Rediscovering Myself (The past year has been a refreshing one)

So it’s been almost a year since my last blog entry and I’ve had time to reset my mind and rearrange my priorities. Why would I feel the need? Well, I got seriously wrapped up in the idea of that 2 hour half marathon time that I forgot the other parts of life that make it worth living. I was pushing myself so hard and yet  I was depressed at my results and new that my physical condition would not allow me to push any harder without compromising the one thing I was running for in the first place, my health.

I won’t lie. It hit me pretty hard coming to the realization that the 2 hour goal would more likely kill me rather than extend my life. I was laser focused on that 2 hour goal and was compromising my health to do so. It’s funny how the human mind can get so absorbed with the notion of a goal that you are willing to compromise so much to get there. In some cases, this can be a good thing. I would go to the ends of the earth for my wife and daughter. I’d compromise my entire existence to keep them from harm if need be and not bat and eye in deciding. I’d compromise so much of this life for more important things like, spreading the love that this world needs these days. Or bringing a smile to the face of a stranger through some randomly silly act I pull in public. Debbie says that one of my qualities she loves most is my sense of humor and how I can make people laugh without even trying sometimes.

What’s that? Do is still run? Yes! You bet! But, these days I’m running for my health not for what little fame I had gained among a select few people online and here in my home town. I no longer feel the need to create a facebook post of every run just to see how many likes and comments I can get. Besides, I’d  ran out of fans on facebook & twitter  saying they were inspired by my story and this also contributed to my loss of interest in training as hard as I did. Pretty shallow huh? To think that one of the contributing factors to my loss of interest was the dimming of the spotlight that had been focused on me? How selfish and narcissistic can one person get? I’m ashamed to even admit this now after rediscovering the happiness that comes from within nowadays.

So between my disappointment in my physical limitations, and my realization that I was not the center of attention anymore, I just jumped off the train for a while to reestablish myself as the person that I really am. I’m a confident realist with a silly side who clings to all things real in this life. I’m driven toward goals that energize me and those around me. I love to laugh and take life one moment at a time without taking any of this life for granted.

Will I continue blogging? Hmm..I don’t have an honest answer for that question just yet. I suppose that depends on factors that I have very little control over. Being honest, I can get the same therapeutic effect from my prose by saving it on my personal computer and never publishing the writings. It’s the idea of getting the words out that helps me so much. Perhaps if anyone finds further value or inspiration from blog entries about all the other things in this “Life after Quadruple Bypass” then I will continue. And if you are among those that feel this way please let me know. But, it won’t be my focus or need for attention that motivates me. Rather, the knowledge that I may be helping someone somewhere deal with the effects of cardiovascular disease and the life changing effect it has. Not only on the patient, but the family. I tend to think Debbie suffered far greater than I did during the operation. She was the one put through the emotional ringer while the surgeons dealt with the complications during the surgery. I just had to lay there unconscious.

And perhaps that might be a good subject to cover moving forward. Talking about the effects that cardiovascular disease can have on a patients family. Who knows?

But, blog or no blog, you can be certain that I’m making the conscious choice to be happy regardless. Because….

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Never let it be said that rest doesn't have it's rightful place in a training program.

Anyone who knows me knows the transition I went through during and after my bypass surgery. This one time lover of the heat who used to say that anything below 60 degrees is freezing now swears that the devil plays in temps of 85 degrees and higher. This is just an example of several of the polar differences between the pre- surgery John and the post-surgery John.

But, this difference has played a key part in difference between my training in the past versus how I trained this summer. The post surgery John CAN'T STAND THE HEAT!!! I HATE IT!! And even getting up at 4:15 in the morning to avoid running in the heat your still running in temps of 80 to 85. The only advantage is that there is no sunlight to zap the energy from my body like it does. So, all summer long I've only been running 10 miles a week running 5 miles at 5am on Tuesdays and Thursdays every week. Sometimes with my friends at Rockwall Running club sometimes with my awesome wife and sometimes just by myself. There might have been a week or two here and there where I got in 15 miles as I help Debbie reach for here goal of a half marathon. But suffice it to say, I've gotten plenty of rest this summer as I spent most of the summer working on projects around the 5 acre property we have flexing my home improvement muscles.

 It's now August 26th. School has started back in most of North Texas and the temps aren't miserable anymore. I went for a 5 miler yesterday and surprised myself with interval times of 8:00 and 7:15. I was pretty happy what that to say the least. This morning I went for a 10 miler and managed to keep an even 10:00 pace for the entire 10 miles. I've never done that before!!! My fastest half marathon pace is 10:27 when I PR's The Cowtown half back in February of this year. Had I finished out the other 3.1 miles this morning (and I could have easily done so) I would have set a new half marathon PR for myself of 2:10 or so. I'm still in disbelief even as I type this just hours after completing the run! And the only thing I can attribute the improvement to is rest. I maintained all summer without loosing my conditioning for the long run. But, got more rest than I have in a long time. My legs feel really strong and agile. I continue to have my Massage Therapist/Wife work on my legs on a regular basis and tried not to go completely berserk when it comes to all those pool parties we were invited to over the summer and the great potluck dishes that are normally served. And let's not forget the alcohol. Again, anyone who knows me knows my love of beer. I even agreed to wake up at oh my God;30 in the morning one day because a running friend promised to have some cold beer on ice when we finished our 5 miles. Thanks Soky!!!...THAT'S how much I like beer!! And don't get me started on rum or someone will end up on the pool.

But, I tired to keep some (stress some) moderation on my alcohol consumption over the summer. And I like to think that has played to my advantage as well. Now, hopefully the temps will stay out the red zone and allow me to keep training toward that 2 hour half marathon finish.

Remember,
Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

A humbling reminder why I do what I do with Team RWB

Ok. So, it's been awhile since my last blog entry but I thought I'd sum up something that happened to me yesterday at a local establishment. You all know my 2015 goal of 12 half marathons for the year. So far I've completed 5 of the 12. Having done The Louisiana Half, The Cowtown Half, The Stonebridge Half, The Longview Half, and The OKC memorial Half back in April. I'd have 6 under my belt if my beloved Patriot Half hadn't been cancelled. But, I digress.

I still get comments about how inspirational it is to see me running the way I do but, I honestly don't feel like the inspiration I once was. After All, time heals all wounds and also fades the glories that come with such efforts to overcome. Then, something happens like that experience I had just yesterday. And it is all put back into perspective.

I was at a local establishment and could see these two older gents talking to one another across a table. They were both wearing their "Retired Air Force" commemorative hats as we all see some veterans doing from time to time. I think it's the coolest thing to see! Just my two cents though. I can see they are talking pretty passionately about a subject but, I'm to far way to hear the conversation. I want to get up and go talk to them and thank them both for their service as I'm sure they are war veterans from The Vietnam War based on how old they appeared to be, but struggle when it comes to approaching people on my own. No just military veterans, but people in general. It's a little known fact about me, I'm pretty shy at first meeting. SHHH!!! Don't tell anyone though.

Well, I sat there for a while then I made eye contact with one of them by accident. Then again. And again. It was becoming obvious that I was looking at them. But, the guy never flinched or batted an eye. He just kept on talking about what story he was telling his buddy. I'm sure I was the only one feeling awkward. At least, I'd hoped that was the case. We caught eyes a couple more times and my awkwardness turned into conviction. I should go talk to these guys! They are the hero's that I run for. What's the worst that could happen if I approach them right? It's not like they're gonna kick me in the face for interrupting the cup of coffee they both drinking.

So, I got up from me seat and walked across the room to face them both and said, "Hi Gentlemen. I noticed you're both veterans." I instantly though to myself, "DUUUHH!!! It's on their hats John! Of course their veterans you moron!". They both smiled so brightly that the room got brighter all of a sudden. The took turns introducing themselves as Retired Lt. Col. Gomer Lewis and Retired Air Force Master Sgt. Edwin Taylor. Both had served in Vietnam for several years. I wish I had taken note of each of their years of service to quote accurately, but my mind didn't kick in that quickly.

After hearing their introductions, I took time to introduce myself and told them how I run with Team RWB and carry a flag when I run some of my races to honor Military veterans such as themselves. They both reacted with such humble thankfulness and appreciation that it was almost overwhelming to me. I went on to tell them how much I really appreciate all they have done for our country and poured out my thanks to them both.

Just as I was going to walk back to my seat, Gomer looks at me close and says, "Do you live in Rockwall?" I of course answered in the affirmative. And he lit up even more! You're the guy with the flag that runs in Rockwall!! I saw the article written about you on July 4th!" he says. He leans over to his friend and explains the story to him almost as if to remind him of the story they had both read together. After realize who I am, they both got tears in their eyes and almost visible lumps in their throats as they tried to express how much it means to them to be appreciated in such a bold way. I had to fight off the urge to join the tear jerker they started here, and I told them how honored I am to honor them for the sacrifices they made and continue to struggle with even to this day.

I gave them my phone number and told them how I'd be honored to run for any of their fellow veterans and encouraged them to reach out to me with any names that come to mind as I want to do my best to honor as many vets as possible. They both promised to do so with tears still remaining in their eyes as we all finally realized what I scene we were causing among the few that had stopped to watch us interacting.

I gathered myself and walked back to my seat. I sat reflecting on what had just happened, As a result of my choice to overcome my fear of approaching people, these two guys will have a great day today. Not because of me. No! But, because a single member of the public that these guys were fighting to keep safe finally shook their hand and offered a very genuine "Thank You". Not only that, but a thank you that was random and unsolicited. We weren't attending some military gala honoring vets. We weren't attending some formal event that is set up to gain positive public relations. Just another member of society acknowledging the fact that these guys gave of themselves to fight for a country that is now in large part, so self absorbed that we don't recognize the true heros among us. These individuals don't ask for a parade or news stories telling of their blooding fights in the jungles of deserts of the world, while following orders laid out by a corrupt and greedy government. Nope. They just fade away into the coffee shops and back drops of America.

And THAT brings me to my reminder. I started out running for me. To avoid the operating table. Then, I was running to provide inspiration to those who came to rely on me as their source of motivation. Now, I run to keep alive a memory of those who serve in our nation's military. I will still keep my goal of 12 half's this year even though I'll have to double up here and there but, I now run with a reinforced purpose.








 I guess I just lost perspective and needed a little reminder.

The OKC Memorial Half Marathon proved to be fantastic!!!!

On my quest to run 12 half marathons this year, I've had some pretty serious "Runners High" moments. But, none like this one that hit me in OKC. Let me tell you why...

My wife and I met Ned Landers and his wife Kate at a resort in Cancun last year when we were on vacation. Ned and I get to talking and Ned is and American Veteran. One of those people I give my highest respects to. I proceed to tell Ned how I belong to Team RWB and how I try to honor American Veterans during some of my races. He immediately invited me to come run the OKC Memorial race that is held in memory of those lives lost and adversely effected by the bombings that took place there 20 years ago this year. I instantly felt compelled to do it as soon as he mentioned it. Especially considering my 12 in 2015 goal. So, we kept in touch after arriving back in the state. A few months go by and I secured my registration for the race and made sure to tell Ned that I am officially registered for the race on April 26th 2015. Which also happens to be our 18th wedding anniversary for my wife and I. You've all read how awesome my wife is through my blog here, but let me tell you what a wonderful woman I am married to. When I told her that the race was ON OUR ANNIVERSARY she never blinked. She insisted that I run the race knowing how much it would mean to me and even more importantly, how much it would mean to the veterans I'm honoring. She ASTOUNDS me!! I hit the jackpot, got a bingo, and a full house all at the same time when I took vows with her. You're Awesome Baby!!

But, I'm getting distracted...

There were talks of motorcycle escorts along the plans that never came to fruition because of liability issues, but there were other plans that Ned would jump in the race at the 10 mile marker and help me bring Old Glory to the finish line. Ned knew this would get the rest of the gang to the race just so they could see the leader of the American Veterans Motorcycle Club (who doesn't run, by the way) run for 3 miles and keep up with what they were referring to as a (professional runner). There were plans to have my favorite after run beer there, landshark lager with lime wedge, and lots of pictures. And to make it even better, I was going to have my 3 favorite ladies there to cheer me on. My wife, my daughter and my Mom who was traveling up with my stepdad who is another American hero from the Vietnam War. Thanks for your service Pop!! There were news cameras hovering helicopters over me constantly it seemed and I couldn't help but notice the big news cameras at the finish that captured Ned and I bring Old Glory across the finish line.  Now it's understood that the helicopters were not just there for me. But, by golly I got nervous anyway!! I've honored veterans before but, never have the veterans I'm honoring been right there along the race course. Let alone, actually running WITH me. So, I was nervous!

A week or so before the race I get my email with my bib number. Then panic set in!

I had to take a step back and remember that these guys are just happy to be remembered let alone have some little runner guy carry a flag for 13.1 miles in their honor. It'll be fine John! I kept telling myself this the entire week. 

My wife, Daughter and I all traveled to OKC a day early to have a chance to relax and get some time with my Mom and Stepdad and enjoy some family time. We even took in the local scenery trying out Toby Keith's I Love This Bar & Grill there in OKC. Kind of a cool place...once. Of course this was after taking time to go to the expo to pick up my race packet/bib. And while I was there I even got a picture with the TomTom Rep.

I spent time with the family that evening getting in my carbs at a local Italian restaurant across the way from the hotel were staying at. Then had some "Anniversary drinks" in a Hilton across the way where we met a couple of ladies who happen to be running the OKC as well. They were running the full marathon and had arrived early as well. Shout out to Michelle Bovee and See C Run!! You ladies are motivating!!!

I got to bed early the night before the race and had everything staged to an easy get away in the morning. I even had the specially purchased flag that Ned and the guys at AVMC had provided just for THIS race race. As I was staged in corral D, I sent a text to Ned knowing that he planned on being at the start of the race. I let Old Glory fly early to give Ned an easy way to find me. Ned and Pill Box (nickname) found me and kept me company as the race slowly began letting the first to corrals get on the road. It takes quite a while to let 26,000 people get started in a marathon setting. 

I had no plans for a PR or even a specific pace or finish time in mind. It was all about honoring our vets on this day. It's a good thing I didn't make any goals because my stomach was in knots as it was anyway. It was really encouraging to find some of my friends from the Rockwall Running Club along the way cheering and taking pictures for us all.

I got to mile 10 with no problems and eventually I caught sight of Ned standing in the median of a major street that the course follows. Ned jumped in there and we cantored our way toward the finish line. Ned was even nice enough to carry the flag for me as I made sure to text my wife as we approached the last mile so she could have some idea of when I might be crossing the finish line. As Ned and I approached the timing towers as the finish, I invited Ned to grab the handle on the flag pole and we brought Old Glory home together. Let me tell ya!..THAT WAS COOL!!!!!!

That made for a runner's high like I've never had before. I was so appreciative of all I have and what these guys (our vets) fight for. I was PUMPED!!!

Now Ned and I have crossed the finish line. We're both really pumped and pooped at the same time. "It's time for some nutrition and that beer we talked about Ned", were the first words out of my mouth after catching my breath from speeding up toward the finish. I grabbed a chocolate milk for the long walk to go back to the gang where they were taking pictures and video from the side. But, I hadn't found my family yet. So, I picked up my phone to call and low & behold, my wife is calling me. After some confusion, we found one another for the "post race" pics and went to go get that beer. 

Ned and I made our way around the barricades and found the members of the AVMC and after a few pictures, the vets took time to properly fold Old Glory so that they can get a shadow box and have it displayed at the clubhouse next to the picture that I took with the gang.

Now anytime I go to OKC I'm invited to go to the AVMC clubhouse and see the display and remember the day that made me so nervous and left me so pumped. It was definitely one for the record books!

And I finished off that entire 6 pack of LandShark Lager with exception to the one I gave to my wife. And the best part of that? With the 3.2 laws in Oklahoma, I never even came close to getting drunk. Wait...maybe that's bad news. Haha!!! Wink Wink

Remember...

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Moving behind the scenes for once...The Fairview Half

Every once in a while you're presented with an opportunity you just can't resist. I recently had this happen to me in the way of a race I was planning on making one of my 12 in 2015. Those you who follow my blog have heard me mention my friend Lee. Lee is a great guy all the way around and has taught me a lot when it comes to proper training and nutrition in running races effectively.

But, something else Lee is very good at is working races. So, when he presented me with an opportunity to work The Fairview Half with him on April 11th, I couldn't dare say no. There is too much opportunity to learn more about races behind the scenes in an opportunity like this. Besides, I can always find another race to help fulfill my commitment to 12 in 2015 somewhere else down the road.

So, instead of running The Fairview Half like I did last year, I'll be up with the roosters crow (before it actually) getting the course laid out properly making sure we do our part to keep the half marathon and 5K courses clearly marked and learning more about what it takes to organize and put on a race. And I'm especially excited to work a race that is organized and put on by Libby Jones. Libby has become a bit of a legend in the North Texas area among the running community. Her races are perfectly organized, well staffed, there is always great crowd support, and Libby herself is the driving force behind such perfection.

I have to admit, part of me is jealous. I love to run with all my friends and the bling that comes with completing The Fairview Half is epic compared to most races. But I like to learn, and this is an opportunity to learn from two of the best.

So a note to all my running friends who will be running The Fairview Half & 5K...

Though you may not see me, I'll be there. Though I may not be running, I'll be sweating. Even though I may not be crossing the finish line to receive the coveted medal, I'll be receiving something just as precious in the way of knowledge and experience. And I get to work with two people in the running community that I admire and hold in high regard, Lee Chatham and Libby Jones.

See ya there folks!! Bright eyed and bushy tailed!!

And remember...
Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Legs Cramps Hurt Like "Hill" - The Longview Half has plenty of them

Who knew?? I certainly had no idea that Longview Texas had so many hills. And what's funny is the fact that I'm well acquainted with Longview since I go there often for work. But, driving around those rolling hills never dawned on me. Add to this fact that I was not eating properly leading up to the race. Right down to the night before when I ate Fajitas at a local mexican food restaurant there in Longview. The only redeeming thing that comes to mind as I sit down to type this is that fact that I train on hills regularly.

But, the hills of Longview caught me off guard completely. None steep, mind you, Just bunches and bunches of rolling hills. One right after the other. In preparation for other races, I've often looks at elevation charts for the coarse. But, I didn't bother to do that with this race since I had convinced myself that the course would be pretty flat. I mean, it's East Texas right? How many hills can that have compared to Rockwall? A saying comes to mind...
What happens when you assume? We all know the answer. But in the situation I was the only one affected by my assumption.

I had chosen to run this one for my friends in Team RWB and for all our nations veterans. So, i packed my Team RWB shirt and Old Glory along with all my other running gear and my wife and daughter joined me for the trip to Longview, Tx. I have a good friend of mine who lives in Longview on a beautiful piece of property with a cabin that he allows me to use from time to time. I came in very handy this time around. It's very quaint and peaceful there and reminds me very much of our property here at home. It was nice to have some quality time together as the three of us enjoyed feeding the catfish and listening to the birds singing. Rather than have to stay in some stuffy hotel room that way it usually goes when you travel to a race.

The next morning we all go up early to get to the race since the start time is 7:30am. In typical John Gillespie fashion, I forgot something in that car as Debbie dripped me off in the parking lot with a kiss. I had to call her so that I could retrieve my bottles of green tea from the trunk and take off the jacket that I was still wearing when I got out of the car. After causing my self stress (and Debbie mind you), I ran back to the starting line. As I unrolled Old Glory, I was approached by a guy who said, "I'm glad to see someone still carries the colors I fought for. Thanks for doing so." He showed me his Marine Corp tattoo and put out his hand to shake. I shook his hand an told him he is one of the reasons why I run for Team RWB.

Just as the Marine Corp Vet and I were talking, I was approached by one of the race volunteers and told that they had forgotten to bring a flag and asked if I would hold the flag for The Star Spangled Banner. "Of course! That's an honor!", I said. After a resounding chorus, we were off and running.

I told myself I had no time goals for this race. But, then I've told myself this before. And as I get out on the course I start competing with myself again. I maintained a 10:15 pace up until the 6 mile mark. But, then the biggest hill on the course took me out with a vengeance. I went from 10:15 to 12:30 in less than 5 minutes. And it was all downhill from there (or uphill, as it would seem).  Until, I embreaced it. Then, the fun began!

I had lots of people honking as I ran along US 259 on the north end of town showing their appreciation for Old Glory as she waved along behind me while I struggled to catch up to my 10:15 avg goal. But, it wasn't happening. Round about mile marker 10 I came across a young guy who was walking along the far left hand side of the course. I figured maybe he could use a little encouragement so I ran up beside him and introduced myself. He said his name is Christopher and he is just getting back into running after a long hiatus. I could tell he was struggling by the way he was breathing. I thought about how I feel when I'm struggling like this. And the last thing I want at that point is to try and carry on a conversation. So, I just silently walked with him only answering his questions, which were few. Eventually, he regained himself. Looked at me and said, "Thanks! Good luck to ya!" as he started running again. I took a couple of deep breaths and took off as well. Eventually passing the young man and wishing him well as I did so.

As I passed the 12.5 mile point I got a cramp in my calf that I'm convinced would have taken down a thoroughbred horse for sure. My right toes pointed to the ground and literally had to put the balls of my feet against the curb and push my toes back up to cross the finish line that was only six tenths of a mile away. UGH!! I've had cramps in my calf before. But, this one left an impression that I'm still dealing with 2 days later. Time to call up my extremely talented wife/massage therapist. I wish I weren't so had headed sometimes. I'm sure she could've fixed it by now.

As I limped toward the finish line, I could see a lady that had passed me on a couple of occasions out on the course. I was fully impressed because this lady had to be every bit of 65 of older and she was running strong. But, now she was limping just as I. I came around the last corner of the high school track where the finish line resides and a slowed down to check on her. She said he hip had started hurting in a serious way and she didn't it in her to run any further. So, I told her I would like to finish with her if she was ok with that. She, tired to encourage me to go on. But, I told her I'd be honored if she would allow me to walk across the finish line with her. Her husband standing there at the finish line gave her the nod and we held hands as we walked under the RunON finish line arch. It was a very gratifying feeling to encourage someone who can inspire the way that this lady had been doing for the whole race. The only thing missing?? Pictures! Debbie had misunderstood me when I told her I would be crossing the finish line around 9:45 or 10:00am. She and Faith were still in the car at this point driving back toward the stadium where it all finished. Oh Well.

I finished the race in 2:30:14 right at 10am. Though, I forgot to stop my TomTom, again and recorded my own time of 2:31:10. And I'm still limping this morning as I recover.

Time to go see my massage therapist! Not everyone has their own in house. And this one is the best looking therapist around. But, I may be biased.

Remember...
Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Running in the Frozen Tundra / Should I buy some snow shoes?

Alright!!!..Ok!...I'm exaggerating. But, The Cowtown Marathon was almost cancelled altogether due to the ice and snow that moved through the area last week. But, the organizers did a very good job of making the right calls at all the right times. The conditions left behind by Friday's snowstorm were not safe to run in, let alone driving to get there.

And I feel really bad for some of the volunteers that were working the booths here and there dealing with frustrated people who were taking their frustrations out on those innocent volunteers. VOLUNTEERS FOLKS!!! That means that aren't even getting paid to listen to you complain and make threats. YES!! I'm talking to all those people who were screaming at people (both online and in person) that were merely trying to assist as much as possible even though they had no control over the decisions made by the organizers to cancel some of the races that were ruined by the storm. I was shocked at one particular individual who actually made threats of legal action toward one of the volunteers as I was standing in line behind him. I felt bad for the poor girl who had to listen to this guy go on & on screaming at the top of his lungs about how they would be hearing from his legal counsel. The lack of understanding was causing a blemish on the runner's society from my point of view. And the young girl was horrified at how she was being talked to as her manager had to step in take over the situation. He just stomped away looking like a very self centered and self absorbed individual, who made it a point to tell folks how he drove here this morning just to tell The Cowtown Marathon how mad he is and what kind of trouble he is going to cause for them. Very sad.

But for me, I was very pleased with the decisions of the organizers in spite of losing the opportunity to run the 10K with Old Glory for Team RWB. I can see why they made the decision that they did and I think they did a very good job of salvaging what they could of a bad situation without compromising safety for all involved. Good Folks! It's part of why The Cowtown is my favorite race.

I had told myself that I was going to beat my finish time from last year. I finish Cowtown Half last year in 2 hrs 28 min. I also told myself that I would NOT walk no matter what. I made my green tea that night before the half (the only race that was salvageable after the snow & ice) and had it in my hydration belt along with my marshmallows. I had it all together even though I wasn't sure that the half marathon would still be ran as I watched the news that evening. But, I staged it all for a quick and quite get away for Sunday morning.

I made the decision after looking outside at 4am, to go ahead and run the race. I ran into a little ice on the bridges in Fort Worth, but nothing I couldn't handle. I grabbed a bathroom stall in the men's room and made my "Superman" change into my running regalia. I even had time to spare to walk around what was left of the Exp and take in the sights.

I even got to spend some time with a friend from high school as we were staged in the stage corral fro the start. Sharon and I were on the Gymnastics team together in HighSchool. Yes! I was on the Gymnastics team! I even went to State Finals one year. I was also a cheerleader for those who are laughing right now. Go ahead and get it all out now. As a matter of fact, Sharon was on the cheerleading team as well. She might have even been captain (if I recall correctly). Hats off to Sharon she just finished running The Dopey Challenge with Disney and still made it Cowtown for the half. Good Job Sharon! Tell your husband I said hello.
Time for a quick selfie and OFF WE GO!!!

There was still some ice along the course though it was reduced to slush along the streets in Trinity Park and there was the occasional frozen obstacle here and there. But, it wasn't anything that even the most freshman of runners couldn't hop over. I had my play list going. It was 32 degrees with a light mist/rain. The kid of conditions that most runner feel miserable standing still but once you get past that first mile or two it feels great. The kind of weather where personal records get broken.

And that's exactly what happened. Not only did I beat my previous time at cowntown, I made a new P.R. of 2 Hrs 17Min 2Sec. Beating my previous P.R. of 2:17:29 by the full 27 seconds. And in my mind every second counts. 

I didn't waste any time getting back inside the convention center after crossing the finish line. I got my free thermal blanket and moved on to get my free food. Banana here; yogourt there. I drank a 12oz bottle of muscle mile in one giant gulp. I went to get my finishers shirt and caught up with a friend of mine and made a new running friend in the process. Congratulations on your finish of 1:55 Matt Petty. Hard work paying off for you buddy.

After a couple of Miller Lites as we all cooled down. we all decided to make our way home. I thought about stretching in the parking lot next to my car but it was entirely too cold for such nonsense. So, I got inside and took a selfie instead. 

Here's to another Half Marathon in the books. The 3rd in my quest to run 12 Half's this year. It was cold, It was touch & go. It was wet and drury. But, it was worth it. Thanks Cowtown!! A class act in the running world!

Remember Folks.

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

The Cowtown Half Marathon, where it all started for me

At the risk of sounding too sentimental, I'm really looking forward to this weekends race in my old stomping grounds. Most of you who have been following along know that after my surgery I took up running and then started training for my very first half marathon with some friends that I graduated with high school. My most sincere thanks to Mark and Brad for inviting me to join along in the training for the Dallas Half Marathon in 2013 that was ultimately iced over. But then, The Cowtown Half Marathon 2014 ended up being my very first and I wouldn't change this fact even if I had a time machine.

"The Cowtown" as it is affectionately called by many, earned a special place in my heart last year. It was the start of my new life and lifestyle. It's where I learned what I'm really capable. The streets of Fort Worth are where I grew up. Especially along the cobblestone streets of The Fort Worth Stockyards where I spent so many Friday and Saturday nights in my younger years. Hanging out at all the little bars and taverns along Exchange Street with all my friends are very fond memories looking back. I even worked at Billy Bob's Texas back in those days.

As I ran those streets last year, I spent time reflecting on some of those memories among others. So, because of this, I get a little misty. Pardon me while I do so.

This year, I'll be running The Cowtown Challenge. Running the 10K on Saturday and the Half Marathon on Sunday. Last year I ran the 5K/Half combination and felt strong after the 5K so this year I'm gonna try the 10K. Also, this year I'm gonna run the 10K for Team RWB carrying Old Glory for our nations veterans and the Half for myself wearing my signature "Heart Shirt".

 When I was in that prep room watching nurses and surgeons get ready to open my chest, I made my wife a promise. She stressed how much she needs me to fight back and how much she and our daughter need me. "I need you to fight John. Fight with everything you've got to recover", were the words I had repeating in my head as the anesthesiologist gave me the "happy juice" as he called it, in my I.V.

Those were also the words I recalled as I ran The Cowtown Half last year. Along with the memories of my PawPaw who served as the only true father figure in my life growing. Running, distance running specifically, can spawn a lot of deep rooted thoughts. Some happy, some not so happy. Last year I experienced both and I expect this year to be the same after considering all the thoughts above.

Last year I came running down Lancaster avenue crying my eyes out hoping no one would notice as I faced some of those memories. Then settled in to the idea that I had a lot of emotional baggage to unload and let it all out right there on the half marathon course.  Crying both happy tears and tears of sadness, I learned what it really means to let go.

What is it about distance running that opens this "Pandora's Box" in my mind? I spent a lot of time trying answer this question after last years cowtown. But a year later, I've learned to just enjoy the positive results that come after a run be they emotional results, or just the typical runner high.

Although, I'm pretty sure it's going to be emotional again. Because as I said, Cowtown holds a special place in my heart. Watch out Cowtown!! John Gillespie is coming home again (for the weekend).

Remember,
Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

The Stonebridge Ranch Half Marathon (2nd of my 12 in2015)

This one was a fun small race in McKinney, Tx put on by Playtri. It was my first time running in a Playtri event and I was fairly impressed. Though it was a small event (only about 400 runners between the 5K and Half), I could see the organization put in by the race team and support staff. There was plenty of communications regarding packet pick up and race day timelines through emails and the personnel at the Rockwall location of Playtri inside the Rockwall Cycle Center where I picked up my packet several days ahead of time had answers to all my questions.

On race day I wasn't as impressed but, still not completely disappointed. The Course was clearly marked in about 60% of the areas leaving the balance up to you trying to find the person who is running a 100 yards ahead you as you deal with visual obstructions that prevent you from doing so. There were plenty of staff handing out medals at the finish line but, little else. But, this was a small race so my expectations weren't set really high to begin with although; I see no logical reason why the course couldn't have been more clearly marked in certain areas.

But, I that’s just my 2 cents…

What really mattered on the race was my efforts to honor another American Hero with my membership to Team RWB. This time honoring Sergeant Norman Gervais, known by has friends as “Frenchie”. Sergeant Gervais served in the war in Vietnam from 1969 – 1970 and managed to make it back home alive.

I gathered my running gear the night before and made sure I had Sergeant Gervais’ Military details correct before printing up a bib in his honor. Just like any other race that I dedicate to a specific Military Hero/Veteran, I had to get a picture to remember and recall up on later.

I decided a few weeks ago that I will treat this race just like any other training run. But, I’d be carrying Old Glory on THIS training run adding a  little more resistance to the run which couldn’t hurt in the midst of training right?

So, when I go on a training run (any distance), I don't bother carrying any fuel. I carry water in my hydration belt and that's it. So, that's what I did that day of the race. No fuel. Afterall, I didn't have any time goals for this race anyway. I just wanted to honor the Nations Vets. So, I had nothing to lose by not fueling on the run.

The first few miles I tried to hold the reins and keep it to an 11 min avg. But, my competitive side kicked in as people kept passing me. I tried to tell myself, "This is just another training run John." But, this only worked for about 4 or 5 miles. I even told myself that I didn't have a reasonable chance since I was carrying a 2' x 4' flag in winds that were gusting to 25 mph. But, that little competitor kept poking his head out from my subconscious mind and taking over. I really felt the urge to run after a passed a small pack at a water station at mile 5. That's when I failed to keep my plan. I stopped resisting the instinctive run signals that were going off in my brain and turned on the extra steam that I knew I had in the engine room. Miles 5 through 9 were strong. I passed up about half of those that had passed me earlier and felt pretty good. I took water at every station knowing that i didn't bother packing any water in my belt. I even had some Gatorade at a couple of the stations to keep the electrolytes up. But, I didn't count of the course have soo many hills. I'm not afraid of hills, mind you. In fact, anyone who's ever run with me on a course that has even one hill knows this. But, hills take more energy than a flat course and when you're not fueling along the way, well....

Needless to say, I ran out of steam eventually. As I rounded a corner during mile 10, I felt my legs get heavy. A couple of the guys that I had passed several miles ago passed me during the last 5K while I was struggling to get my juju back. 

Now, I am one of those who feeds off the energy of the crowd of any cheerers along the way. I've been know to go from struggling to keep an 11 min pace to all of a sudden running a 9 min pace. But, with a race as small as this, there is very little cheering going on along the course and your left to motivate your self. So, I continued to press on with tired legs and no fuel teaching my body to learn to convert fat to energy. At least that's what I'm hoping after reading some articles about runners who have taught their body to do just that, burn fat for energy on the run. 

When I looked at my TomTom and noticed I was at mile 12, decided to push harder and continue as I always do to finish strong. Fortunately, the last half mile finishes crossing a damn on the small lake in the middle of Stonebridge Ranch which means it's flat. I crossed the finish line running an 8:34 pace with my legs BURNING!!! I went straight for the Nesquik tent for some chocolate milf after grabbing my medal.

One of the guys attending to the Nesquik tent asked if he could get a picture to submit back to Nestle headquarters with me my chocolate milk and my flag. I agreed to a "quick" picture and told him I pose as long he'd be willing to text the picture to me so that I could share it with you all. Thank God for the chocolate milk. I could feel the nutrition hitting all parts of my body soon after. I even went back for a 2nd bottle. They even had Girl Scout cookie flavors. Who could resist Thin Mint flavored chocolate milk? Really? And Samoa! It may have been my ravenous state but, Holy Cow they were good! So good that I forgot all about my slip up forgetting to stop my TomTom and lost my time. Oh well. I just took another swig of my milk and grabbed a banana for the road.

I called my daughter to tell to get dressed so we could go get some lunch together once I get home. And that leads me to tell you all, I have decided after much debate and self reflection that the Double Cheeseburger with seasoned curly fries is THE BEST post race food. Hands Down!!! I'm glad I have 10 more excuses left year to eat something so delectable. 

And by the way, I received notice of my time later. I finished in 2:28. Not bad, all things considered.

Remember Folks!

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

My Phone Fiasco (A Runner with no Tunes)

Most of us newbie runners (I still consider myself a newbie) run with our cell phones. Some runners have them strapped to their arms; others have them in that “special pouch” that is built in to the more expensive athletic clothing, while others just carrying their phone in hand during a run. I myself carry mine in a running belt. You can call it a fanny pack, or a hip belt, or a hydration belt call it whatever you want. I get made fun of for mine because it does look more like a fanny pack than a hydration belt but it has bottles that came with the belt. SO THERE! LOL

Either way, I carry my phone in my “running belt”. I don't use any of the free apps like some of my fellow newbies use anymore. I now use my TomTom Runner Cardio for recording data and measuring performance. But, I still like to run with music which is on my phone. I KNOW, I KNOW!! Some still stand firm in the belief that it is dangerous to run with music. I can see the point they are making. But, we have more than one type of sensory system in the human body (ie. Smell, Taste, Sight, Sound & Touch) and I am not afraid to use them all. Some of them I can use in concert like when I run. I hear my music and I watch for cars, pedestrians, and any other potential problems both ahead of me and behind. I even carry pepper spray for the occasional stray dog that is found on the country roads out here where I still run on occasion. Yes, I have been bitten once. And it only takes once to learn to carry some protection. But, that's another subject for another blog entry isn't it?

But, I’m not writing this entry to begin a debate over the subject of running with or without music in your ears. No. I’m sharing my personal disappointments with a situation I had play out surrounding my phone as it applies to my running life.

 

Ya see back in November of last year I was running with some friends of mine on the trails at White Rock Lake in Dallas. I was doing some speed work. Or at least what I call “speed”. And I had worked up a pretty serious sweat doing so. My phone was in my “running belt” playing my favorite tunes just as loud as I could play them knowing that the threat of cars coming up on me were far fewer on the routes I normally run alone.  It was around the 7.5 mile mark of the 9 mile route around the lake when my music stopped. I looked at the screen to my phone and it was blank and not responding at all. CRAP!!! What’s wrong with my phone!?!?

My fellow runners already know reading up to this point exactly what has happened. My frothy sweat storm had dripped its way into the “running belt” and seeped into my phone rendering it useless. I couldn't even get it to power up to call home and let my wife know I was going to breakfast with my friends after the run so she wouldn’t worry.

Now what!?!?! I had just upgraded to this new LG G3 a month prior. Now it’s already dead? And if the little water dot indicators inside make it look like I dropped it in water then the warranty won’t cover it. Here I was worrying about my own well being on the run when it was my phone I should've been concerned with.

Well, I took the phone to the AT&T location where I bought it and learned that the water indicators were dry and it showed no signs of water damage. WHEWW!!! Now, all I had to do was take to the warranty center in North Dallas and get it replaced. YEAH RIGHT!! As usual, AT&T can’t communicate properly (Go figure, from a communications company) and the warranty center doesn’t keep the G3 in stock. Now, I have to go an entire week with my phone dead and no way to listen to my tunes on the run. Really?? “This was my biggest concern?” you might ask. No. Not really. But, it was my first thought. How can I "Run Against the Wind" without Bob Seger there to motivate me? Sorry for the punny joke. I couldn't resist. But honestly, with as dependent as I am on my cell phone, it shut me down for a week, all because I wanted to get some speed work in.

Well, long story short…I got the phone replaced after some other issues along the way. I had to have the replacement replaced as well because it came with the same defects which lead to yet another week with no phone.

But, it made me realize that I depend on my phone way too much. Though, I still insist on running with my tunes.

But, it makes me want to ask the question of you all.

Do we rely on our cell phones to much these days? Let me know your thoughts. Click the “comments” link below and share your opinion. Do you use your phone to run? Are we too reliant on our cell phones as a whole?

Let’s hear it…

The Good, The Bad, & The Sickly (THIS runners perspective on the common cold)

We've all had it. We have list of a Aliases for it. The Crud, The Junk, A Cold, The Snots & some even call it "Cooties". Whatever the name, I got it. For the first time in more than 5 five years I got a cold. It's absolutely normal for me to get my semi-annual sinus infection. I can usually count on getting it once in the winter and once in the summer. Just part of the territory when it comes to being John Gillespie. But, what I thought was a sinus infection setting in, turned out to me a cold that took me of the road for 5 days. For a full 120 hours I was completely useless to the running society. I felt like I had been hit by that freight train that I've heard so many others talk about. I wasn't ready for a reunion with the common cold but the virus was certainly ready to play catch up after all the time we'd missed.

But, this time was different. I laid around the house constantly worrying about losing all the ground I've gained during the last 2 years of working on my run. In my mind I'm thinking that if I don't get back out on the road I'm gonna lose it all! I'm thinking this as my nose is glowing red like an airport beacon and my head feels like I have an active bowling ally between my ears. I'm drinking NyQuil like it's Gatorade at a marathon water station and I have a cough that has left my throat feeling like ground beef that has been soaked in diesel and set a flame. Yet, I still worried about my conditioning, of the loss thereof. I'm looking at my facebook friends posting the results of their runs and feeling jealous and disappointed with myself for not do what I need to do to maintain my conditioning.

Why was I being so hard on myself? God only knows! In my mind, I KNOW that 2 years of conditioning won't be lost in 5 days. Yet, I still feel like I'm letting myself down. Common sense dictates that the body will not lose conditioning so fast that all my hard work is lost while I sit there on the couch watching the sparrows fling about in the front yard. But, I still had a guilty conscience sitting there by my pile of used tissues.

Why indeed? Why did I feel so bad about not running in spite of my sickness? After a nice 5 miler this morning (on the other side of my cold), I felt the answer. I LOVE TO RUN!!! I DO!!

I know! Not revelation knowledge to anyone who knows me. But, I lose sight sometimes. And I know I'm not the only one. So when I was sitting there in the midst of my pity party wiping my nose and coughing up the unmentionable mess that results in such a virus, I'm feeling bad not because I'm concerned about losing all my hard work, or that my body will forget how to do fartleks. No. I'm just mad. Mad that I can't get out there and enjoy the euphoria that comes with a good solid run. Plug in my music, put on my shades, start my TomTom and run. That's it! I just want to run!

So, the next time sickness takes you out for a few days, don't fret about conditioning. Don't feel like you're gonna lose everything you've worked for. Just rest. The road will wait and welcome you back when you're ready. Just the same way it did this morning when I got back out there. I'm not full speed yet. But, give it a couple of more runs and I'll be back on track.

Though, I have to admit. It was tough to fight of the urge to get in some speed work during my run this morning. You can see where I started off fast intending to do 1 mile fartleks. But, came to my senses and chose to ease back into things.

Here's to hoping you all can avoid the bug that I just kicked. Let me tell ya! It's a doozy! 

Happy Running Y'all!!!

and remember....

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

The Louisiana Half Marathon (The 1st of my 12 in 2015)

Yep!!! I got the first one done! And it went really well. I wanted to run this race for 2 reasons.

            1. It’s a great race with lots of support.

2                2. It gave me a chance to visit a good of friend of mine who lives in Baton Rouge where the                     race take place.

It started out just my daughter and I going together.  Then my wife decided to join us. I was really glad to hear this news because she is my biggest supporter in my quest to run my 12 half marathons. In fact, she is the one who takes most of my pictures during trainings and races. She’s simply THE BEST!

Now, all was in place. I know I'm not trained for a 2 hour finish yet. So, I didn't have the added pressure of a goal time during this race. This allowed me to let loose and have more fun than usual during the race. I used it as a training run rather than another race, which proved to be beneficial.

As a heart patient, I try to keep my diet as natural as possible. Now, I don't claim to eat 100% & clean.  I don’t follow any specific diet plan. No Atkins. No Palio. None of that.  I mean, COME ON!!! I’m human!!! And I admit that I sometimes indulge in the occasional Fast food burger. God Bless Whataburger!! But, I keep these indulgences to a very minimum because of the saturated fats in them that contribute heavily to heart disease….Just me being real here…

But, I was looking for some alternatives to the chemical laced energy gels and other products like it out there that I’m not comfortable using while running. So, I found some alternatives online that are a little less chemicals in them. MARSHMALLOWS!!! I used Marshmallows on the run! Since I settled into the run as “just another training run” I felt comfortable toying around with my nutrition on the run. And the marshmallows delivered exactly what I needed. I popped a few every time I passed an even numbered mile marker along the race route and it worked beautifully.

I also toyed around my hydration. Using a race as a training run makes this easy to do since there are water stations along the race. So, I started thinking about my VO2Max. I wonder if there is any way to increase my VO2Max?  Hmmm….

For years I drank green tea sitting at my desk in an office job I remember it helping me get rid of that groggy feeling in the afternoons. Green tea is loaded with antioxidants and other key nutrients that help the process of getting oxygen to your body where it may be needed.  “I wonder if this includes muscle tissue?.” I asked myself. I made a batch at home before leaving to drive to Baton Rouge and put in my hydrations bottles. I sweetened it with honey (more energy providing carbs) and off we went the next morning.  

 We arrived in Baton Rouge in just enough time to pick up my race packet the evening before at the expo. We stopped & snapped a couple of pictures along the way (Thanks Deb!), and then went to our friend’s house for a nice evening with a gourmet pasta dinner and good conversation. And, as a bonus, our two friends have decided to join me for my last half marathon of the year at the Rock & Roll Half in San Antonio in December. Awesome!!! I love to inspire people to get out 7 get fit!

The next morning, I go through all the checks.

Clothes – Check

Bib - Check

Tomtom watch – Check

Pre- Race Protein bar – Check

American Flag – Check.

 Let’s Go!! Jason (my friend in Baton Rouge) decides he wants to be the one to take me in the wee hours of the morning to feed off of the atmosphere and get him kick started to train for the race in December.  But, as with most big races the traffic was horrendous. So, we agreed it would be best if he just drip me off near the starting line.

Off I go! I get several steps away from his truck when I realize I left the flag in the backseat of Jason’s truck. I looked back to see if he might be within sight. But, he was already gone with the traffic. So, I resolved quickly to run without the flag. I figured it would just make it so I could really get a feel for how the marshmallows and green tea work.

The race corral was packed, as you can imagine. I waited for my wave start to approach and off I went. I had my team RWB shirt on underneath my heart shirt in a show of support that only I knew at the start of the race.

As I approached mile marker 3, I almost took a spill on a bump in the road. It caused me to trip and lose my cadence but, I never went down in spite of dramatic stumbling that entertained those around me.  One guy patted me on the back as he ran past me say, “Awesome recovery man!”.  I was still a bit embarrassed even if I didn't hit the pavement.

The marshmallows and green tea were working great and I was feeling strong. Stronger than I've ever felt during a long run, let alone during a race. I was drinking my green tea when I felt the need and popping those marshmallows every even mile marker, it was great!

Then…The WALL! At mile 10, it happened. I slowed down and was feeling “That Feeling” you know the one. Where your legs are jello and still manage to scream through the pectin. I managed to keep running as I reached into my run belt to grab some more marshmallows. But, found that I was out. A miscalculation on my part had left me with no more energy resources to reach for. Now, all I have left is my 4oz of remaining green tea. “Let’s make it work!” I told myself as I kept running.

Mile 11 a couple approached me from my left hand side asking if they could take a picture of me and my heart shirt next to the 11 mile marker as inspiration for a friend of theirs who recently had heart surgery. I happily agreed to do so and proceeded to run with this couple for the next quarter mile of so until they sped up and ran ahead with a pleasant goodbye as they did so.

Afterward, I took off the heart shirt to reveal my Team RWB shirt and tucked my heart shirt in the back of my run belt so as to display the message but hang just behind my legs as I ran, then started the fellow RWB members cheering me on. I checked my Tomtom to find that I’m now averaging a 10:31 pace, which normal for me. My heart rate is low though. I’m hovering around 160 bpm when I would normally be around 165 or 170 bpm at my current pace. At that point I knew the green tea was working.

I made it over “The Wall” and got my second wind (somehow). But, not only did I get my second wind, now I feel great! I’ve can feel an abundance of endorphins kicking in. By the time I made to mile marker 12, I was rocking to my music and long striding to finish out the race. But I as I approached mile marker 25 where the full marathon and the half marathon routes came back together, I felt compelled to stop and have a bit of silly fun taking my picture next to the 25 mile marker as if to be running the full marathon. I was just me, acting silly. Which is a first for me during a race, I must add.  I got my silly picture and hit my stride again speeding (I’m using this word loosely) toward finishing my first half of the year.

Man!!! I felt great! My playlist was timed really well because right about the last half mile the song “Happy” from Pharrell Williams started playing. This is one of my favorite running songs and the timing couldn't be better. I DID feel happy. I’ve found a new energy source for my races, I found my suspicion in the green tea to be sound, and my Tomtom confirms it without having to wear the irritating strap that rubs on the scar from my surgery. The race is already a success and I’m still looking at the 13 mile marker up ahead of me. Awesome!!

As usual, my wonderful wife and daughter are there at the finish line videotaping me as I cross the finish line. Of course, because I didn't know where they were all they got was the footage of me checking & stopping my Tomtom as I crossed the finish line. Ha! What did I find when I looked? That even though I took time for a couple of photos and struggled to get over “The Wall”, I had still made normal finishing in 2:18. As, my friend Lee told me, “Consider that a win!”

 

Of course, you can't finish The Louisiana Half Marathon and NOT take advantage of all the tasty free food. The tag on my bib entitles me to 10 delicious samples of good cajun ole cajun cooking. Things like your traditional Gumbo, & Jambalaya. To more swampy edgy dishes like Gator Chili. I loved them all! Naturally! I've always loved cajun food! Oh yes! The 3rd reason I wanted to run this race. Haha!!! 

As my family and I roamed around the lawn where all the vendor were gathered, I noticed a tent that said, "Cardiovascular Institute of the South". I couldn't resist the idea of walking over to the ladies that were tending and turn around to show them my shirt. After the few seconds it took for them to read, one of them asked for a picture of my shirt. I told her we could trade favors. I'd pose for her picture if she would pose for a picture with me as my wife serves as photographer. My wife quickly obliged and we made new friends right there. 

Now, if I could only remember how to upload the video here. LOL

Remember folks,

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Newbie Mistakes / Failure is always an option

So here I sit, 5 days into 2015 reflecting on the Dallas Half Marathon and my running goals for the New Year and it makes me want to share all I have learned as a result of my failed attempt at a 2 hour finish at the Dallas Half.

First off, seek the advice of those more experienced runners. Don't be afraid to ask questions of those who are open to answering any. And those of us plugged into an organized running group already know that fellow runners (most of them anyway) are always willing to share with those of us who have recently taken up running as a lifestyle. There is a plethora of knowledge that they can share with us to train properly to achieve our goals in a healthy manner. We just have to be willing to ask. 

I've been running with several people who are more experienced and knowledgeable than I but was afraid to ask any advice other than the very obvious or superficial questions. I should have been bold enough to ask the more involved questions like those about proper nutrition before & after a race, the right way to taper before a major distance race, or how correctly use a pace plan when trying to hit a certain finish time. The last of these subjects is where I should have asked more questions. A pace plan should be used along the way in your training for a certain finish time. In my case, a 2 hour finish time for a half marathon. But being the newbie who doesn't ask enough questions, I fell short of my goal in the Dallas Half Marathon. I had an official finish time of 2:17, a new PR for me by a full minute, but not what I was aiming for obviously. 

Over the holidays I found myself watching an episode of Mythbusters and Adam Savage who is one of the scientists on the show said, "Failure is always an option". You can even find T-shirts online touting this phrase. It's a scientific way of looking at things. YES!! I'm a bit of a science geek (though I don't show it often). But, failure IS always an option, whether you acknowledge it or not. It IS an option. Not the option you are aiming for but always an option be default. It's an option because of the information you can gain from failure. In my case, I gained information from my more experienced running buddy Lee that a pace plan should something you train around and implement long before the race you want to achieve said pace in. I also learned in my failure that I am not a quitter. I didn't get immediately pissed off. I didn't hang my head in shame. I DID share with Lee through text messages that I was disappointed. But, I didn't get down on myself. In fact, I will use this new knowledge to press on and get my 2 hour finish this year.

Speaking of this year, I have new running goals. I hope you have some fitness goals as well and work hard to achieve so that you can feel the complete satisfaction that comes from the blood, sweat, and tears that go into achieving your goals. It's an awesome feeling!!! As for my 2015 running goals?? I want to finish 12 half marathons in 12 months. And one of those will be a 2 hour finish. MARK MY WORDS!! And hold me to them folks! If I accomplish this goal 12 halves in 12 months then I will qualify to join the Half Fanatics Club at the Saturn level.

http://www.halffanatics.com/are-you-a-fanatic/fanatic-criteria

It's gonna be a great year in 2015!! With my plans for 12 half marathon and my very first triathlon in March, I'm really excited!! I have so much to be thankful for and the rest of my life to continue learning. As my PawPaw used to tell me as I was growing up, "Son, if you're not learning; you're not living". Wise words from one of the smartest men I'll ever meet.

Happy New Year Folks!

and remember...

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily.

To answer the below question...YES I AM!!!

Here it is the Friday night before the Dallas Marathon, feeling confident! I've been training since the summer for that 2 hour finish in the half marathon. Now that I'm 24 hours away, I feel that I've done everything needed to accomplish said goal.

I've been at least somewhat disciplined with my nutrition. I've followed a consistent plan in my training for 6 months now. I've spent the time in the gym doing my strength training with my friend Lee. Thanks again Lee! YOU ROCK MAN! I've kept my head in the game and have been focused on the goal. They say that 90% of training for a race is mental. This experience has taught me that it's more like 99%. The hardest part is keeping your mind focused on what needs to be done as part of the plan. With my kidney disease, I have to keep in mind the need for extra protein (which I often forget). So, I have to make reminders to myself to supplement as I’m supposed to.

 Things like motivation are hard to come by if you don't surround yourself with motivating people. I'm a self-motivated person when it comes to running just because I love running so much. But even with that, I have my moments when I just wanna stay in bed or skip a day here and there and justify by saying that I'm "over trained". That's where my wife gets credit. She is knows me better than I know myself and can tell when I am truly over trained and seriously need the rest. I can't thank her enough for all the support she gives me and those free massages continue to be one of those perks that make all my running buddies jealous. She has definitely kept me in training shape all this time and had earned the title "Miracle Worker" from her clients.

I've had some questions regarding what I do in preparation during the week leading up to the race known as "taper week" in the running world. Well, I can provide some insight as to what I do. But, this doesn't mean it is everyone should do.

During taper week I only run 5-10 miles depending on what my legs tell me. I pay close attention to how my legs feel and adjust accordingly when it comes to running during taper week. I also will not do leg day at the gym during leg week. I may do some work with core and upper body but no leg work at all. But, regardless of the number of miles, I will NOT run during the 4 days leading up to race day. This an important timeframe, at least for me. During these days I take advantage of all the rest I can get. I will usually get an extra massage from my wonderful wife during this time to work out any knots or build up in my muscles. Did tell you how good she is at her job? She's awesome! I also pay close attention to what kind of calories I take in during the last 4 days. On that 4th day out from race day I will start to incorporate more carbohydrates in my diet. I like to use rice, butternut squash, and some gluten free pasta to keep those carbs on the healthier side. Keeping in mind that I still have to keep up my protein intake to offset my losses due to the kidney disease, I also will incorporate a little bread like making a sandwich or two during this time frame. I will keep those carbs in moderation for two days. Then the day before, I cut them back again giving my body time to digest those carbs I've taken in and turn them into glycogen stored in the muscles for energy.

The morning of race day I'm waking up early to get in a good breakfast of 400 - 500 calories with a bowl of whole grain cereal. I like to eat grape nuts with a couple of tablespoons of raw honey mixed in and I usually top it off with a flavored yogurt of some sort. I say flavored because the flavored yogurts usually have more sugar in them and that instant energy. And for a long race (half marathon or longer in my book) I will usually take 2-3 GU's with me in my run pack to use along the race course when I feel the need. By now, I've found that my mile 4 or 5 I need the first GU then again around mile 8-9 I'll pop another one as I turn up the steam to finish strong in the last few miles of the 13.1 mile race.

This will be the 4th and last half marathon that I've committed to for 2014. I made a goal and worked to achieve that goal. It feels great to know that I can do this regardless of my finish time. Considering where I was physically and mentally 2 1/2 years ago, I feel like a colossal success! But having said that, I can't forget the extra goal I've thrown in there of a 2 hour finish time for this last race. I gotta put off the celebrations for a few more hours and enjoy the victory when I cross that finish line in sub 2:00.

I'll let you all know how it goes... 

Remember,

Happiness is a Choice, Make it Daily

2014 Dallas Metro PCS Half Marathon is in a week. Are you Ready? Am I Ready?

We shall see. I've followed the training plan. I've tried to eat healthy, most of the time. Don't judge!! LOL I'm human. But, I ran my last long run this morning doing 10 miles and managed to keep in 9:45 avg pace with temps in the upper 50's and full sun. Hopefully, Sunday December 14th will provide a morning of overcast skies and temps in the mid 30's at start. My ideal conditions to finish within my 2 hour goal. 

But, there's still looms the other questions in my mind. Have a trained well enough? Have a done everything I possibly can to get my mind and body in the right condition to achieve my goal? Is there any details I might have missed? I'm just an amateur at this game and I still have a lot to learn and because of the fact, I often question my own abilities as a runner and heart patient. Or maybe that's my own lack of self-confidence talking. At any rate, I'm a week away from the race.

This means taper week has officially begun for me. It's that time frame that so many runners dislike. I feel like a caged lion trying to get out and run the zoo grounds. All week I struggle with the idea of not running long distances and have to distract myself with other activities. I'll spend a little more time at the YMCA this week, though I won't be pushing myself as hard as I've been the past few weeks of months. But, to sit still is not an option. I can get my rest while doing some mild strength training during the week and maybe throw in a couple of short 2 or 3 mile runs to keep the legs stimulated for stride.

Meanwhile, I also have to think strategically about how to tackle this race course. The course is mostly uphill until you get to the 8 mile mark then it's all downhill from there.

So, I figure if I can keep fueled properly going out and manage my pace the right way I can just ride the downhill all the way home. I just need to pay close attention to my fuel/hydration needs along the way. 

As I mentioned in other entries, this is my chance to get back the opportunity I was robbed of last year when I was planning to make the Dallas Half my VERY FIRST half marathon. So, I want to capitalize on it and run it even stronger than I would have last year. Though, I have to say I wouldn't change a thing about the past. Starting my half marathon journey in my hometown of Fort Worth with The Cowtown was Awesome!! I already look forward to returning in February to claim the silver medal in the series that is going on right now. 

But for now. it's redemption time! I gotta get my mind through the next week and continue to focus on the goal I set back in the heat of summer to finish the Dallas Half in under 2 hours. I've stocked up on my GU and caffeinated gels. I've even got some hand warmers to go in my gloves if needed. I've even made a decision on carrying Old Glory. With the utmost respect to our veterans and soldiers, I'm gonna claim this race as mine. I won't be carrying the flag or even wearing my Team RWB shirt. I'll be running without my shirt to keep "The engine" cool and further insure that I reach my goal. I know!! You just puked in your mouth a little at the thought of me without a shirt. Go ahead! Laugh it up! I have thick skin (no pun intended).

But, I'm feeling I've earned my strips and the right to run one race without Team RWB regalia. The Vets will still be there and I'm sure they will be supportive as I try to set a good example of what it is to work hard toward a goal and work your tail off to achieve the kind of success that fills your heart with an overwhelming joy that can bring a grown man to tears right in the middle of a crowd. 

I hope to be crying happy tears at the finish line next Sunday. I also sincerely hope to see you there!

Remember,

Happiness is a Choice: Make it Daily