Maximum Effort

What is too hard for you to do?  I was watching a WWII movie "Twelve o'clock High" and the question of what exactly constitutes a "Maximum Effort?"

Oh I am not wondering about how fast I can go - but for how long.  I am not wondering about how far the other man can go - it is how far I can go.  I am pretty sure that I will not be able to compete at the 2 hour mark with the Kenyans.  But I can compete against myself.

What am I built for?  Several years ago I began running.  It began as short distances.  Then it began to be something that wore out shoes.  I had never worn out a pair of "running" shoes in my life.  I did not know that you could only run a certain amount of miles before all your shoes were good for would be to walk to the mail box and back.  Destroying shoes became what I did.  Right now I am looking at my current pair and wondering if the tread is water tight or if a squall would leave the bottom of my feet wet.

So - I wear out the shoes - and what is the goal  Do I run the races?  Oh yes - there is hardware to spare.  Shirts too. lots of them.  But glory such as that is fleeting - hardware rusts, shirts stain and piles of shoes decorate the closet.

No, it is not for the detritus of the runner, but to become closer to what my Maximum Effort would be.  Previous running does not indicate success in todays run, but it does teach your body that you are serious.  Oh anyone can out and go a mile.  People walk a mile every day.  But can you go the distance?  Which distance do you want to go?  How fast do you want to get there?  Who are you competing with?  What effort, sweat, grind, sun, snow, rain, grass, terrain, or obstacle are you going to encounter?

I don't think the outside forces matter.  Oh I think that if you have hypothermia and delirium tremmons that yes that might begin to matter.  But you can dress for the cold, you can dress for the hot, you can haul gallons of water to cool your cooking exterior and you can down runners goo by the gallon to give you the pep in your step to get through the next mile or the next 50 miles.

What makes the difference is in your cranium.  Today I went out for a run.  Six miles.  Yesterday was a titch over four.  When you are on the run - your body knows what you are doing - pump, run, pump, run, breath.  Oh yes it knows what you are doing.  You can leave that part to the physical.  The mental part is where you can either succeed or fail.  That globe mounted directly over your shoulders is going to drive you harder and faster and at a more furious pace than you would ever logically condone.

So what do you tell yourself to get to the next block?  The next mile?  The next, next, next?  Oh that is the battle of wits and that of the goal.

Outrun your fears, drive yourself to Maximum Effort.  I at times think - what exactly am I doing today?  Riding a desk little Red Riding Hood.  Quit being a baby and push it up.  Some might call it "Trash Talking" but when you are the only one in the coliseum and it is you against yourself - it is time to answer the bell, time to dig in deep, time to sacrifice some pleasure of eating the endangered Twinkie and avoid an open heart surgery bypass.  Tick go the seconds, grind go the miles, and the goal is out there.  Taunting, beckoning, Embracing.  "Come along little runner, run with me..."

Crossing the T

So how do you "Cross The T?"

Crossing the T - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Running is a lot like warfare - in my opinion.  Previous success is not an indicator of tomorrow's success - but it provides a basis for going out tomorrow to see IF you are successful.  I think that running long distances is something that not everyone does and that makes you unique.  Not everyone goes out for multiple mile distances  - or has the drive to do so. 

So I come back to "Crossing the T" and what it means to me today.  If you read the above linked article and read down to the the Battle of Surigao Strait This was the "last" time in Naval Warfare that a commander decided to "cross the T."  The US warships were successful in their execution of the maneuver and the Japanese - not so much.  So where does that leave us.  I think that we, as runners, go forward and make a plan - which may or may not succeed depending on us and our execution.  But putting the right parts and pieces on the board make us successful

You know what I am talking about?  Nutrition, rest, blah, blah, blah.  You need to have the right goo - shoes - and in the end you have to want to go out there and do it.  Momentum helps to propel you into a state of mind that will help you to gut out the run - and get through it.  Once you have momentum it is hard to stop.  It is hard to not get out and run - it is hard to not look at the miles you have run and know that you are building towards success.

Constant gardening of your time, speed, distance, nutrition, ability, body, mind, spirit - all of these ingredients make your run more successful.

Do we "Cross the T" every run?  I don't think so.  Some runs are "easier" than others.  Some of them are "harder" than others.  Some of them take more commitment than others - and still there are others that grind you down and pound on you.  Running is sometimes like ice cream.  So many flavors that you just reach out and grab one to taste. 

Today was a "crossing the T" run for me.  It was mile 18  this week and it was  something that you need to be there to appreciate.  Hot, out of water, tired, pushing an empty baby stroller, and you are rounding the bend in City Creek Canyon.  You know there is 1 mile left until the end.  But the sweat is beginning to drip off of all of you - and the sun in just at the right angle to pound down on you and you notice that you have begun to shuffle more than run.  You can stop.  You can walk.  You can sit down.  You can quit.  Or you can move it out and get to the end.  You can Cross the T - and bring all of you guts and your desire to bear on this one last mile.  Oh yes - I pick option two.  I keep going - even after my strength is sapped and my vision is blurred with sweat I keep it going.  I may not be as fast as the other runners - but my heart is bigger and my lungs fill with the air of endurance.

Give me two feet, some shoes and some suitable clothing and let me go the distance.

 

Drive

Out on my run today I was contemplating what drives me.  For men this is a typically uncomfortable, long, and drawn out process where you dig within yourself to find what fuels your fire and stokes the flames of competitiveness.  For women this is quite easy because they have been churning on this idea and mulling it around in their sleep for many years.  I am not going to delve into the difference between the sexes but here is what it boils down to:

Men:  "Thog like wheel and mashing mammoth skulls"
Women:  "I think what drives me is that I like to win and I would not mind World Peace too."

So I will speak to how I come to where I am and what drives me.  Since I am a man and a close cousin to the cave dweller this has been a long process.  Drive comes from many places - parts - and pieces.  You don't just wake up one day and decide to go run a long distance because it is something that will stimulate the senses and inspire love and happiness in all living beings.  I run because I want to.  I run because I believe that every drop of sweat that I leave out there is penance for being the fat man I am.  On a higher plane running cleanses my inner vessel of impurities and crystallizes my thoughts.  I contemplate many things out on the run.  I think about Henry (my son), Mollee (my wife), my parents, siblings, and in-laws.  It is almost as if the cave man is going out with his club and counting up the things he has to do today. 

Man:  "Thog think dad need help, Thog think brother worthless waste of hide, Thog like wife and squid."

So where does this all leave us?  Finding your drive and desire to go is the first step.  Acknowledging that you have certain limitations, and some of those limitations are gravity, speed, and age.  Finding a goal worth working towards is the next thing.  What do you want to be doing when you are 60?  80? 90?  Do you want to be around and going forward?  What do you want to accomplish?  Where do you want to go?  Do you want to win?

Do you want to win?  You can ask yourself that question - Do you?  Do you want to be different that the other slugs that waddle along the road of life?  Do you want to take the more difficult road - and struggle to make it up that road and get past adversity and pain?  Do you want to become something better than you are today?

Or do you want to give up?

Giving up is easy.  Giving up is simple.  Giving up is what quitters do.  Quitters go down the aisle at the grocery store and shovel every flavor of Hostess Pie into their cart along with 98 ounces of Diet Coke.  Sure - now chase failure with a side of quitting, and self-loathing.

In my mind the only thing stopping me from running faster is me.  I don't need a guide as to what keeps me back and keeps me down.  It is choices that I make and things that I do.  I stop me.  Nobody else out there on the road stopped me today.  Nobody else on the road stops you.  It is just you and you alone that drive you.

So we come full circle back to drive.  Drive moves.  Drive goes.  Drive does.  You have to get past the "Woe is me" and you have to get into the frame of mind that you control you.  That you make your time.  That you make the effort. That you get it done.  Once you are there everything else becomes mathematics.  How far do you want to go?  How long do you want to run?  How fast do you want to go?  It is all simple math.  Calories burned vs. distance. 

So you find the distance, drive, direction, stamina, and voila - you now need the fuel?

I've got mine.  Fat.  it is my constant companion.  But I decide that I won't give in and I won't give up.  Failure is not an option - and failure is what fat is.

Moments of the Fat Man Running

Moments.
I was out on a run today.  It has been a long time since I have last updated the world with my status.   So I figured today would do.

There comes moments that will change your life one way or the other.  I have had some interesting moments in my life.  Moments where you can either pull up your courage and fight through the pain and anguish and get to the goal - or you can fall down in the mud and wonder why you are going anywhere at all.  I will admit not every choice I make is the right one - and I pay the price for those choices.  But at other times - when I feel the worst or when I don't know which way to go - I dig back into my experiences and flip through the file of what I have done - and find a match for what I am doing.  It takes guts and determination to do what you are doing.

I talk mostly of running.  I talk mostly of determination.  I talk mostly of doing that which is not easy - and getting the result that most are not willing to sacrifice to get.
I have begun again to run.  I have begun again to push myself and dig deep into my experience and to understand that I have been here before and that I am going forward with my plan. 

What is my plan?  I thought you would never ask.  My plan is pretty succinct.  I want to live as long as humanly possible so I can affect change in the world, hold my Great-Grandchild on my knee - run marathons and half-marathons when I am 80, and get away with all sorts of things that old people get away with.  That is my goal.

Today I ran nearly Six miles by GPS Measure.  That is just the start.
This post was titled "Moments."  I am a fan of Moments in history - and moments in movies - and so I will detail a few:

Henry the 5th - St. Crispens Day.
William Wallace - "Will you fight - or Run"
Rudy - making the choice to go to Notre Dame and not to give up.
Remember the Titans - "Not One Yard - You will Rush ALL NIGHT"
Joshua Chamberlain - Fixing the bayonets on Little Round Top.
Rocky - body blows in the 11th.
Any Given Sunday - "The six inches in front of your face"
300 - the wolf in winter.

Each one of these instances illustrates for me the switch that gets flipped in your mind that says "Not another day of sitting on my butt and not doing a thing."  That light goes on in your mind that you CAN do this - you CAN persevere - YOU are the only driver on the bus.  YOU do it - nobody else can take you along for the experience.  You are in charge of how fast you go - how long you go - and the distance you choose to go.  You dig deep and find the experience.  If you don't find one like what you are experiencing - make one for yourself.  YOU build it - YOU make it - YOU do it - YOU conquer - YOU fight.  Weakness is not an option if you want to win.  IF you want to win you do what is necessary to win.  YOU make the choice to run away or to stand and fight.  YOU decide if this is a "Spear in the Sand" moment. 

Oh sure you might have a buddy who helps you out of bed or talks you through the first steps.  BUT that buddy does not lift your feet - fuel the fire or drive the desire to go.  YOU do that. 

I make the choice to go the distance.  I am a man that will not quit because it is hard.  Hard is what makes you better.  Hard is what others don't want to do because it might take more effort than they want to expend.  I want to run faster, harder longer, and further than the other fat men out there.  I want to drive myself to do what others don't because that makes it special for me.  If I want it I will have to go out there and get it.  My fat is something that drives me - provides the fuel for the desire.  I may not be fast now - but wait - that is my next goal - to be fast - fleet of foot and driving to the end.

Now - what are you prepared to do to keep up with the fat man?