Never Could I

“I could never do that!”

“There is no way I would ever be able to…”

“If I ever tried to do that I would die.”

How many times have you ever said one of the above sentences?  Over the years of my running experiences and sharing stories of all my adventures, the one comment that always pops into the conversation with a non-runner is “I could never run that far.”  We could be talking about three miles or a full marathon (26.2 miles).  In fact, there was a time many years ago when I said the same thing.  I once uttered “Never could I run 6 miles” during a conversation with someone who was getting ready to run a 10K race.  The thought of running 6.1 miles was insane and unattainable to me.  Not to mention, why in the world would I ever want to do that!  Here I am several years later with four marathons and several 5K, 10K and half-marathons races notched into my experience belt.  What I once saw as impossible became a stepping stone along the path of my running journey. Have you thought the same thing about running? Have you groaned no way, not ever? The fact is you CAN do it.  You just have to go about it the right way.

When you were a little child you didn’t just hop on a bicycle one day and be able to ride it without falling off or crashing into a street sign.  In the beginning you had training wheels. Then, you had someone holding the seat jogging along side you once the training wheels came off.  You had someone who picked you up from the ground, brushed the dirt off your scraped knees and helped you back onto the bicycle.  They guided you through the learning process until one day you were zooming down the sidewalk on your own.  Learning to become a runner and getting to your race day, no matter what distance you want to run, is no different. You should lean on and learn from those who can guide with confidence, accuracy, knowledge, and experience to be successful and reach your goals. With that, I would like to tell you a story about a friend.

Last year my dear friend, Cindy, ran her first half-marathon.  It wasn’t even a flat, “easy”one.  She tackled a difficult race course in the middle of Syracuse, NY.  What’s more impressive is she was in her mid-50’s and had just recently started running.  Having been a member of marathon training teams, a coach for 10K training teams, having health and wellness certifications, and being someone who had substantial experience with running, when I learned she was training for this race I wanted to offer a little advice here and there.  We talked about everything from stretching and strengthening exercises, to nutrition, to running techniques, and training schedules.  I wasn’t real sure how Cindy would take all of my jibber jabber about running.  She always kindly let me spout off at the mouth about all things running, said thank you and went on with her day.  Over the course of her training I would occasionally check in with her and make sure she was doing ok.  I soon realized this was no average 50-something year old who thought one day, “Gee. Maybe I’ll start running and sign up for a half-marathon because I got talked into it.”  Cindy had a determination about her that was admirable and inspiring to so many, including myself. When race day arrived, a few of us, with motivational and humorous signs in hand, drove out to Syracuse with a game plan to catch her at different points during her race to cheer her on.  It was awe-inspiring!

What Cindy did that day blew my mind! You see, most people who train for a big race like that do so with a running buddy, or a few people, especially if they are new to running.  Many people join a running group complete with coaches to guide and educate throughout the training. As far as I know, Cindy did all of her training runs on her own with an occasional gentle, motivating nudge from her husband to get her out the door to get her run in.  Not only did Cindy run her first half-marathon last November on a tough Syracuse course, but she ate that course for lunch!  It was one of the most inspiring experiences I have been a part of and I was so abundantly proud of her.

During her training I remember saying to her, “Watchout.  Before you know it you will be signing up for your first marathon.”   She had the classic response, “Oh, I could never run 26 miles. At this point I just want to get through 13 miles.”.  She ran that half-marathon kicking it right in the kisser and soon after signed up for a series of four half-marathons culminating with some serious finisher medal bling for completing the series!  Did I mention she was in her mid-50’s, never had been a runner before and had just recently started running?  Just wanted to make sure I made that point!

Then, it happened!

In March, while sitting at a Leadership Retreat at church, Cindy whispered to me, “I’ve signed up for the Marine Corps Marathon.”  I vividly remember jumping out of my chair in excitement!  I was elated!  She was taking the leap into a whole new world of running. But, it was about more than just running.  The marathon and the training that it requires is a test of commitment, spirit, internal drive, fortitude, a whole new level of toughness, determination, stamina, and grit.  Someone who once thought “I never could run a marathon” now had a glimmer of “let’s give it a try and see what happens.”  Signing up for a marathon takes guts.  Making it to the start line and crossing the finish line of a marathon is a whole new level of “guts”.

For non-elite runners, which is most of the marathon running population, marathon training is typically a six month process.   That’s a massive commitment that often comes with dramatic season changes (especially in upstate NY), not to mention family commitments, work obligations, unexpected life events, and anything else that comes up along the way.  It is also easy for a person to conveniently come up with all sorts of excuses to not get out the door for a scheduled run.  And, when the schedule reaches the higher numbers, the excuses come much easier and are more abundant. That’s normally when people fall off their schedule, never complete the training and consequently never make it to the start line missing out on their goal.  Without going into detail, Cindy had a few opportunities to toss in the towel along the way and with good reason.  But, she persevered!

Fast forward to Sunday, October 28, 2018, the running of the 43rd Marine Corps Marathon.  I was all set up with tracking Cindy on the virtual map and would receive alerts on my phone when she reached benchmarks throughout the course.  I was nervous, yet confident she would reach the finish line.  Every time I checked her status I proudly smiled.  She was running a smart race and was doing very well.  I knew when Cindy was predicted to cross the finish line and was anxiously waiting for that last text notification.  When it came in I was driving.  I pulled into a parking lot, checked the text and began to cry a joyous cry.  I was filled with a glorious, overwhelming feeling of pride for what Cindy had just accomplished.  Knowing where she was a year ago and witnessing her journey all the way to the finish of her first marathon has been such an honor to be part of and one that I will never forget.  I am thankful to Cindy for allowing me to be a part of her journey.

You never know what you can’t do until you try.  Every race, no matter the distance, no matter the speed or ability of the participants, walkers or runners, is filled with people who are stretching their comfort zones, reaching for something they once thought impossible, pushing themselves to attain something they once thought “Never could I”.  Cindy once said she could never run a marathon.  Well, my fabulous friend, check it off the list.  You did it!

Quite a while ago I came upon this fabulous meme from eBib that says it all!


Lastly, here are two closing quotes to sum up this story that I feel are very fitting and might possibly inspire you to think about reaching for one your “Never could I” adventures:

“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ”I’m possible’.” ~Katherine Hepburn.

“If you are losing faith in humanity, go out and watch a marathon.” ~Kathrine Switzer

Your Mantra

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Mantra is a mind projection created in either a spoken or mental manner. Mantras can be a word, phrase, syllable or sound. They can be recited, sung or repeated silently in the mind. It is a technique for regulating the mind. There are many mantras each one having its own quality, rhythm, and effect. For thousands of years, mystics, meditators and yogis have used mantras for mental and spiritual transformation.  If you search the web you will find web site on top of web site full of inspirational and motivating quotes; mantras, if you will.  Well… here begins the story of Pink Nation and our mantra.

“In rodeo, to ‘cowboy up’ means to suck it up in times of adversity and carry on when you are injured or down and the prospect of doing whatever you’re about to try is so bleak that the best you can hope for is to live through it.” ~ Tuff Hedeman, World Champion Bull Rider

Mantra: any sacred word or syllable used as an object of concentration and embodying some aspect of spiritual power.  I am a proud card-carrying member of the Pink Nation Marathon Training Team.  We begin our “family reunion” each year in June.  We hold “church” each Sunday morning to get our sweat on and push ourselves towards a goal in November that most would never even consider attempting… start and finish 26.2 miles.  We have a phrase we use when faced with adversity when we head out for training runs, during our lives and especially on race day when we set out to conquer 26.2 miles. Our mantra isAll Go, No Quit, COWBOY UP“. 

You see, Pink Nation is not just a running training team; it’s a family.  We take care of each other and look out for each other.  We welcome new members into our family every year in June.  When one of us has a tough road ahead in any aspect of our life, team members shout our mantra from the roof tops (well comment on social media and other forms of communication, but you get the point).  Throughout the year many members of Pink Nation take part in other races around the stated and even throughout the country; races of varying distances.  No matter the length of the race team members are always there with a rousing All Go, No Quit, COWBOY UP“.  It sticks in your head.  It becomes your “wingman” never leaving your side during a race.  When you are feeling beat up it is comforting knowing there are people out there who know just what to say to make you suck it up and keep pushing ahead. They know what to say that makes you not quit.

We all need a kick in the butt every now and then to keep us pushing forward in life, in work, and in reaching goals of all kinds.  What is your mantra?  Do you have a phrase that keeps you going? What gives you the kick in the butt you sometimes need to “get through it”, to make it across whatever finish line lies ahead of you?  If you do not have a mantra, I think it would be okay with my fellow Pink Nation family members if you borrowed ours.  But, be careful as it is a powerful phrase.  There’s no telling what you might accomplish once you use it.  All Go, No Quit, COWBOY UP“, my friends. 

Noise and Yucky Stuff

Remember the good old days? Chalk boards and clapping erasers outside after school, rotary dial phones, the world before video games and entertaining yourself by playing outside, 8-tracks, tapes, records, and reel-to-reel video, slide shows were actual square, paper frames with film in between them, TV Dinners, the world before TV (for some of my readers)… We could go on and on. With all that’s happening in our world, I like to sit back and think of simpler, kinder times. When I was growing up the worst thing I had to worry about was getting a flat tire on my bicycle during the 3.5 mile ride home from playing tennis. That meant I would have to walk the rest of the way home. There wasn’t such a thing as a cell phone to use to call home and have someone come pick me up. Times have changed.

The world seems to be in a big hurry and has become cluttered with “noise” and “yucky stuff”. Homes are filled with multiple televisions, a couple of computers, tablets and iPads, cell phones, and iPods. Not to mention, the constant bombardment of noise and yucky stuff from television and social media that inundates our lives. It is impossible to watch a news broadcast and not hear about tragedies of some kind. Most often, it seems like the entire broadcast is informing us of terrible things happening around us. Let us not forget how much divorce attorneys love social media for the stories, status updates and pictures. Like I said, noise and yucky stuff.

As I sit here outside with a slight breeze blowing, birds chirping and a view of the water just beyond to screen of my laptop, I have come to realize more than ever how important it is to get rid of the noise and yucky stuff now and then. Unplug all of the electronics. Breathe in the fresh air, look up at the nature that surrounds you, appreciate the simple things again. A month ago I did just that. I unplugged. I unplugged for two days and returned to a simpler life for the weekend. Admittedly, it was not easy at first. I kept reaching for my iPad to see what everyone was up to on all of the social media sites. I kept wanting to pick up my phone to do anything other than make a phone call. Remember when a phone was meant for phone calls and that was all? As time went on though, I found myself enjoying my time without the noise and yucky stuff. I picked up a book, not an electronic version of it, but an actual paperback, went outside, sat in my chair and read. I finished a number of chapters and thought it had only been a short time. I came to realize that I had been outside enjoying my book in my favorite chair, with my puppy next to me for two and a half hours. Time seemed to stand still.

The weekend was a success. I made it through the weekend without Facebook, Twitter, my blog, my laptop and iPad, and using my cell phone only for calls that came in and the Sunday morning call to my parents. Unplugging is now a regular practice of mine. So, I challenge you to give it a try. There is too much noise and yucky stuff in the world and around us every day. We must take it upon ourselves to slow down, unplug, clear our minds, and enjoy the simpler things in life. Get your head out of your electronics and enjoy your family. Have actual conversations with each other. Go outside. Enjoy your surroundings. Breathe in the fresh air. Get away from the noise and yucky stuff for a while. You will be amazed by the impact it has on your overall being. Most importantly turn off the noise and yucky stuff to enjoy life!

My Maddie-Boo

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It was your world that I was fortunate to exist in. I miss the mornings rubbing your eyes and your gentle nose nudge to let me know I wasn’t finished yet. No more saying your prayers at night, no more dinner time “let’s say grace”, and no more drool on my leg when I say “Amen”. I miss your snoring and noises while you sleep. I see a shadow of you belly up on your sofa. Sticks are piling up and my yard clean up crew isn’t here to help me.  Your fire pit movie night blinkie collar blinks no more.

Your baby pool is dry, your lion hasn’t roared, your Kermit hasn’t croaked. Your Booda sits where you last tossed it at my feet.  My routines have been turned inside out. No more tail wagging in circles, butt throwing side to side “welcome home, Mom” greeting when I walk through the door.  Your collar sits with no one to decorate, your golf balls haven’t been touched. No more guarding presence next to the shower, no more night time snuggles and morning massages to give.

I miss my stretching partner, my escort to the mailbox and my back seat driver.  I haven’t said “eat your breakfast”, “want some dinner”, “load ’em up”, or “I love you, Maddie-Boo” in 2 days. Your bed is empty, as is my heart.  No more greeting the neighbors with the biggest stick you could find.  No more watching you sniff the same old tree, no more barks at the back door saying “doorbell!” and no more closet doors to open and squirrels to retrieve.

My office assistant is gone, my grill mate has left me.  Morning coffee just isn’t the same.

No more silent glares to let me know it’s time to get up or go outside. Your life was full of friends, both puppies and humans. No more phone calls asking if you could come over to play for the day. My house is empty, yet full of the love you left.  My world was made the day you entered my life.  My face lit up and my smiles were big each time someone asked, “How’s Maddie?”.

No more watching you jump off docks, swim in the pool, raft surfing and climbing the ladder to get out.

You had more friends than you ever knew, some never actually met you.  Your life, personality and love of all things in the world were evident to all who saw your pictures. People you never met have shed tears for you.  You left a mark in this world like no other before.  Your pictures and videos are reminders of your amazing life and love you had for all and the world.

Your final resting place is here with me among the trees, the sticks you carried, the path we walked, with Moose snuggled next to you.  You are in heaven now surrounded by those who have gone before you.  All your friends are with you. All of you are happy, healthy and will play together forever.  Your pool is open forever now, your raft is always afloat. The sun will shine always for you, your water bowl will forever be full.

Your last breath, your last heart beat… the most precious moment in my life.  There will never be another you.  “She was special” said by so many. Rest easy, my baby girl.

I love you, Maddie-Boo.

Definitive Moments in Life

Life is full of moments that define your life and change it forever. What is the most definitive moment in your life?

I posted this comment on Facebook last night. The responses were wonderful. So, I now pose this question to the blogging community. What is that one moment in your life that changed how you view the world, live your life, came up with your personal philosophy, the moment you decided to make healthier choices; maybe it was the moment you found God?

One person asked me, after sharing her moment, what my definitive moment was. My response was when I crossed the finish line last year at the Richmond Marathon running 26.2 miles with only 1 month of training and after going through Chemo treatments. I then realized I could do anything I desire. It is the moment that keeps me going when tough gets tougher.

So what is your definitive moment or your life changing moment? I look forward to your stories.