Racing with Mu

11 05 2011

How do you race and remain true to your Zen practice? Isn’t being competitive the very antithesis of Zen? Can you stoke the competitive fires without burning up, or out, in the process? I’ve just asked myself some good questions! Here’s something in the way of an answer, based on many invaluable years of personal mistakes.

There is nothing wrong with a healthy competitive urge; it’s part of the human animal, what makes us (along with opposable thumbs and a big ol’ brain and such) the Deciders, the final link in the food chain. But we can definitely overdo it. Shouting at people during a race – drivers, pedestrians or cyclists who accidentally (or, sadly, sometimes on purpose) get in our way — is one sign we’re redlining the competitive urge. Stretching the truth about how we did in a race is another sign that perhaps we’re too focused on the numbers rather than the experience. Entering multiple races very close together in frantic search of that ideal race time or experience, sort of the runner’s equivalent of playing the slots, is a borderline emotional addiction that can lead to burnout and physical injury.

And it can spill over into our Zen practice, as anyone knows who has experienced a mild feeling of smug satisfaction when it’s the person on the cushion next to them who sneezes during zazen, rather than themselves, or the frustration and annoyance that can flare when our teacher isn’t satisfied with our response in dokusan. I can sit quieter than anybody, I can pass koans faster than anybody! I’m a Zen monster! Get out of my way, people!

We should honor the competitor in us, as it can be a very healthy and useful part of our lives – when nurtured and watched carefully. And after all, the vast majority of runners, including me, are really only competing against ourselves. Which is why we should:

1. Set realistic stretch goals. Maybe a 3:45 marathon is a doable stretch goal for you. Maybe a Boston Marathon or Western States qualifier is not. You know yourself better than anyone, if you look clearly. When planning your next running challenge, be honest with yourself and where you are currently with your running, then look at what you’re hoping to achieve. Delusion only leads to frustration, exhaustion, and injury.

2. Don’t play the slots. There are a few acceptable reasons for running several grueling races very close together, but hoping you’ll get lucky and have that perfect race time or experience isn’t one of them. It’s hard on your body and can be very wearing on you emotionally when things don’t go your way. Which leads to …

3. Training can prepare you, but it can’t guarantee you. While they have their advantages and many success stories, I feel there’s a potentially harmful side effect of following precise race training regimens such as those espoused by Pfitzinger or Daniels: believing that scientifically precise training always leads to scientifically precise results. There are so many variables in any given race that it’s impossible to predict what’s going to happen. Do the best you can based on your training, and take what the day gives you.

4. Stop looking at that watch. Stop it, I said. Stopwatches can serve a useful purpose. But who’s running this race, your watch or you? It’s so easy to get caught up in those blinky little digital numbers and forget what’s going on all around you. There are many amazing and inspiring personal stories unfolding around you with every step, and there you are — head down, desperately trying to recalculate your mile splits. If you must race with a stopwatch, think of it as a helpful tool, not the judge of your personal worth. Time? As a sage once sang, Time just keeps on slippin’, slippin’ into the future.

5. Sometimes the cartoon characters win. It’s tough to swallow sometimes, but that slightly oversized woman in the turtle costume? That dweeby, pale guy in the pink tutu? Look; they’re beating you. And there will always be people faster than you, in costume or out of it. Don’t let your ego destroy your race by forcing you to try to outrun those who you feel superior to. We’re all cartoon characters, when you get down to it; some of us just like to wear the uniform.

6. Enjoy the best, forget the rest. When you have a great race, absolutely tell everyone you know and savor the experience for awhile … then let it go. When you have a bad race, don’t hide from your friends or spend weeks poring over your training log, trying to figure out the exact moment in time when it all went off the rails. Chalk it up as a day in the life … and let it go. Letting go of our races, good and bad, can be hard, but doing so lets us start our new challenges with a fresh slate.

Honor your inner competitor, without being enslaved by it. It’s a great awareness practice point for your running.





Hello, body

8 05 2011

Hello, body. What were you telling me last Thursday evening as I sat in zazen, minding my own business? You said that you were thirsty for a longer run, to go back up in the hilly neighborhoods around the lake and see things I hadn’t seen in awhile.

My mind didn’t agree with you, did it? On the calendar for Saturday: a brief hour’s run out my door and through my immediate neighborhood. That was what the schedule dictated. That was what my mind said to do, laid out weeks before in the chart it had carefully created. And it argued about this sudden rebellion against the plan. No time, too far, too much, what about the schedule?

But I listened to you, body. I trusted that thirst in you, rather than follow the preconceived plan my mind had created. And I went long, longer than I had gone in many weeks. I saw mating mallards, squadrons of refugee green parrots, old familiar houses undergoing fresh transformations. I leaned into the breeze and listened to the water slap against the shoreline, and I continued past the hour my mind had planned and kept going, going, until I reached my car again in a little over two hours.

And you felt so satisfied, body, if a little more tired than perhaps my mind had intended. And I had certainly gone farther, much farther, than the plans my mind had made.

But we had experienced so much that was good, and your satisfaction told me listening to you was the right thing to do. I promise to listen to you more often, when you want to go longer. And yes, I promise to listen when you hurt or are tired, and want to go shorter — or even stop altogether, which is sometimes the hardest thing for me to hear you say, even when you say it as loud as you can.

It’s not that my mind isn’t helpful, body; we both know that. As we go about our business, we owe it a great deal. But I can let it rule the roost sometimes, can’t I? You have a lot of helpful things to tell me, too. But instead of feeling like a full and equal partner, you feel perhaps a little like a servant — right, body? Or even a slave.

It’s like the great Rinzai Zen master Yamamoto Gempo said in a commentary on the koan Mu: “Our minds are continually running.” I promise to let my mind run less, and let you run more.





The Possibilian: if I could turn back time

27 04 2011

Time – measuring it and experiencing its passing — is obviously a big part of both running and Zen practice. And If you’re interested in the fascinating relationship between time and the brain, you’ll enjoy the New Yorker article “The Possibilian,” partly an entertaining profile of neuroscientist David Eagleman and partly an overview of recent discoveries into the whole time-brain thing.

One quote from the article really stood out: “Reality is a tape-delayed broadcast, carefully censored before it reaches us.” This reminds me of certain aspects of Buddhist philosophy. We simply can’t fully trust our minds to deliver grade-A, present moment reality. As a matter of fact, according to the article we’re living less in reality as we age. The brain apparently tends to edit out a lot of sensory information it has already processed, which is largely the reason time seems to go so much faster as we get older: in a sense, we’ve been here before.

Perhaps meditation is a way we can control time, slowing it down by becoming more aware of our sensory input as it’s processed. It’s pretty clear to me that when I’m bored by meditation, it’s because I’m skimming the surface, experiencing the same old input over and over in the same cursory way. But when I’m fully engaged in meditation and find that sweet spot of samadhi, each gurgle of my stomach, creak of my ceiling, chirp of a bird outside occurs in a deeper and more resonant space. As one of my Zen teachers once put it, “each moment becomes more concentrated.” As each experience is encountered and explored on its own, it becomes new again. And time slows down.

It’s very liberating to think of time as something we’re not enslaved to , but can actually, in a very practical sense, manipulate and control – simply by paying attention.





A Zen Off-Season?

26 04 2011

The advantages of an off-season for runners brought to mind what, if any, would be the advantages of an off-season for Zen practitioners. After all, if easing back on the gas pedal for an extended period of time can refresh and renew our perspective on running, why couldn’t the same principle apply to our Zen practice?

Perhaps the most important difference is the physical aspect of both practices. The training schedule for a series of, say, 3-4 ultra marathons or more over the course of a year is pretty grueling, and to continue to train at that level for a number of years without a real break would eventually break anyone down. Of course, sitting zazen can also be extremely physically demanding, especially over the course of a week-long (or longer) sesshin. Based on my experience, I’d have to say training for ultras is tougher on the body over the long haul — although I’m not discounting the physical effort required to sit perfectly still, without back support and with good posture, for days on end, and with little sleep.

But it’s the mind aspect of Zen that makes year-round practice necessary. Part of Zen is learning how to sit (and live) with everything: the days you feel really tired or mildly sick, or burned out or bored, or very busy with a dozen other things, or wondering what the point of sitting really is and if it’s worth it. In fact, it’s the same days that often serve as a warning sign of overtraining for many runners that are the most fertile ground for Zen practice to flourish.

For runners, our bodies need a physical break to avoid burnout, excessive fatigue, or injury. For Zen practitioners, our minds need as much training in as many varying conditions as possible. I can’t say I sit every day — there are days that, for one self-imposed reason or another, I miss out. And I can’t deny that often when I miss a day, I return to sitting the next day feeling more thirsty for it, and drink more deeply.

But the longer I practice, the more I realize the value of sitting every day. We’re all works in progress, and the world is the laboratory where we are being tested. To get the best possible results, however each of us defines “best results,” we need to conduct our self experiments regularly, daily, and in all possible test conditions, just like any good scientist would do. Otherwise, our data collection will be forever biased toward our good moods. And our Zen practice devolves into just sitting by ourselves when we feel like it.





Still (trying) to run with Mu

25 04 2011

The final revision of my long-suffering book project didn’t take quite as long as I thought, but most of the outline and raw material were already there. I deeply appreciate the invaluable advice and support I got from one person in particular; they know who they are.

Not sure what, if anything, will happen with it now. I still tend to think I’m too Zen for the running community, and too running for the Zen community. But, as I think I’ve said before when quoting cartoon characters for wisdom, I yam what I yam.

Since my last post, I’ve happily moved into the racing off-season. Although I enjoy training and racing, I tend to deeply enjoy my time away. Aside from other obvious advantages such as rest, recovery, and burnout avoidance, having a regularly designated off season turns rest and renewal into a life ritual, a part of your inner self. Time away from training helps you recapture your “beginner’s mind” and reconnect with the joy of running for running’s sake.

I’m not sure what the racing calendar for next season holds (currently set to restart with more purposeful running in mid-August). I’m trying not to think about it at all, frankly, other than perhaps the broadest possible outlines. It will necessarily entail a minimal amount of travel, which certainly helps focus things a bit. Beyond that, my attitude is to just stay in decent baseline shape and worry about training when training time comes. You need a mental rest from thinking about racing as much as a physical rest.

So, as with other thoughts, when thoughts of racing arise over the next few months, I’m just going to try to acknowledge them and let them go, without chasing after them. I’m a little tired of chasing after things for the time being. This season, letting go has been remarkably easy.





Distracted

26 01 2011

While running recently I was gazing out across a nearby lake, looking away from the busy street on the other side of me, when I suddenly heard what sounded like something made of metal being loudly pounded into submission. Startled, I turned toward the noise to see an out-of-control pickup truck, systematically plowing down street lamps as it flew out of the street and spun sideways down the running path straight toward me. I darted out of the way, watching as the truck spun again from the running path back onto the street, flew across a median, and stopped in a ditch, its rear axle snapped in two. Miraculously, no other car was hit, and no one was hurt.

But I wondered at the time what would have happened if I had been wearing headphones, and I just came across this piece in the NY Times about legislative efforts to put restrictions on cyclists and pedestrians (including runners) wearing headphones. I’ve never been a headphone wearer myself, but my first reaction to this was: do we really need more legislation to save us from ourselves? And just what makes us want to distract ourselves with electronic devices while running?

Perhaps you wear headphones. It’s not my intention to demonize headphone wearers, but I would (gently) ask you to explore the reasons why you wear them when you run. And I would suggest that the main reason is often an urge for dissociation: we get bored while we run, or it begins to hurt a bit (or a lot). And, like many other times in our lives when we get bored or start to suffer in some way, we look for a distraction, something to momentarily escape from what we’re experiencing. At home many people flip on the TV, eat, smoke, drink, or find another favorite distraction of choice. And given the portability of mp3 players, cell phones and all of the available variations on both devices, it’s easier than ever for runners to choose a distraction. But, as a growing number of accidents involving runners wearing headphones and crossing busy streets show, our distractions can suddenly turn deadly.

If you find yourself literally unable to run without a distraction of some sort and understand that distractions can injure or even kill, perhaps it’s time to re-evaluate your running. Are you really enjoying it? Are there other forms of exercise you might enjoy more that would not make it necessary for you to carry along something to distract you from what you’re doing?

If you insist you really like running, try running headphone-free for just one run. Focus first on your breath, then your body, then the world around you. You might eventually find that running is all of the distraction you need. Or you might hate it. If you hate it, I think you have to ask yourself: Why am I doing this? Sometimes the real reasons we run are not what we thought they were, and perhaps those reasons can be successfully and happily managed in other ways.

At the very, very least, please take off your headphones when running across or next to busy cycling paths or city streets. As I found out, you might just hear something that could save your life.





Who hurts?

21 01 2011

I’ve been ill with the stomach flu; all better now. Getting sick was, apparently, the last thing on my mind: I was sitting in a meeting at work when suddenly I began to feel tired and mildly achy, and my first thought was Why is this silly meeting stressing me out so much? Followed by I didn’t get to bed that late last night … It was only when I stood up at the end of the meeting that I realized the tired ache I felt slowly increasing, and that odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, probably did indeed have something to do with getting sick.

I haven’t been sick in quite awhile, which I’m very grateful for. But I find the intense, slow ache a flu virus brings is, at least in the early stages, oddly pleasurable — like a full-body massage from within. It gradually increased to a stage where simply deciding to move a few steps from the bed to a chair was a supreme act of will, and each step was leaden and excruciatingly deliberate. In time, even my eyelids ached deeply and intensely.

I tried taking a hot shower just to feel something different and each turn of the water faucets, taking the soap in hand, turning my body slightly, became part of a foggily determined slow-motion ballet. When I dried off, every inch of my skin protested against the towel’s slightest touch. Meditating sitting up was impossible, so I laid in bed, arms and legs spread wide, and felt that deep ache course through every vein and muscle.

I was reminded of the latter stages of an ultra, that same sort of all-enveloping pain and the sense of being shackled by incredible weight. I’ve always thought of an ultra as a good teacher of pain – when all you are is pain, does pain even exist anymore? – but the aches of the flu manage to remain something quite alien, defying me from becoming too familiar with them. Pain during an ultra at first seems like a old, faithful travelling companion, then part of me, then all of me, and then not really pain at all anymore. Flu always evades my attempts to speak its language.

There’s a Zen koan that’s two words long: “Who hears?” Perhaps next time I’m ill or in the last crippling hours of a 50-miler, I can ask myself “Who hurts?” Because when we say, “I hurt,” who or what is hurting, really?

At least it might keep me distracted until I finish the race.





Recovering

12 01 2011

As I get older, I find myself thinking less about training and more about recovering. Finding a balance between the right amount of training, an aging body, and the need to recover quickly from training runs is something of a challenge for a “weekend warrior” ultra marathoner. Certainly cutting miles can reach a point of diminishing returns. But I’ve recently cut my longest runs from six hours to four, and I’ve found this much more helpful than harmful for me – to cite just one benefit, it allows me to add more long runs to my training schedule, since I’m recovering more quickly from each one. At the same time, I’ve increased the intensity and pace of my shorter weekday runs. My new mantra is “quality, not quantity.” Well, it sounds better than “Dang, I’m getting older!” But the results, so far, have been positive and I’ll see what happens at Rocky Raccoon 50-mile the first weekend of February.

While there have been countless books that teach you how to train, I don’t know if I’ve ever run across one that’s focused on how to recover – certainly not from anyone whose work I know and trust. Which is why I’m celebrating the pending release of Sage Rountree’s new book, The Athlete’s Guide to Recovery. I’m guessing it will be as helpful for me as her other books have been. Looking forward to getting my copy and putting it to work!





Toddlers in airports

11 01 2011

Their small eyes slowly widen, a secretive grin of anticipation … suddenly they take off, tiny legs pumping unsteadily like pistons misfiring, feet slapping the floor in drunken rhythm, breath coming in excited gasps and hoots until smiling adults come up quickly behind them — “Gonna getcha!” — and swoop them up to wild shrieks of infant joy. Run like toddlers in airports: always running from everything and toward everything, each step and breath filled with full awareness of the simple joy of motion, the thrill of an unknown journey.





Barefoot

6 01 2011

Everyone’s talking about running barefoot: it’s more natural, more authentic, how we were born to run; it will change your running form, your attitude, your life. But what does it really mean to run barefoot? Does it really matter whether you run in Brooks, Nike, Vibram, barefoot, or your own handmade organic sandals? Run barefoot in your head, your mind and body sensitive to everything they encounter but free from encumbrances, experiencing every step and letting each step go as the next one begins, adjusting to shifts in the landscape as they appear. Open your head to the world and let yourself breathe more freely, and your feet, shod or unshod, will follow. Barefoot running is not about shoes or no shoes: it’s about the simple enjoyment of motion, of life itself. Or as a Zen Buddhist might say, when you run, just run.








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