“This difficult World of Endurance”

7 03 2010

Stopped on my morning run to watch a woodpecker jackhammering away at breakfast.  So much headache for his daily bread!

In his Eihei Kokoru, or Extensive Record, The great Zen master Dogen (1200-1253)  speaks of “this difficult World of Endurance,” referring to the world system in which we struggle to earn our own daily bread.  Of course, for marathoners and ultra marathoners, “World of Endurance” can have another meaning.  For Zen practitioners and runners, our practice can be a living laboratory for testing ourselves to the limits of our own endurance.  And what are we testing ourselves for?  If it’s to achieve that mysterious state called “enlightenment,” or qualify for the Boston Marathon, then what happens if we’re not enlightened?  Or if we fall short of that Boston qualifying time?  What then? Are we running simply to run, sitting simply to sit, or are we expecting a payback with interest?

It’s certainly good to have goals — I set them myself.  But to identify only with those goals, to let my sense of self-worth rise or fall with the numbers on a digital watch or the answers I  give my Zen teacher in dokusan … it’s a path doomed to periodic disappointment and frustration.

Some of the most valuable discoveries in any laboratory are surprises, events that happen outside what was planned for.  Whether running or sitting, we should be open to those moments.  The journey is, after all, more than the destination.  As I hear the first tones of the monitor’s bell in spring sesshin calling me to zazen, or punch “start” on my watch as I begin my tempo run on a deserted high school track or a narrow dirt trail, I vow to be open to experiences beyond my  intended goals.  I should be open to everything.  The unexpected lessons learned can reach far beyond the cushion or the trail, and be my surprise guide  in “this difficult World of Endurance.”





Escape or confrontation?

3 03 2010

People often refer to meditation or running as an escape, and I suppose you can “escape” through either activity.  But what do we mean by “escape”?  Are we being held prisoner?  What, exactly, are we escaping from?  When I run or meditate — stripped of reading material, the television, music, the Internet, and pretty much all other manufactured diversions — I’m forced to confront my boredom, my minor aches and pains, my little string of daily mental worry beads.  It’s all  there with me as I run or sit.  I suppose I could run or sit with music, but all of my little anxieties would still be there, patiently waiting for the music to end. 

As highly concentrated activities, running or sitting can help us confront the things we’re trying to escape from — and realize we can’t really escape from anything.  Then the question becomes:  How do we deal with this vaguely uncomfortable messiness that is our life?  Are we free, or are we prisoners trying to escape?  Running and sitting can make an exploratory journey into those questions possible, and they’re very necessary questions.  Of course, then we have to realize the answers.  Which is the work of a lifetime.





Tricks are for kids

27 02 2010

It’s the start of my 2010 training, although I’m not entirely certain of my race schedule yet.  The great early 13th-century Chinese Zen Master Hengchuan (quoted in this richly fascinating and inspiring book)  said of personal meetings with his teacher, “When Tianmu was alive, when I was face to face with him, all tricks were useless.”  I feel the same way when I go for dokusan with my Zen teacher, or when I’m running a race.   When you’re in dokusan and one of  your teachers asks a question, there’s no way to cheat or trick them with clever words — if he or she is a teacher worth their salt.  You can’t fake or act your way through dokusan.   You must sit with your koan, live your life through your koan, become your koan.  And you can’t fake your way through training for a race and toe the starting line thinking that the ol’ race day magic will somehow carry you through.  A race and a good Zen teacher will reflect the depth of your honesty and your work.   There you are, sitting on your cushion in front of your teacher.  There you are, thumb hovering over the start button on your watch as the race director raises his megaphone.   Races and teachers, waiting patiently for your answer.  How will you respond?





Shoes for the homeless

22 02 2010

Some of you may know I try to be an advocate for our homeless neighbors.  For those in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area, here’s a link to an organization who takes your old running shoes and provides them for homeless people to wear — those shoes may not be good for running any more, but they’re still usually good for walking.  Obviously you need to clean ‘em up a bit before giving them away, and the website tells you what needs to be done — not much at all, really.

If you don’t live in the DFW area, I encourage you to check out similar programs where you live and run.





Training break #168

19 02 2010

Several of my critics have said, “Bowerman just tacks up a piece of paper in the locker room and turns his runners loose.”  They’re partially right. I do give the athletes a relatively free rein, and for good reason.  One of my principles is: don’t overcoach. 

– Bill Bowerman





Sitting, with thoughts of running

13 02 2010

Sitting in the den this morning, our cat Linus snoozing on the blanket next to me, the world outside  covered in snow that absorbed sound like a sponge — still and quiet.  The smell of the coffee.  Somewhere, a bird made a brief fuss, then silence again.

Even while gazing at the white stuff on the ground outside, I can sense the sputtering end of the cold season.  Already the eaves are dripping, and the snow will gradually disappear.  It’s been a restful winter, running-wise, a time to press reset and enjoy shorter runs with no real purpose, other than to run.

But the sheet of paper I hold in my hand is reminding me of a new season, soon to come.  If I’m serious about getting back into racing, I’m about to find out how serious I am.  The more leisurely runs will turn into something more purposeful beginning in March.  “A little structure, for a little longer,” my training notes for March begin. Time to see if I’m ready to thaw out with the rest of this part of the world.

Sitting this morning was very peaceful, just an occasional drip from the eaves outside or the distant cawing of a jay.  But increasingly, the thoughts that float through my head are turning to the spring, and to longer runs with more purpose.  Thoughts of running are once again creeping into my zazen.  Spring must be close by.





Training break #167

5 02 2010

You have to water the seeds of joy in your practice by engaging in the activities that completely absorb you, that develop the same things mindfulness does:  concentration, focus, finding the extraordinary in the ordinary.

– Cheri Maples, quoted in “She’s Got The Beat”, Tricycle Winter 2009 issue





A passion for the practice

1 02 2010

For the first time in quite awhile I didn’t run at all over the weekend – I was participating in a weekend sesshin at our zendo that started Friday night and lasted until noon on Sunday. Every sesshin has its own subtle energies, its own memorable moments and flashes of insight that emerge from the silence and stillness. I had never previously sat at our zendo for an extended period of time during a hard cold spell, and the cold was a good teacher. It wasn’t until around 4 o’clock on Saturday when my body and mind came to the collective realization that some part of me was always going to be less than warm no matter how much I fought against it, and perhaps the best thing to do was simply be cold. I immediately felt my body relax, and my breathing and mind felt less rigid. The rest of my sesshin proceeded with considerably less tension. When even something as ordinary as a change in temperature can be a teacher, it’s no wonder we are exhorted to never let a moment pass by unaware.

As we were slowly pacing in kinhin after a sit during Saturday night, I was startled to pass by the totally prone figure of one of the participants – eyes closed and still lying on his back on the same bed of cushions he had been lying on during the rest period earlier. Were we not going to wake him up from his nap? I wondered, and then, startled, looked at his hands: he was holding them in the meditative mudra position.  After we broke our silence at the end of the sesshin on Sunday, I found out what had happened: he had a recurring back problem that flared up and he had considered going home, then decided to stay and participate any way he was able. It was his first sesshin, and I found it both moving and inspiring to see him lying prone on the floor, hands in the mudra. It was a powerful image of perseverance and a true passion for the practice. It is, fortunately, an image I will probably never be able to forget.





Let’s get still

27 01 2010

If you live in or are just visiting the Dallas area and are looking for some Thursday night zazen action, please join me at Saint Christopher’s Episcopal Church (7900 W. Lovers Lane, SW corner of Lovers Lane and North Central Expressway) each Thursday evening beginning tomorrow, January 28, 7:30pm – 9:00pm.  It’s sponsored by my very awesome sangha, Maria Kannon Zen Center

I’ll be doing my imperfect best to assist your sitting with my trusty bell, clappers, and timer.  Three 25-minute sits with five minutes of kinhin (walking meditation) after the first and second sit just to stretch the legs a bit, and probably a simple chant or two at the end.  I don’t know yet if anyone will be offering dokusan regularly, but we’ll definitely be sitting and staring at a wall. See you there if you can make it!





How long is that marathon?

26 01 2010

I really enjoy koans of all kinds. There are the many collections of classic Zen koans, such as The Gateless Gate; I always have one volume of those working and simply read one or two a day for entertainment, like Aesop’s Fables. Then there’s the koan I’m currently sitting/running with, that latest in a series of mental worry beads courtesy of one of my Zen teachers. And then the everyday koans which I am learning to be more sensitive to; the many people, familiar and strange, who unconsciously present us with a teaching as we simply go about our business – an offhand comment (“Goodness! Where did all this wind come from?”), a passing, seemingly banal remark we think we’ve heard a million times, until we suddenly hear it a different way (“Two o’clock already! Where does the time go?”). And for runners, there’s one of my favorites, usually asked of us by someone who’s not a runner: “How long is that marathon?” On one level we like to make fun of people who ask this, because we know all marathons are a uniform length and their question implies they don’t know.  But on another level, it’s well worth more consideration. Marathoners might find a lot to contemplate when standing at the start line of their race if they ask themselves, “How long is this marathon?”