After our trip into Duluth, we traveled back to Cloquet and enjoyed a tasty pre-race pasta meal consisting of lasagna and pizza at the local Sammy's Pizza. For the past few years, this has become our carbo loading hangout-of-choice, with more than enough choices for everyone in the group. It's really a diamond in the rough...check it out if you ever have the chance. Happily, we also were able to dine with a couple of friends who lived in the area and enjoyed good conversation for a couple hours. Later that night after returning to our camp, we roasted a fair share of s'mores around the fire and soon turned in for about 5-6 hours of sleep before our early morning 5AM wake up alarm sounded.

And race morning came early indeed. My wife and I quickly set about busily packing the van with our race support materials (which consisted of bananas, orange slices, gatorades, sunscreen and Endurolytes) and sleepy-eyed children. After dropping off an extra family vehicle at the DECC center where the race would eventually end at, we combined forces for the remaining drive up the Hwy 61 bypass to the North Shore Road starting area just south of Two Harbors where a huge mass of racers and spectators waited. After taking my time stretching out with the kids and getting a round of good luck hugs from all, I trotted off to squeeze myself into the starting chute just minutes before the race was to commence. Packed together like sardines with thousands of other runners, we spent a brief moment of silence to honor last year's champion, Wesly Ngetich, who recently had been fatally shot due to ethnic disputes in his native African homeland. After the tribute, we pressed forward in anticipation like waddling penguins as we listened to the all-too-familiar strains of "Chariots of Fire" float across the loudspeakers, signaling the countdown to the start of the race. Moments later, the gun sounded and we were off.

Well, sort of. By my watch it took me over a full four minutes just to cross the official starting line from where I had been standing. That's a lot of people on a roadway only 25 feet wide! Starting the timer on my watch, I settled in for a good pace and began my mental calculations for time splits and possible hydration stops. However, as I look back now, I think I may have started off strong. Too strong. One of the cardinal rules of running a marathon is to hold back just enough during the first half so you'll have enough to hopefully match your pace during the latter half. Unfortunately for many runners, including me, the weather was a bit too warm to notice until further on. Coupled with the unusual humidity, this race was going to be different than the cooler races in years past.

By the time we ran through Knife River Harbor past the five-mile mark, where my posse greeted me with my prescribed dose of Endurolytes, the effects of the heat were already beginning to show. Though I still held a smile, my normally sufficient pace of ~9:00 per mile was slowly beginning to erode away. Though the starting temp had to be in the higher 60's, much of the initial course is far from the shores of the lake with no winds to speak of. Rather, the trees on either side of the roadway act more like a barrier and trap much of the rising morning heat. Add to that the rains we had experienced the past couple of days leading up to the race, it was starting to feel like a pressure cooker. And I could tell a majority of the runners were beginning to feel it as well, as racers began hugging the left portion of the roadway where shade from the trees was still available. I decided to slow it down a couple of notches, to lessen the chance of hydration and possible cramping later.

Miles 6-12 were relatively uneventful, except for the high-five I got from Al Franken along the course, and spent just shadowing any available runners who approximated the pace I was feeling most comfortable with. But by the time I reached the halfway point (13.1 miles) and saw my support crew, I had slowed down to around 10:30 per mile...well less than I had anticipated. Re-assessing the conditions and my pace, I knew my shot at a finishing time of sub-4:15 was just not to be had this day around. Instead, I set a new goal of 4:30-4:45 in order to allow myself a bit of leeway for additional water breaks and an occasional fast-walk.

Around mile 18, we emerged from the scenic North Shore Drive near Lester Park and transitioned onto London Road. My crew met me shortly after with a ziplock full of the most tasty orange slices this side of heaven, definitely one of those must-haves in the later stages of any marathon...man, those guys are great! Then, tanking up on water and Ultima drink, I headed off towards the finish line only a 10K away.

I felt the tightening in my calves a mile or so later at mile 21. At this point I knew I'd be glad to finish with anything under 5:00 and shifted my goal to "just finishing". With Lemon Drop Hill looming before me at mile 22, I scrapped conservatism and made it a point to run the entire length up, passing a rather large majority of walking runners. However, my calves thanked me for it by persuading me to back off for a block or so at the top. Oh well, at least I hadn't let the infamous hill beat me. Now, on to the finish.

Following London Road up onto Superior Street, we began the final leg through the downtown streets of Duluth. Here, the crowds lined the streets for blocks, and the cheering from the crowds of onlookers was close to deafening. It's one of the best reasons while I love Grandmas Marathon so much. Passing the 25 mile mark, we turned left for a short downhill trip around the DECC center and along the harbor edge. Summoning the last of my reserves, I changed from the shuffle-run I'd been using to keep my stiff and sore muscles from barking too loudly to a semi-respectable stride rate for the final few hundred meters...and came across the finish line at 4:54:06.

Just past the finish line, I found my wife yelling estatically from over the crowd control fence and gave her a big hug and kiss. Grabbing my finisher medal, as well some orange juice for replenishment and snack items galore, I met up with my family by the Marine Museum where I gladly rested my weary feet and shared my vast goodies with the kids.

While I didn’t beat my goal time, I am pleased with the overall result. Finishing has always my key goal. Knowing when to back off and refocus your efforts just to save your race is something I learned many a race ago. And while a sub 4:15 would have been nice (heck, I would have loved a sub 4:00), the course conditions eventually took their toll on a majority of us runners that day. But it was still a beautiful day, even if I hobbled a little back to the car.

Next long-distance race up...New York Marathon!

100th Blog: Running For Something

Well, today marks my 100th blog post for the Pursuit of Runningness. It's rather funny...I suppose if you would have asked me a year ago what a blog was, I'm not quite sure I could have provided you with an accurate answer. However, since starting this blog last fall I've rapidly learned what this resource is and can do. The blog has allowed me a chance to connect with friends, family, and new running acquaintances, while also allowing me to provide some plausibly interesting and individualistic commentary on life's adventures...primarily through the focus of running and faith. And although I've occasionally found myself stumbling here and there (I'll plainly admit, my writing skills lack), I've come to realize now the outreach and influence that blogging is capable of. And I am ultimately thankful for the ability to have this freedom, not to mention the relationships it has generated.

However, today isn't about a bloggy, journalistic celebration. Because the blog will continue on, much like my running and my faith. Instead, this 100th post is devoted to a vision of combining these two in a more unique way. It's about running for something.

Up until recently, you couldn't have expected me to believe that I will be running in one of the grandest of all marathons to be held later this year...the ING New York Marathon. But what started as a improbable dream has become one of the truest of all running realities for me this spring. That's when I'd learned ING would be accepting me as a sponsored runner for their November event. Admittedly, it gave me more than just goosebumps…it made me realize how blessed I am to be able to run in something I'd always hoped for. To be honest, the ability to run this race has been a longtime dream-in-making for this aging runner. And I know it will be something I cherish for many years to come. But competing in an event of its magnitude has recently led me to consider the question...why me, why now?

I mean, I have been relatively happy running in the Midwest up until now. My typical marathon circuit has consisted of trading off between Grandmas Marathon in MN and the Des Moines Marathon in my hometown. So why do I feel as though everything has effortlessly worked out for me to go to this fall? For example, take the totally unexpected sponsored entry, the cheap airfare we found for my wife and I, the discounted hotel accomodations (cheap for NYC standards) just mere blocks away from where I'll catch a bus to the starting line, as well as my wife's unexpected but totally enthusiastic response of "we're going!" when it all started going down...it just all seems to be fitting some sort of a plan. And although it seems beyond my comprehension at times, I honestly feel God has had a purpose for my participation from the start. I know He wants to use this race for His good.

As you have seen more than once on my blog, I've been following Ryan Hall's story for quite some time now. Ryan is a very gifted athlete who won last fall's 2008 U.S. Olympic Team Trials Marathon and will be racing the men's marathon event at the Bejing Olympics this summer. He also happens to be a man of deep faith and a firm believer of using the gifts God has given us to make a difference. Recently, Ryan and his wife teamed up with World Vision as a way to generate attention and raise funds to help support children and families in AIDS impacted communities in Africa. World Vision happens to be a Christian humanitarian organization dedicated to working with children, families and their communities worldwide to provide things like: clean water, health care, nutritious food, education, and economic opportunities. Their Team World Vision organization has provided a simple way of giving everyday athletes the ability to reach beyond their own goals to where help is needed most.

In 1-John 3:18 it says, "let us not love with words or tongue, but with actions and truth." Now, I know it's easy as a runner to set a goal of achieving a personal best in an event…it can be challenging, exhilarating, and satisfying on a deeply personal level. But there's more to experience and a larger impact that can be made - one that goes further than one can ever dream. For far too many years, I'll admit these races have been about me and my goals. So this year I want to purposefully set a goal that goes beyond me. I guess sometimes running accomplishments in and of themselves are empty without being done for a greater purpose.

After some long and careful consideration, I've decided that I would like to give my training and upcoming NYC experience a purpose. I've come to realize that there is something bigger than me - and it's time to take some action on its behalf. And I've decided as a way of running for something (rather than just "in" something) I am going to partner with Team World Vision for the 2008 ING New York Marathon on Nov 2. After talking with their sponsorship director, I feel this is an inspiring opportunity to hopefully combine my efforts with others to provide something to those who so desperately need it right now.

Up front, I want to clarify that the donations I will be asking for will not used to financially support me or the race in my behalf, and that all funds will be collected and used solely by World Vision for their outreach programs worldwide. Basically, what I am doing is joining a team of like-minded athletes who are using their particular racing event to help raise awareness and funds for some of the world's most vulnerable children.

Throughout the fundraising process, I'll keep track of these donations through a personal Team World Vision website where you will be able to see the numbers grow until the actual marathon event is over. (Currently, World Vision is working to add the ING New York Marathon to their list of team events, and I am waiting for this to be available. When it is ready, I'll be providing more information on my blog, as well as sending it directly to friends and family, about how you can participate.)

If you have EVER in your heart wanted to donate to a worthwhile cause such as this, but just couldn't decide the best way to do it, why not use "such a time as this" to support my efforts through Team World Vision by making a one-time donation?

Here are a few examples of how such a simple, one-time gift would be used:

• $25.00.....provides basic lifesaving medicines and supplies to those who are weak or ill, or helps pay educational support for a child's school fees and essentials like uniforms, backpacks, and school supplies.
  
  
• $30.00.....sends either seeds, tools, and training in Africa that can help thousands of hungry families survive, or goes to prevent starvation (every day, 14,000 children die by the suffering caused by hunger).
  
  
• $50.00.....provides either livestock to a family that would supply a village or family with eggs, milk or even wool, or access to safe water and sanitation that can cut a community's child mortality rate by half.

A donation does not need to consist of much - even a few dollars will help; just whatever your heart leads you to give.

In summary, I simply feel God has given me the ability to do what I enjoy the most. Now I want to do my best to honor Him by using that ability to help others. And hopefully, by teaming with World Vision, maybe I can somehow use this gift to help bring a little hope to children and families in areas directly impacted by poverty, disease, natural disaster and war, who need it most right now.

Seeing the current events occurring around the world, I know we can all say the opportunities certainly abound to lend a hand. Maybe it's time to put a little hope in motion.

Thanks for your consideration & stay tuned for more info -
Mike

Update: If you would like to make a donation, please visit my World Vision Firstgiving page at http://www.firstgiving.com/mikeeilers.

Faith Running

It’s been nearly six months since Ryan Shay collapsed and died 5.5 miles into the Men’s Olympic Marathon Trials. Leaving his wife, Alicia, a widow just months after their marriage, that day literally sent shock waves through the running community. Recent autopsy results said Ryan died of an irregular heartbeat due to an enlarged heart. He had been cleared to compete by doctors who knew about his condition and was a contender in the 26.2-mile trials.

For Alicia, the past six months have been a period of mourning while figuring out what to do next. You see, Alicia and Ryan Shay shared many dreams as a newlywed couple. One of them was qualifying for the Olympics together. But now, she has been left to fulfill this dream on her own.

On Sunday, Shay faces her first career race since Ryan's death; the Cardinal Invitational 10,000m in Stanford, California, where she once broke the collegiate record. And providing a recent abdominal muscle problem doesn't worsen, it will take her another crucial step closer towards the Olympic dream. But this time, that step will ultimately come without Ryan's supportive sideline encouragement she used to enjoy.

"It is so difficult," says Shay. "What I'm coming to realize is that I miss Ryan so much I can't even explain it. I miss my best friend... (but) I have to realize my life is not over. I have to take the strength he left me and the love and the amazing time I had with him. I believe everyone has a wonderful purpose in life. That's what gives me hope and strength every day."

Her plans now carry her forward, towards running at the U.S. Olympic track and field trails in June in Eugene, Oregon. Here she will hopefully get the chance to earn her berth into this summer's Olympics, and grab hold of that dream that Ryan and her once shared.

Shay says, "I believe the Lord uses these situations to help people and be a source of strength to people. I don't believe Ryan died for that purpose. I believe God knows the number of our days, and Ryan passed on."

"I hope that through his death other people take away the reality that our life can be short. Ryan lived with so much passion and love in his heart. My prayer is that people will take that into their own life."

Monday Mind-Dump

Monday thoughts and happenings...

• The warmer weather seems to be here, or at least it has been for the past couple of days now...it's great! It makes running so much more enjoyable. I suppose I need to consider pulling my lawnmower out of hibernation, but am I really ready for that ritual to begin already?
  
  
• Preparations for the Drake On-The-Roads 1/2 marathon (see photo of Drake Stadium above) this coming Saturday are coming along. I ran some decent long mileage this past weekend, including a pleasant 10-miler along quiet fields on Saturday morning...seriously one of the reasons why I love running so early on weekends. Keeping with a little weekend post-run tradition, picked up donuts and chocolate milk for the kids, and skinny lattés for Laura and I...always a hit with the crowd.
  
  
• Enjoyed the evening with my wife at the BonJovi concert here in Des Moines last night. They rocked! Though the $40 t-shirts were a bit steeply priced, being able to finally experience "Wanted, Dead Or Alive" live was truely incredible and a dream come true for me since high school.
  
  
• Wednesday night's youth group is not happening this week. Actually bummed. However, our junior high lock-in on Friday is. This I'm really psyched for it...hoping to spend some fun time with the guys!
  
  
• Lately, I've been thinking about Romans 12:21 where it says, "do not be overcome by evil, but instead overcome evil with good". Ultimately, the defining moments of my life are not determined by the evil/bad being done to me, but really by my response through the grace of God. That's when I give up my desire to seek justice or fix things myself and place it in God's hands. And I realize, that's a tough thing to do sometimes...but it is absolutely necessary.

hy·dra·tion

hy·dra·tion, [hī-ˈdrā-shən] noun: the act or process of combining or treating with water in order to restore or maintain fluid balance; the quality or state of being or becoming hydrated, to restate balance.

I went for a run during my lunch today. It was around 40 degrees outside, heavily overcast and hinted at possible showers...all conditions I normally love to run in. Of course, I pondered the thought of changing the workout into an inside weight routine (not hoping for a cold to develop before my NYC trip), but I'm typically a glutton for punishment anyway so I grabbed my vest and running hat and headed out the door. Crossing over the river and into East Village, the tiny droplets inevitably began to fall; a few a first, then a steady stream followed. I pulled the brim of my hat down a bit lower and tucked my arms in closer to hopefully lessen my ability of being a direct target, but then realized the attempt was pointless. It didn't just shower, it rained...hard. Midway through my run, I faced the normal decision of turning back towards my downtown starting point or extending my outing by a few additional miles around Grays Lake. Again, my adventurous spirit took over and I plodded off down the wet trail in search of extra mileage, not willing to end this unique run so soon. By then I had become so accustomed to the cold and windy rain that I just let my feet carry me onward, while allowing my mind to wander.

I began thinking about this Thursday's Runner's Lounge topic on hydration. Though I am most assuredly no expert on the subject, I feel I do know a bit about hydration and its effects from my years of adventure racing. In that type of an event, you ultimately need to be quite sure of a few things come race day. That is: 1) that you are properly hydrated before the race even begins, 2) that you carry adequate hydration with you throughout the course, and 3) that you exercise proper fluid intake at predetermined intervals to achieve optimal athletic performance. We developed this practice where one of us teammates would set the timer of his/her watch to sound off once every 20 minutes, then we'd each take a nominal drink of fluid to help stave off any inklings of dehydration. I can remember back once, during the long biking portion of a sweltering 30+ hour race we were in, when a teammate of mine neglected this simple ritual and his body literally just shut down. Fortunately for him, we were near a farmhouse and were able to quickly find the assistance we needed. It was such a simple example of how crucial hydration is...and how without it the body can easily become unbalanced in many ways.

Okay, getting back to my run through the rain today. In allowing my mind to meander, I realized yet another type of hydration that we often do not consider. Okay, you know how some days are just so busy being filled with things to do, places to go, that they literally make your head spin, all the while wishing for that one rainy day when we can call in sick, just so we can stay at home and push the pause button on the remote of life, allowing ourselves that simple but rare moment of recharge? I've had those days. Well, running through the rain I remembered how hydration is not just important for my body, but how it is also essential for my spirit and soul. I guess I'm not talking about hydration as being the type of fluids you intake, but more like it being literally anything that allows you to become balanced, as in that shift or influence that helps enable us back into a sense of balance? You see, something that motivates you can also "hydrate" you.

Hydration for me is one of many things, one of which is running. It's funny how I can find enjoyment running outside in the cold rain, but I can. It's something I realize I like to do, that possibly many others do not find comfort in. Possibly I take joy in knowing it makes me unique. I also enjoy playing with my kids, even when they're jumping off the "high ropes" of the couch onto dear 'ole dad below. They and my wife both give me the insight and ability to ground myself in these ever-demanding days. If it weren't for them, I know my days would be just a blur. And just last night, I took a step outside my comfort zone and signed on to become a leader on our church youth leadership team. It was an awesome and humbling time hanging with those kids, not only from being totally owned in dodgeball (I have a few paypacks to deliver next week) but also from seeing their open minds and hearts yearning for attention and answers. Now, that really re-hydrates me.

I suppose hydration can easily be about the flavor of Gatorade you drink after a long run, or the complex fueling strategy you may have for your next race. But it's not just about the carbohydrates...it's about you. Consider for once how hydration can also have an effect on who you are and what you're made of.

We all need hydrating sometimes. What's your hydration method?

"Run For Your Life"

For those of you NYC runners out there, a much-anticipated documentary film Run For Your Life will be premiering at the 2008 Tribeca Film Festival in New York this Sunday, April 27th at 3:30pm EST.

Mentioned as the remarkable story of how one man ran for his life and inspired millions to do the same, the film centers on Fred Lebow. This is the man who founded the five-borough New York City Marathon which, in many people's opinion, is possibly the greatest marathon event ever put together. Widely considered one of the most influential and unlikely American icons, Lebow fled his orthodox home in war-torn Europe and found his calling when he brought together a ragtag group of runners for the first NYC Marathon in Central Park. In 1976, Lebow took the race through all five boroughs, bringing a divided city together and sparking a worldwide fitness boom. Lebow lived for the NYC Marathon yet only ran the five borough race once, in a race against the odds. He passed away in 1994 at the age of 62.

An added bonus, the film also includes the last known interview with Ted Corbitt, an Olympian and pioneering African-American runner who founded what would become the New York Road Runners Club (NYRR). Known as the “Jackie Robinson of running,” Corbitt died while the film was being made, on December 12, 2007.

Directed by Judd Erlich, this inspirational tribute shows how one man's imagination, determination, and love for running created one of the world's most popular sporting events.

If you are looking for a preview of this soon-to-be runner classic, check it out below.

"Spirit of the Marathon" Review

A friend and I went to see the movie "Spirit of the Marathon" tonight at the local theatre. Two words: humbling and inspiring. For any runner, or anyone who hangs out with runners, this is a jewel of a film. Just the type of thing I've needed lately to give my running engine a kickstart.

The movie is an award-winning documentary that follows six runners in their quest to complete the Chicago Marathon: two elite runners, two first timers, one aspiring to qualify for Boston, and one man in his seventies who has already completed a few marathons. It perfectly captures the obsessive nature of battling the monster that is the marathon. Whether it's the pre-sunrise runs, the solo 20-milers or the sea of strewn paper cups on the course, it's all there. I felt the movie was a genuine reflection of what I've personally seen and experienced in my many years of marathoning ... both the highs and the lows. If you're considering becoming a runner/marathoner, this movie is a good one to see.

I don't know about you, but I am now totally psyched for the 2-3 marathons I have scheduled for this year! This film has breathed a little fresh air into why I love running so much, and why I strive to endure running the marathon distance on a yearly basis. To see everyday people, beginning runners on up to professional athletes, struggle and strive in the same set of circumstances as I am ... that's motivational.

Nobody will ever say running - or running a marathon, for that matter - is easy, but just like you sometimes I need a gentle reminder that I'm not the only person out there who struggles. Let's face it, every runner experiences their own ups and downs, and finding motivation is often a very necessary step in achieving that running goal. This movie helped me to remember I'm not the only one on this planet who has their own personal training woes to deal with.

For a different and equally informative review of the movie (would this constitute him as Siskel to my Ebert?), check out Topher's blog.

A Reason To Give Back

I've been meaning to expand on something I presented in my Valentine's Day post this past week regarding how to keep your love for running alive. It deals with the aspect of "spreading the love" of running to others and giving something back to your running community. And it's also a topic that I feel very strongly about myself. We're talking about the selfless act of volunteering.

Being a past race director, as well as a volunteer of multiple events myself, I've seen this need firsthand, from both sides of the proverbial race fence. I can understand the genuine need out there for willing people to step up and assist in local races. Let's face it: events today literally take dozens (in some cases, hundreds) of dedicated volunteers to help make race day successful. And without compassionate people to assist, most of our local events would not exist. Think about it: it's these volunteers, who graciously give of their time, that help make it possible for us athletes to compete in a fun, safe, and organized way.

Why should I volunteer? Well, if you have a love for running, maybe you should instead ask yourself do I enjoy helping others? Do I like meeting new friends and fellow runners? Do I have a yearning to learn more about how races work? Do I want to give something back? I think that if you said "yes" to any of those questions, possibly you need to consider involving yourself more. Volunteering at a race is a unique opportunity to get to know your local race director, as well as meet new runners. It can also be a wonderful way to learn a few new skills and help further a local running cause or support a racing organization. And what a great way to make a positive difference in your community!

Just consider how many ways you can potentially involve yourself. Most races have a laundry list of assignments in need of capable persons willing to provide action. Such activities as packet stuffing, packet pickup, aid stations, start and finish line duties, course marshaling, course and runner security, medical, expo, marketing and public relations, set-up and clean-up, and race operations ... and these are typically only a few of the positions available. Let's face it: there are multitudes of ways we can insert ourselves into the mix. We just need to step up.

But why volunteer when I can just watch? Because you'll gain valuable knowledge about what it takes to put an event together, develop an admiration for those who spend countless hours putting it all together, receive a little adulation from your fellow runners, and possibly even score some great event schwag. Most of all, you will be participating in enabling the passion you share for running with people just like you. Not only will you be as much a part of the action as the racers themselves, but you'll be giving back in a special way appreciated by all those people you helped to cross that finish line.

So, if you'd like to give something besides money, I challenge you to consider lending your time and talents to the types of organizations that are important to you. The runners you help will appreciate you more than you can ever imagine for helping them obtain their dream.

Pursue the adventure - run hard and run long.

Falling in Running Love, Again

At first, you couldn't get enough of each other. The grass was greener, the sky was bluer, there was a bounce in your step. You were running on air. But as the weeks turned into months, and the months dragged into years, things changed. One day, it hits you: you've lost that spark. You're going through the motions. The thrill, as they say, is gone. So where did things go wrong? And more important, can you rekindle the flame?

I'm talking about our love for running here, folks. And your relationship with your running, just like most relationships, takes work. Here are some ideas to keep your love alive:

Respect. Running is wonderful, but if you don't respect its power, it can lash out in painful ways. Acknowledge the rigors of the sport, as well as your own limits. Translation: Don't over-reach. If the farthest you've ever run is 8 miles, don't attempt a half-marathon tomorrow. If you're accustomed to running every other day, don't go daily all at once. Show running the respect it deserves, and it will treat you right.

Spontaneity. Familiarity doesn't have to breed contempt. You know all those vacation days you've amassed? Why not use one some random weekday, and go for a long, relaxed run? Sleep in a bit and hit your favorite trail or route while everybody else is stuck at work.

Quality Time. Too many runners heap on the miles, setting themselves up to see running as nothing more than a number in the logbook. No wonder they fall out of love...what kind of relationship is that? Learn to spend time deeply breathing in the sweet spring air, watching a flock of geese winging overhead, marveling at the sheer physics of human locomotion. It'll beat miles of head-down slogging any day.

Flexibility. Not the touch-your-toes variety. We're talking about the give-and-take that is necessary for any relationship to survive. If your expectations are rigid, sooner or later something will break-most likely your spirit. Not only that, but adhering to your training schedule too obsessively may leave your priorities all out of whack. Running should bend to accommodate your life-not vice versa. If you're feeling crummy, be flexible enough to allow yourself a day without running.

Appreciation. Let's face it, our love for running is full of ups and downs. Some find themselves plagued by series of injuries along the way, while still others lose enthusiasm. Whatever it may be that keeps you from hitting the trail at times, remember to appreciate it for what it is, even if you're not out there. Running, essentially, is freedom. It's your chance to get away, to reconnect, to focus or unwind. It helps us stay healthy and fit, many times encouraging us to push the envelope, but to also remember our limitations. And sometimes, it just teaches us to be humble and know we are human. For some it is as simple as answering the age-old question of why: "Because I can."

Spread the Love. Every relationship is a two-way street, and the more you put into it, the more you'll get out. There are plenty of ways to "give something back" to the running community. From volunteering at a local race, to assisting your local high school cross-country coach, to encouraging a sedentary friend to join you for a short weekly jog. You'll feel better about yourself, and being around new runners will rejuvenate your own love for the sport.

So what are we left with? The initial thrill of the beginning runner inevitably fades. You can't stay gaga forever. The good news is that beneath the infatuation is something even better, more mature, and ultimately more rewarding-a love that will sustain you for years to come.

- Runner's World

Race Report: 2007 Living History Farms XC, Part 2

It's brisk and chilly at 9:00 a.m. and I'm surrounded by over 6,800 of my closest cross country runner friends, not including the palpable estimation of a few thousand spectators pressing against the fences nearby, as the race starts. I miss the actual moment and fumble to start my watch timer, somehow thinking that an exact recording will end with a credible result in my favor later on. Though we could ultimately view the lead runners heading off at full gazelle-like speeds, over the tops of thousands of winter hats and a few spikey blue haired individuals in front of us, the unfortunate fact is my group of seven individuals would end up waiting a long couple of mintues before the crowd we were in would actually begin to move forward. Moreover, we would not even approach the semblance of running until closer to four minutes into the race. I turned and grinned at my friend Ryan ... ah, Living History Farms is back! And as always, this was going to be an experience we wouldn't soon forget.

Now, the sheer fact of hosting a race with seven thousand runners has its own logistic impacts, but by combining this with such a unique cross country course setting it is simply an incredible experience to be a part of. Finding our way out of the starting area and skirting the edges of the 1875 historic replica town, we clicked off the first mile of our adventure and began our trek west towards the outlying countryside. A quick jaunt through the tunnel which leads runners under the I-35 highway elicited a thundering collaboration of hooting and hollering, which echoed for miles I'm sure. Following the dusty roadway past a large barn and horse-powered farm from the early 1900's, we slowly wound our way onto an uneven and slightly rutted field lane which would carry us for the remainder of mile 2.

Here is where the race ends with the pagentry and gets down to the nitty-gritty that all of us runners love so much. The lane abruptly ended on the edge of an corn field and runners were faced with the actual "cross country" aspect many of them had never prepared themselves for. First, we tackled a small hill to climb up into the field, then we proceeded to dodge the deep ruts and old cornstalks as the course curved us around the outer edge of the field and down into a basin area with a few ponds. Carefully rounding each of these water hazards, we blazed our own trail up a long hill towards the north and into a shallow field as our third mile marker quickly approached. With barely enough time to catch our breath, the course then pulled us directly into the woods for the first of MANY creek crossings we would endure. After a leap of faith and cold water up to our ankles, we dug our hands into the muddy walls and clamored our way back out and onto the trail. Many up and down hills later, we emerged onto yet another corn field that would lead us back east and through an old 1700 Ioway Indian farmstead for the conclusion of mile 4. A small road out of the area then directed us back west towards the next challenge and deftly plunged us deep into the most difficult wooded section the course has to offer.

The next mile would be full of deep creeks and hills so steep that many offered climbing ropes just to scale. One such creek required us to make a decision to either cross via a bed of large rocks or choose to wade further downstream through waist-high water. As cold as that water was, we took the latter challenge and felt our bodies react with shock as we emerged. Needless to say, we needed a few moments afterward to allow our legs to thaw enough to return to our former speed. As we approached the next creek crossing, a sign promptly informed us to make a decision ... "Long and Easy" or "Short and Hard". Oh heck, we can never pass up the opportunity for war stories afterward and quickly chose the shorter route. As we passed the sign and rounded the bend, we were greeted by hundreds of runners thrashing through deep mud and water. I think it was here that I lost a shoe one year and had to dig it out before moving onward. I made sure it wouldn't happen again and took a running leap towards the far shoreline. I was lucky enough to land on solid ground and scrambled up the bank, then turned to help a few of our friends out. Once everyone was on dry land again, our troupe headed up the the horrendously steep hill, bypassing the ropes altogether and instead opting for a quicker route through the younger treeline to the right. This would lead us onto the earlier roadway that then took us back under I-35 and "closer" to civilization. Of course, we wouldn't spend much time getting used to the solid running surface and were quickly directed back down into another wooden portion that would yet again challenge our stamina with frequent hill climbs and decents. Ducking under a walking bridge filled to capacity with cheering onlookers, we dove down into the last of our creek challenges. With each getting progressively harder than the previous one, the final crossing called for us to traverse a mammoth 10+ foot deep crevasse filled with knee deep water and mud. This was itself a tough challenge, as the mud made it next to impossible to climb out the other side. Again, teamwork would save the day. The final leg of our journey was ahead.

Passing the sixth mile marker, we dug into the last of our endurance and slowly made our way up the long hill into a hay field. Normally in years past there would be large round bales of hay lining the final approach, all providing an optional climbing challenge to runners, but not to be this year. Once we reached the top of the hill, our path wound us again south and towards the finish in this little historic town. Rounding a few frontier-styled buildings and pouring on the gas for one final burst of speed, we enthusiastically crossed the line and congratulated each other. We had done it ... we had conquered LHF for yet another year!

A few donuts and a yogurt later, I packed it in and made my way slowly out of the parking area. Though I would face more than an hour's worth of traffic before I would reach home again, I reveled in the fact of how wildly popular and extraordinary this race truely is, and how thankful I was to have something like it to remind me of my desire for running. As most everyone who ran it knew, this race isn't about being swift or clean, though there had been a few of each there this day. The Living History Farms XC Race is more about community and comradery. It's an experience to remember, to share and be shared. And even with all the traffic and congestion runners typically experience each year due to the wild popularity of this race, none of it could ever come close to dousing its runners spirits. They'll only come back hungry for more.

The big question is, will I be back to brave this madness again next year? As my fellow Minnesotans would say, "you-betcha!" Enuff said. Hope you can join me.

The Race Of Life

The past week has been a blur for me in many regards, and I have inadvertently neglected the blog. It's just that I've been feeling fairly odd for the last couple of weeks and know that I am still not 100% with my health yet. Yeah, something to do with the possible side effects of the previous medication for my earlier strep throat. I have been to the doctor a few times now and they are running some additional tests to help rule out other possible bacterial infections. But I can only take so much of the blahs and busied myself over weekend with everything from yard work to winterizing and storing our camper. It felt so good to get outside and relish in the warm sunshine. I know these types of days are getting scarce now, and I've needed the chance to get things ready for the colder season that's coming.

Another activity I recently had to put on hold has been my running. Okay, if you're a runner yourself you know how tough this can be. Try curtailing the one daily activity that you love doing the most and see how you feel…in a nutshell, it's been strange. Not only that I haven't been out there pounding the pavement and trails, but it has been odd not having to constantly wash my workout clothing as I normally do at the end of each day, or consistently jot information down in my running journal as a way to keep track of mileage, time, and route data. So odd, in fact, that I couldn't stand it a minute longer and had to pull my running shoes back on. That's right, I'm back running…finally. Though I was cautious and kept the afterburners turned all the way down yesterday, I was able to crank out a respectable 5.75 miles. Oooh, it felt good. I chose a route through some of the most beautiful scenery downtown Des Moines has to offer. I just love this time of year…the vibrant and endless fall colors, the cascading leaves to run through, the brisk air with that hint of winter scent. Nothing like recharging the batteries. I think it allowed me to feel like I was still dedicated to my love for running; that it hadn't been forgotten or hadn't forgotten me. It was just what I've needed to help me feel normal again.

Reminding me of dedication is one of the great mega-distance runners of our time, Dean Karnazes. Dean has completed many spectacular feats, such as 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days, and running 350 continuous miles. I mean, this guy is built for ultra-endurance and ultra distances! Not only does it require phenomenal physical strength and stamina, but also endless and relentless training. It takes dedication, and he appears to be the epitome of this trait.

Remarkably, our approach to our spiritual fitness & dedication should be quite similar. Oh, it may not involve the same pain as running the Badwater Ultramarathon, an extreme 135 mile course that begins at 282 feet below sea level and finishes at an elevation of 8360 feet, but it does require serious focus and dedication. You see, God wants us to train not only our bodies but also our minds. In 1 Timothy 4:7-8, Paul writes, "...train yourself to be godly. For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come." The goal here is not spiritual muscle-flexing but godliness - a life that is pleasing to the Lord. Ultimately, God wants us to be prepared to serve him.

Running is an excellent way to train our bodies to be healthy and able, ready for whatever marathons we may run. Prayer and studying the Word also trains our minds to be strong and focused, ready for His service.

How well we train greatly affects how well we run our race of life. - David C. McCasland

Key thought: Godly exercise is key to godly character.

Running Unplugged

With talk of many USATF sponsored races beginning to either strongly discourage or prohibit the use of personal music devices, it's a good time to stress the need for all runners to always run wisely. Let's face it folks, runners and drivers are much more distracted today than ever before. And with the seasons changing, and less daylight to run in than the day before, a runner just needs to pay closer attention to traffic or their surroundings. No matter if you agree with the new ruling or not, I still feel each runner should educate him or herself on the safety hazards associated with wearing headphones or earbuds. Because there are far too many scary stories dealing with runners whose headphones were turned up so loud that they were completely oblivious to their surroundings.

Yes I'll admit, listening to music once in a while sure helps the miles go by for me. It can be easily used to get you in the mood to run, encourage you to tackle a formidable hill when you're out of breath, or press you to go the longer distance during a workout ... music can be a strong inspirational motivator. But equally as important as learning to properly run with music ... is learning to run without the music.

I've heard too many stories of runners who say they could never attempt a race without their music player, because that is how they train. But little do they realize, they are actually restricting themselves when it comes to what many feel is the true nature of running, and that is experiencing yourself and your surroundings. My advice to them would be to do themselves a favor ... learn the art of running unplugged. Find simple gratification in what a solitary run can do for you when there's nothing else to listen to but the sound of the roadway and your footsteps. Or quite possibly the sound of your own thoughts for a few quiet, precious moments. Don't be chained to the music player, be devoted to the road instead.

To be honest, I love listening to music as much as most of you. But I have to admit, it's when I run without my iPod that I think I appreciate the purity of running the most. In whatever choice you make, run smart and run safe.

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