Seniority means nothing

31 01 2013

I was fitting an older man in a new pair of running shoes the other day, someone who seemed to have lived, as Thoreau put it, a life of quiet desperation. At least, his mood in the store was one of resigned melancholy — a former runner eager to share his regrets and warnings. “I do good to walk now and I would never recommend running to anyone, certainly not anyone over 50,” he said wearily as he slouched in his chair, his eyes scanning the dozens of bright shoes displayed on the wall. “The arthritis, the knee operations and replacements … it’s just not worth it.” He certainly did not realize the person fitting him in a new pair of shoes at that moment was 53 years old, had been running consistently for over 35 years and is still running three to four times a week, had never (knock on wood) had a serious injury of any sort, and finds running very much worth it. I said nothing, but simply took it as another reminder that older people like myself should be careful about making definitive statements on how to live based solely on our own fortunes or misfortunes. As Thoreau also put it, we really have nothing to teach the young — they’ll figure it out for themselves, as well they should. After all, it’s a new world every second.

The 2,000 year-old truth about pro cycling

17 01 2013

Even an evildoer may see benefit
As long as the evil
Has yet to mature.
But when the evil has matured,
The evildoer
Will meet with misfortune.

Don’t disregard evil, thinking,
“It won’t come back to me!”
With dripping drops of water
Even a water jug is filled.
Little by little,
A fool is filled with evil.

(The Dhammapada, 119 & 121, third-century BCE. Gil Fronsdal, trans.)

Why do they keep changing everything?

25 10 2012

A man strode into the running specialty store where I work, stopped in front of the shoe department, pointed emphatically at his shoes, and loudly and firmly said: “I want THIS exact shoe, in THIS exact size, and in THIS exact color.”

“Sorry sir,” one of my co-workers said, “but they’re no longer making that model of that particular shoe. I can show you the new model, if you’d like.”

The man blinked at my co-worker, his face shifting in seconds from shock to sputtering, bewildered anger. “Don’t make it anymore?” he said, his voice rising. “Why do they keep changing everything?”

I just never know where my next teacher is coming from, which is why I’m trying to pay closer attention these days. What a great koan! Who are these evil overlords “They,” and why do They seem to reap such pleasure in continually spinning our lives into a thousand miniature hells every day? Why can’t anything stay the same?

Once again, someone saw themselves as the unwitting victim of a sinister plot — this time by a shoe company intent on one thing and one thing only: making him the victim, ruining his afternoon. We all give our egos free rein to do this sort of thing every day, and our egos love it, because the last thing our egos want is to be denied or humiliated. If our egos are denied or humiliated, it’s Their fault, and we’re the victim. For some reason, it’s so much easier to star in our own self-directed melodramas than to simply accept circumstances and carry on.

I’ve been listening to a lot of John Cage lately. John Cage is a great teacher of acceptance. His music compositions, often dictated by chance operations (the I Ching was one of his favorite composing tools), make it possible for many of his works to never be played the same way twice. When you’re listening to Cage, you often have no clue what is coming next. It’s as likely to be a moment of silence as a note or a chord, or loud (or soft) thumping or buzzing noises, or — in the case of one of his most famous compositions, 4′ 33″ — nothing but the pianist sitting at the piano for the period of time indicated in the title.

With Cage, everything is music, and once I stop resisting my expectations for melody or anything resembling traditional musical logic — in other words, once I accept the sounds as sounds and just listen — the other sounds of everyday life begin to blend in with Cage’s plinks, plunks and silences, and you realize everything is changing, all of the time, in a thousand different little ways, and it all is making a kind of music together. No music, no “other,” all together.

Listening to Cage has opened me up a little more to acceptance as a life practice and has influenced my running, my sitting and my life in a lot of positive ways. When we stop resisting, when we realize that we’re really exhausting ourselves by trying to stay the same in a constantly morphing universe, it’s easier to accept a twitchy day on the cushion, or a crappy tempo run workout, or a race that didn’t go exactly as planned, or a favorite running shoe that is no longer available — or even much bigger things. Why do They keep changing everything? The real question is, why can’t we see change as the only constant in our lives?

15 12 2011

During a road race in the past year, I was startled by another runner pulling up beside me, rasping between breaths about what mile he had just passed, how he felt, when he expected to finish. Chatting me up, or maybe some sort of verbal self-motivation technique? Then I realized: he was phoning someone during his race.

That memory no longer seems startling, or even odd. On Facebook and other online venues I find myself increasingly discovering people tweeting, texting, and posting their race experiences while they’re on the run. And it’s not just running: The New York Times recently ran a story about Tommy Caldwell, one of the world’s best rock climbers, who updated fans around the world about his progress while climbing El Capitan in Yosemite Valley.

What were once solitary experiences, valuable confrontations with ourselves, are being self-published into a sort of global theater-in-the-round. One person quoted in the Times article, Katie Ives of Alpinist magazine, said that “instead of actually having the experience be the important part, it’s the representation of the experience that becomes the important part … something is lost.”

How long will it be before: “Tuff sesshin so far; enlightenment ahead”?

Through stillness and motion …

8 12 2011

… sitting, running, and life coursing through it all. Goodbye Gran, my last surviving grandparent; hello Clare Ana, our first grandchild. Sad and unexpected goodbyes to several co-workers and friends whose lives ended much too soon; hello to new friends made along the way and visits to friends from decades past. Goodbye corporate world of 30 years; hello specialty running retail store, where I now work as a running shoe specialist.

Through all of these changes, the constants are stillness (through zazen) and motion (through running). I am feeling the call to perhaps race less and simply run more, to spend more time on the cushion and explore the changes hurling their way out of the darkness.

Based on the traditional Chinese calendar, this had been described as a year of rest and relaxed activity. It has been anything but. I can give deep thanks for zazen and for running, those twin sons of different mothers. May they be with me, and I with them, as I continue sifting through the questions of 2011 and whatever lies ahead. “One inch ahead, all is darkness,” goes the Zen saying. Sitting, running, through stillness and motion, I vow not to expect answers, but to breathe with the questions. May the questions of 2012 challenge you in exciting and unexpected ways!

Getting in more than a few miles

11 07 2011

My first official long run training weekend for the 2011-2012 race season went well. Yes, it was hot, but I took my time, followed my breath, ran cautiously and logged nearly three hours on Saturday morning and nearly two more on Sunday.

Recovery was challenging but not unexpectedly so; I obviously still have some heat acclimation work to do and, given the times and temps during both runs, my energy levels were low for most of the weekend. As a result my attitude was a bit on the cranky side too, but at least I was aware of it. All in all, not a bad start to training. I am participating in a sesshin this coming weekend which will make long runs impossible, but my race training will resume in full next week.

Recently I sat immediately after a run and noticed it felt like the third or fourth sit of a zazenkai or sesshin, rather than a first sit. Usually it takes a few sits into a Zen retreat for your mind to stop churning, but I’m guessing that thanks largely to the run I was able to “go deep” pretty much right away. A lot of the mind-emptying you normally have to do in the early part of a zazenkai or sesshin is probably handled quite efficiently during a typical training run … you almost literally run your thoughts into the ground. For some reason, that realization struck me during this particular sit.

I’m more convinced than ever that there are millions of runners all over the world who are meditating and don’t even know it.

Changing the rules: my fall race schedule

6 07 2011

I posted recently about my body telling me it wanted to run more, and how I responded by running more, and how my body responded positively to running more. Things were taken several furlongs further this past weekend when I sat down, did some searching, and came up with a tentative fall race schedule … along with the realization I wanted/needed to start ramping up mileage now, rather than the first of August.

What can I say? My body is telling me it’s ready, and there’s no sense in holding it to a predetermined timeline. I’m starting to run longer again this week, although I’m still many weeks from peak mileage. But it’s time, and it appears racing is still something I truly want to do, rather than just another habit.

This is how a longer off-season can be very helpful: rest, recovery, and reevaluation. Not so much a conscious, thinking reevaluation, but just letting the body do most of the driving. I’ve become a pretty firm believer that your body and gut know a lot of important stuff; your mind just makes 3D movies for your ego to star in. In recent years, I have tried to never enter an off-season with the expectation that I would participate in even a 5K again. I try very hard not to think about racing again at all.

And when I give my body and gut time and space to reconsider things and go with what emerges, the right action usually will be made clear. Then it becomes a matter of aligning my mind to my body’s thinking. Which isn’t always easy, as we typically go about most things the opposite way.

So here’s my tentative race schedule until the end of 2011:

9/17 Tour des Fleurs 20K, Dallas, TX
10/9 Tyler Rose Half Marathon, Tyler, TX
10/22 24 The Hard Way (12-hour version; trail), Oklahoma City, OK
11/19 Wild Hare 50 Mile Trail Run, Warda, TX
12/3 Run Like The Wind 12-Hour (trail), Austin, TX
12/31 Across The Years 24-Hour (lottery dependent), Nardini Manor, AZ

We’ll see about Across The Years (ATY). If not ATY, I’ll find another 24-hour or 100 mile race in the same general time slot to fill the gap. So far as early 2012 goes, I’ll cross that bridge once I’ve crossed a few others.

Goals? I’d like to enjoy and be present with every step. I’d like to log 60+ miles for a 12 hour race (my best is a little over 58). I’d like to crack 100 miles for 24 hours. I’d like to end the season healthy. I’d like to really take pleasure in my training, and realize that training is of course running too. and that running is still something I enjoy and still a vital part of my Zen practice.

A lot of desires for sure. So, here we go. To quote one of guitarist and composer Robert Fripp’s many wonderfully appropriate aphorisms, “With commitment, all the rules change.”


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