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

My first time as an official pacer - The Blue Red Run Half Marathon

When I took up running, I did it strictly to increase my activity level from nothing to something. It was the one exercise I found that I didn't hate at the time. That was a year and a half ago. Now, I am addicted to running and getting ready to try my hand at my first triathlon next March.  Suffice it to say, I've taken my physical fitness goals from just “doing something” to now being considered a serious runner. Note that I didn't say fast? I said that on purpose because you don't have to be fast to be considered serious. Fact is, some of the most intense runners run a8, 9 or 10 minute pace. But, they run distances that honestly blow my mind! I have several runner friends like this who are always registering for the next Rocky Raccoon 100 mile trail run or something equivalent.  These people earn a lot of respect from me as I know what kind of shape you have to be in just to run 13.1 let alone running 100 miles. My hat's off to you folks! There is a lot of training that goes into it. And training leads me back to my subject.

I've been training now for a solid year after getting the race bug. And those of us plugged into the running world know that training has just as much to do with physical fitness as it does mental fitness.  With the mind and body working together to create a balance that makes it so that you can do things that the average person can’t.  Part of my connection between mind & body has been learning to control my pace. When I set out on the back country roads in the beginning I simply ran as fast as I could without breathing too heavily. I didn't push too hard but I certainly didn’t know what I was doing like I do now. Part of what has brought me to a place where I know how to feel my pace, is a recent experience where I volunteered to be a pacer at a race in Irving Texas.  The Blue Red Run is a half marathon and 10K event to raise money for a Memorial fund for Texas Firefighters and Police officers. Something I can really get behind as I feel that our Police and Firefighters deserve our respect and assistance when needed.  It’s a very nice race course with some great people. Check it out if ya get the chance.

http://www.dallasathletesracing.com/races/blue-red-run/

I had a friend post on facebook that the race still needed a pacer for the 2:50 finish time. I know I’m capable of 2:50 since my PR is 2:18 so I volunteered figuring it would be good for building further endurance for my upcoming half at the Dallas Marathon. Plus I got to run with a great of people. I made some new running friends and the experience as a whole was great. 

Just know ahead of time, that to qualify as a pacer your PR needs to be at least 10 minutes faster that the pace you’re signing up for. Different organizers may have different standards so make sure you have that conversation before committing.

Pacing WAS good for my endurance. But, it was also very good for showing me how to control my pace. Since I normally just run as fast as I can and end up running around the 9:30 to 10:00 pace, I had to pay close attention to my pace and run a 13:00 pace instead. Now, it’s semi important to note that by the time this race came about I had my TomTom and can now see my pace as often as I want by looking at my wrist rather than waiting for the next update from a free running app in my earphones. And this helps, for sure. But, I also learned what it feels like to slow down and speed up gradually. There are all these other gaits in between 10:00 pace and 13:00 pace and during those 13.1 miles I got to feel all of them. It gave me something more physically evident that I can relate to later to get a good (of at least better) guess at what my current pace is just by feeling what my legs are doing. Or what my lungs are doing. Or what muscles are being used more predominately. Or how easy or hard it is to catch a deep breath. Things that I’d thought about in the past never felt.

It took being forced to go slow to learn some of this. I try to force myself to go as fast as possible all the time. And when you’re training as a distance runner, you need to be more strategic in your approach to each race. Every runner has made the mistake of going out too fast at the beginning of a race. Let’s just admit it and get it out there! But as I am now taking running more serious, I’m learning these finer points.  

Just something I learned that I thought I’d share with the less experienced runners. Not that I see myself as one who knows it all by any means. But, there are at least a few runners out there in the facebook and twitter feeds that I see who might appreciate the information.  Having trouble controlling your pace? Volunteer as a pacer for any race that might need the help. You could gain valuable knowledge of yourself as a runner and athlete. Hopefully it works as well for you as it did for me.

Remember…

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Making front page news - My Patriotic Conundrum

Now that we've had a chance to enjoy Thanksgiving with friends and family and WAY too much food, I feel compelled to continue on in my quest to train hard for my time goal of 2 hours in the Dallas Half Marathon which only in 2 weeks. I continue to give credit to my friends Tom and Lee who have been providing me with the knowledge to train smart and injury free so far. You guys have made the difference. So, thank you both very much! But, I continue to struggle with one thing...

Most everyone knows by now my passion for running and general health & fitness. Most everyone also knows of my involvement in Team RWB honoring our nations veterans and how I carry the flag at every race. I've managed to raise awareness in my local community of the sacrifices that our veterans make and how I feel that they deserve to be honored. I truly enjoy carrying that flag in remembrance of military veterans. I REALLY do. However, the flag slows me down. And when you have a specific time goal for a certain race that you want to reach it's important to shed all the weight you can. Now, can you see my struggle?

I don't want to seem selfish on my own part. I don't normally worry about what the general public thinks of me as a person. To be completely honest couldn't give a rat's fuzzy butt. I know that I can't please all the people all the time. But in the case of honoring our nations veterans, I feel guilty if I don't carry the flag to honor them. After all, they don't drop their responsibilities to pursue some silly personal goals in the name of competition. Even if I'm only competing against myself and the elements.

Up until today, I was convinced I had made up my mind. I would run without the flag this ONE time. Just for me and my own personal goals. What could it hurt to run one race without honoring the veterans who keep us safe so that I CAN run these races and enjoy the fun with my running friends and enjoy the victory with my family as I beat said goal and I cross the finish line in under 2 hours? Seems harmless enough! Right? It doesn't seem any more narcissistic than all the selfies taken and posted on facebook everyday (myself included). So, I made up my mind. I've talked it over with Tom and Lee and rationalized the decision in my own mind. Then...

I get a call from a neighbor who has just read the local newspaper and tells me I made the front page of the local newspaper as the guy who carries The American Flag to honor veterans. I ran the local Turkey Trot 5K just as I did last year. Last year I actually won 1st place in my age group at this race. I didn't anticipate winning anything this year since I carry the flag now. But, I got attention this time as Old Glory tends to be an attention getter.

Now, I'm rethinking my decision. If honoring veterans moves people to the point of writing a blurb in a newspaper about me, then shouldn't I continue in that fashion? In mean, I started this to raise awareness. Now that I've caught the attention of so many of those in my community, it seems irresponsible to stop. I'm beginning to achieve what I set out to do in carrying the flag. And I can raise even more awareness at a race as large as The Dallas Marathon. Now, I have conflicting goals. Did, I set too may goals? Did I set the wrong goals? Too many variables & not enough processor speed between my ears.

Guess I gotta go for a run and figure it out. Run to figure it out? Yeah! As I've said in the past, running = healing. It's that tranquil place where you lean into the wind or the next hill as you keep your stride. Your keeping a good healthy pace. Your body and mind are both moving. Just in different ways. It's in that place that healing, health, clarity, and peace all come together. Maybe you've experienced such a thing as you perform your exercise of choice. But, runners will know what I mean when it comes to running = healing.

 But, I straying from the subject.


Either way, you can bet on one thing about my race in the Dallas Half, I'll be running with passion no matter what I decide. Because, I've come a LOOONG way in 2 1/2 years. And, that is something I'm very pleased with.

Remember,
Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

It's not just another Thanksgiving.

That's right! Not just another Thanksgiving. It's another year of things to be thankful for. It's funny. Life has changed in so many ways for me since the surgery. I don't really stop to take inventory as much as I should of all the things I have to be thankful for. But then, I'm sure I'm not the only one guilty of this oversight. As cliche as it may sound, Thanksgiving really IS a time to reflect with those you love. Be they your immediate family, or friends of a few decades you can gather around the table and partake in your favorite part of the Thanksgiving experience. For me, there is long list of things to be thankful for. I have a wonderful wife, my daughter is continuing to grow into a young lady who has a very caring and loving heart. My mom continues to support and encourage me in my endeavors. I have some of the best friends I could ask for. God continues to cover me in his protection in spite of myself. And all these I've mentioned, never lost hope when my biggest fears came about in April 2012. My wife is rock solid and has such a strong love for me that I can literally feel it in my bones and in my spirit. My daughter has made me proud on so many occasions that I can't dare to list them all. My Mom has gone out of her way to help contribute in the past in any way she can. And my friends have stood by me when I was trying to recover from the emotional scars that I was left with after the surgery.

Why am I rambling on this way? It's simple. I have a lot to be thankful for. When I sit at the Thanksgiving table this year, I will give thanks for all of these people and the second chance that I've been given. I almost squandered this life away by not caring for myself. Now, I'm out to recover some of that equity that I might have cost myself.

Let me encourage you to do the same. We're not promised our next breath folks. At any point and time life could change for you drastically. Or end all together. It's like a poem I posted on my facebook wall a few days ago...

The clock of life is wound but once- -                           

And no one has the power
To know just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour

Now is the only time you have,
So live - strive - toll with will.

Place no faith in tomorrow,
For the hands may then be still.

Anonymous

 Live this life on purpose; with purpose. Enjoy the Turkey, the stuffing, the gravy, the pumpkin pie. Just remember it's a gift not to be over indulged upon. While I was trying to win a Biggest Loser challenge at work in 2007, I lost 60 lbs in 6 months by simply not going back for 2nd's or 3rd's or 4th's (yes, I used to eat 4 helpings) and I started walking the stairs to the 12 th floor rather than using the elevator. I would do this 4 times a day. Walking up the stairs in the morning, then taking the elevator down stairs during my morning break and walking the stairs back up. Then again during lunch and once again during my afternoon break. And to top it all off, I'd take the stairs down at the end of the day. But, that's straying off subject a bit.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving Holiday with friends and family kick back and relax. It's one day. Just don't over do it when it comes to the awesome foods being served. At least this is the mantra I tell myself. Come the next day, it's go time!!

And just to send us all off with a chuckle here is a Thanksgiving poem....

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!!!

Remeber...

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

An open letter to my brothers & sisters fighting heart disease.

I've been thinking...could you smell the smoke from your part of town? LOL

Honestly, I've been thinking about my fellow sufferers and survivors of heart disease. Even though I've only met a handful of you, I can feel the connection we have. It's an unspoken connection, a common thread. The one subject we could all agree to talk about upon first meeting, our trials and tribulations since being diagnosed or undergoing surgery, our success stories as well. If someone were to take all of our legion and pack us into a convention hall there would be enough stories of success to last more years than I care to count.

I myself am not very good at self-reflection. But as I sit here on this foggy morning in rural North Texas, struggling with my conscience after deciding for the first time in months to forego my weekend long run, my body reminds me how much I've put it through this week and my conscience becomes clear and calm. I need the rest after pushing through a very windy 5K just yesterday carrying Old Glory again and serving as a pacer for my very first time during last weekends Blue Red Run Half Marathon. I even got a new PR of 27:06 during the 5K race yesterday beating my old PR of 27:19. So rest is well deserved, even if I DO say so myself.

But, how many of us listen to what our bodies are telling us? After all, it's not listening to my body that put me on the operating table at only 40 years of age having that bypass surgery. Have my fellow survivors learned how to listen to your bodies? Do you know your limits? Do you know when it's time to exercise and when it's time to rest? Are you following the advice of your cardiologist and coordinating physicians? Do you take your nutrition as seriously as you should? Are you staying active? Are you staying mindful of your weight?

These are just SOME of the questions your average survivor of heart disease should ask of themselves. If, you've decided to take it a step further and really kick heart disease in the chest yelling... I AM SPARTA!!!!

Well, then you've got an entire litany of considerations within all those questions I've listed. I chose the 2nd of the two options I'm speaking of so I have to think carefully about what I do to and with my body. I've gone to the trouble of making a weekly schedule of exercises and taped it to a mirror in my bathroom to follow. 

I've researched heart rate monitors to run with. I've even researched my nutritional needs considering my heart disease and my kidney disease.

Does this mean I have complete and utter control of myself and the foods I eat? HAHAHAH!! NO!!!! Not at all! I have my weaknesses. I have quite the affection for Mexican food, B.B.Q. and Beer. But, I exercise self-control and consider all things in moderation. But, as long as I'm able to answer those questions above with an affirmative, I consider myself to be successful. But, I digress from food (my favorite subject)...

I'm rambling on here, I know. But what I'm trying to say is. LISTEN. Listen to your body. Whether it's your own dang fault for putting your body through some of the worst conditions known to mankind and causing your heart condition or you're a simple victim of circumstance. I am a bit of both in my story. But regardless, make the right decisions as often as you possibly can. Are you perfect? I'm betting you're not. I KNOW I'M NOT!! But, I strive each day to make myself and healthier happier me. I've seen the way my body reacted to how I treated it years ago. And I continue to see how my body reacts to how I treat it today. Our bodies are listening to us. Are we listening to our bodies? 

I've treated my body like a tent for years. Now, I try to treat it like a temple. I often use the saying, "The body with achieve, what the mind believes". It's just another way of saying mind over matter. And you can't take the saying perfectly literal. After all, I can't think my way down to 175lbs tomorrow. But, I can focus my energy on that goal and responsibly work to achieve such a goal if my body tells me it's a reasonable goal. I'm currently focusing my mind of the goal of finishing The Dallas Half Marathon in less than 2 hours with a current PR of 2:18. But just because I've thought it and believed it, that doesn't mean it will happen without the hard work required.

Our bodies are naturally equipped to take care of us if, we will listen. You only get one body. Take good care of it. There's no trading every 2 to 3 years like leasing a car. Don't let your second chance at life get away my brothers and sisters in heart disease. Take control! Live a healthier life. As your standing there face to face with your own heart condition, make the choice to kick it boldly in the chest and claim your "Sparta Moment". Ask not what your body can do for you; ask what you can do for your body.

And remember...

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Royse City Funfest 5K - Gender Confusion on the Run

I know, the title of the post peaked your curiosity. Well, be prepared for the story, as it is a long one. 

First let me say, I am not perfect nor do I pretend to be. I'm no stranger to my own mistakes as I tend to make them daily. Just ask my wonderful wife. So, it's in a very light hearted and jovial fashion that I bring the subject to my blog. What subject? Read on...

As many of you know, I continue to strive toward my goals in my own health & fitness routine after my bypass surgery. Looking for a 2 hour finish at the Dallas Half Marathon next month, training for my first Sprint Triathlon next March. But, I also make sure to take part in some other races and events along the way. One of the events I like to take part in is a 5K race that is put on in my own town of Royse City in October of every year. This year, just like last, I ran the race. Of course, it was a little different than last year since I chose to carry Old Glory in honor of yet another one of our nations military veterans. This time for U.S. Army Sergeant Joseph Prince who served and fought in Vietnam from 1968 - 1970. The only thing was that I ran out of ink in my color printer and didn't realize this until the night before the race as I got home from one of my late night shifts at the State Fair of Texas. The stores were all closed so I had no chance of getting any replacement cartridges. I was completed disappointed in my lack of preparation in honoring a humble servant of our freedom. But, the show must go on right? I staged all my running gear for the next morning and told my daughter to be ready to leave by 6:30am to get ready to man the eater station that she had agreed to volunteer for.

This was going to be a special race for me because I get to see my wife's company on the back of the shirt since she agreed to sponsor the event. I got a preview of the shirt a few days prior and learned that she was taking center stage among all the other company logos printed on the shirt. It served as a good representation of how I see my wife day to day. Center Stage!!! She deserves a day in the spotlight. And so much more...

The next morning we arrive and I pick up my packet and bib and get her connected with the volunteer team for the water station. I've got my flag. I'm ready to go!! I go through my usual pre-race ritual of stretching and warming up while friends take candid photos and selfies as we are all warming up. A running buddy captured the image below of me in my new Hoka One One Stinsons in their first race and my team RWB regalia.

Well, I ran the race with no intentions of getting a personal record. I ran a good race and gratefully carried the flag honoring Sergeant Prince and felt good about the race. And at the finish line, I thought far enough ahead to drop my flag sideways to avoid hitting the uprights as I crossed the line.

At the medals ceremony, I just missed medaling in my age group (as I expected) by what I could only guess was a few seconds or perhaps a minute since I hadn't seen my official finish time. Then again, I may be giving myself more credit than I deserve. But, just go with it ok?

But, here's where the story comes full circle to the title of this entry...

I had to go to work at The State Fair of Texas directly after the race so I didn't get to go back to the race tent to get my official time before leaving. Later in the day, I checked the race results from my smartphone and found the "Gender Confusion". I searched for my name in the results of the race only to find that I was recorded as Desiree Jeson from Topeka Kansas with a finish time of 25:07 at an average pace of 8:05 per mile. Now. I'm not afraid to admit I have an X chromosome (all me do) but I have a Y chromosome to go with it making me 100% male.  I'm not sure how the results got mixed up like this, but it gave me something to laugh about even in the midst of the frustration not knowing what MY finish time was. I wish I were capable of an 8 min pace. But, I'm not there yet. And I KNOW I didn't finish the race in 25 minutes for sure. Oh well, 

 

Another race; another story to tell. 

And by the way, I'm still working toward that 2 hr finish time for the Dallas Half Marathon. Nothing will stop me. Not heart disease. Not quadruple bypass. Not high cholesterol. NOTHING!! I'm a man on a mission.

Remember,

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Contining to improve

I took a temporary job with the State Fair of Texas as the Electrician backing the Main Stage where all the big concerts take place and it ate up most of my time on weekends. But, now I'm back and training hard again and with a few improvements.

One improvement I've made (I use the word "improvement" subjectively here) is my running treads. I was running in the Brooks Ghost and really enjoyed them until they got around 200 miles on them and then I began feeling some pains in the balls of my right foot. I knew my shoes were getting into the high mileage area and had been really thinking hard about the Hoka One One Stinson. I've tried this shoe on several times in the past and have really been impressed with the extreme cushioning without compromising stability. So, I found last years models on clearance at an online running website for $99 with free shipping. Anyone who knows Hoka One One, knows that their shows are usually around $150 - $180 depending on the model and retailer. So, I couldn't pass up the opportunity.  MAN!! I love these shoes! I ran for the first time in them and could hear the the angels signing of how much happier my feet were to have so much cushion and yet still have so much support. Afterall, I'm a little heavier up top than most runners and I need the support from my running shoes.

Another "improvement" is my upgrade to a GPS watch. I used some of the money I made from the State Fair gig to invest in a new toy. In the past I've used my Ironman watch with your typical chest strap monitor with bluetooth. But, the strap digs into the scar on my chest from the surgery and makes things unpleasant on the run. So, I wanted to go strapless! Don't get too excited! You know I don't mean what you wish (tongue is in cheek).  So, I purchased a Tom Tom Runner Cardio. It took some getting used to during the first couple of runs. But, I have been enjoying  the accuracy without the irritation on my chest. And now, I have one less thing to distract me while I run.

 

And the third improvement really is an improvement. I started a regular workout routine with a friend incorporating a lot of strength training and advise on how to become stronger and faster as I continue focusing on finishing the Dallas Metro PCS Half marathon in under 2 hours. My friend Lee has much more running/training experience than I do and has openly shared his knowledge with me. Thanks Lee! I'll find a way to repay you for all your great advise along the way. I continue to do a random 5K or 10K here and there and I'll share more on those later. But, I'm really focused on my goal of 2 hours on December 14th. And so far, there is NO doubt of my improvement.

In the past I've held a 10:00 pace regularly. But after a few workouts with my friend, I've recently held a sub 9:00 pace for 5 miles. Just in case you don't know, to finish a half marathon in 2 hours or less you need to average a pace of at least a 9:09 per mile.  My plan is to run an even 9:00 pace (cuz it's a nice round number) and have time to spare if needed toward the end of the race. It's a theory...

Remember...

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

The Rockwall Rib Rub & Run / Tri-Training continues

OK. So, I left off with the mentioning of my first race of the season at the Rockwall Rib Rub & Run. Let me tell ya, it's not easy for me to resist the idea of tearing into a Fred Flintstone sized portion of smoked ribs while walking around at this event. There must be at least 50 different guys and gals out with their smokers going full steam (or smoke) cooking up pork ribs for the competition. I wish I had the time to stay around and be one of the judges but, I just don't have the time since I'm on such a tight schedule these days. But putting aside me deep rooted desire to devour some smoked meats while warming up for the race, I focus in on the task at hand.

This time I'm running for Navy Seaman Robert Beggs who served in The Korean War from 1952 - 1956. He passed away this past June and was on my mind even though I had no idea of this fact. I just prayed for God to guide me to the right soldier on my list of Veterans and Robert Beggs was the one I was lead to. I was just meant to be.

This time, my daughter Faith is going to volunteer to hand out water to the runners along the route. Well, I volunteered her. OK ok! I talked her into it by promising to let her splash me with water as I ran by. But, I figure I'm gonna need to be cooled off anyway right?? So, Faith reports to the Rockwall Running Center volunteer area at the race while I check in to get my race packet and bib number. Faith was assigned to the 5K water station which meant that she was now gonna be able to splash me twice since I was running the 10K out & back route that passed right by there. Of course, Faith grinned her evil grin as she looked my way while I was pinning on my bib. NO biggie! I'll just be that much cooler! 

I met my running friends Tom, Linda, and Doug 30 minutes prior to the race to do a little warming up and we all gathered at the start line. The clock strikes 8am and off we go! 

As usual, I'm carrying my flag and I've gotta be mindful not to let the flag slap others in the face as we begin shoulder to shoulder.  But, as we spread out I let the flag fly as proudly as possible for Navy Seaman Beggs. 

Now last year, I took 2nd place in this race without carrying the flag. I wasn't quite sure what to expect now that I have and extra 5-6 lbs to carry (not including the wind resistance). But as I said in my last blog entry, I was hoping to place better than last year. But, I have to keep in mind the extra weight I'm carrying. I mean the flag. Not me. Just in case your wondering...

So, I got to the 5K turn around point where Faith is anxiously awaiting to throw water at me in an aggressive way. She got her wish and I got a chance to cool off. All was well. I made it to the 10K turn around point and I'm feeling pretty good. The only problem is that my runkeeper app isn't formatted correctly on the new phone I just picked up the day before and I'm not getting any pace readings to keep me paced. So now, I'm just running as hard as I think I can keep up in hopes of placing. "ANY medal would be just fine!", I kept telling myself. I ran hard back to the 5.5 mile mark and began to feel my legs getting heavy and fatigued. I started to slow down at that point and even told myself to walk for a bit. But, I reminded myself how Navy Seaman Beggs didn't slow down. He didn't give in to external influences. He dug deep. Deep down there where men find their true grit and served our country well with the never ending drive to make our country a better place. How can I slow down knowing that he didn't do the same when he knew he needed to continue on? 

So, I push! And I'm reminded of the fact that my wonderful wife has told me that she will be there at the finish line to greet me. Another great reason to keep pushing so I can see her sooner. I love it when she gets a chance to join me on the Saturday races since she doesn't the chance very often because of her work. I cross the finish line holding the flag as high as I can!! It's gonna be a GLORIOUS FINISH!! 

almost. 

Just then, a little boy is standing in the middle of the road right where I'm aiming. I can't see him for the crowd that is ahead of me. But then, he's RIGHT THERE! And I almost tripped over the little guy and took him out like an NFL linebacker. I managed to maneuver my way around him without any collision but then find two walkers in my line of fire right at the finish line. Now, I have to maneuver around these two as well AND avoid hitting my flag on the overhead time keeper as I cross the finish line.

When I had a chance to catch my breath and steal a kiss from my wife, I looked at me runkeeper app and learned that I had averaged a 9:50 pace. I figured this might mean I medaled in my age bracket. So, I escorted my wife back to her car along with Faith and as we parted ways, a gentleman approached me asking for a moment of my time. He was with the Rockwall Parks & Recreations Department. He went on to explain how their photographer had taken a really good photo of me with the flag as I ran the race and asked my permission to publish it in the newspaper. Of course, I agreed to grant such permission. But, then he said that he felt like I had a story to tell and asked if he could give me his business card. So, I wrote my email address on the back of his card and told him about my blog, my facebook page, and my twitter handle @bypassrunner. He says, he will be in touch. We'll see...

But, I waited for the medals ceremony and ended up getting third pace in my age bracket. I'm pretty happy with that given the circumstances. And Linda ended up getting a first place medal in her age bracket. We just won't tell anyone that she was the only female in her age bracket. Hehehe. No everyone needs to know that? Right?

Another race in the books! And, I may not have gotten first place. But, I'm still happy with my results none the less. And, I'll continue with my training for the triathlon in McKinney next March. Swimming, Biking (yes, I DID get a helmet!) and running my way to prove to myself and to those who need the inspiration that life's hurdles are just that. Hurdles. Not walls, Not dead ends. Not signs to give up and quit. They're just hurdles. Some people get paid good money to jump hurdles for a living.

I on the other hand, am living to jump the next hurdle. BRING IT ON!!!

Remember,

Happiness is a Choice; Make it Daily

Training through the North Texas Summer...

Well, I've made it through most of the summer and maintained running 10 - 15 miles per week in the ridiculous North Texas heat. Thanks to my friends at the Rockwall Running Club and our 5@5 routine on Tuesday and Thursday Mornings. Running at 5am is a must when you're trying to get in the miles during these Texas summers. And even then, you're still running in 80 degree temps (or higher) with humidity sometimes in the mid 80's. It's a grind!! I'm glad I like running as much as I do or else I might have quit a long time ago with the heat. I SWEAR!! Somebody flipped a switch in my chest when they opened me up for the surgery. Because I used to LOVE the heat. And now, I can't stand it.

It's now September 20, 2014 and race season is in full swing. I'm getting ready for my first race of the season. The Rib Rub & Run in Rockwall October 4th, 2014 timed by The Rockwall Running Center. I actually took 2nd place in my age group here last year and I'm hoping for a 1st place medal this year. We'll see if I can pull it off. I've only got 2 more weeks from today to get in some more speed work and training. I'll keep ya posted. Or, you can follow me on Twitter by looking me up @bypassrunner.

http://ribrubraces.itsyourrace.com/event.aspx?id=253

I also have now started training for my 1st triathlon coming next spring. After thinking about it for a few weeks, I've decided I will attempt The Historic McKinney Kiwanis Triathlon in March of next year. It's a Sprint distance with a 300 meter swim in an indoor pool, 13 mile bike race, & a 3.2 mile run. Indoor pool?? Yeah, I know! Kinda wimpy? OK! VERY WIMPY! But, it's gonna be my first time. I don't want to go hog wild right out of the gate. Plus, most of the other triathlons going on in this time frame involve swimming in one of the local lakes. And the local lakes here get down to 65 degrees or colder. I don't like the heat. But, I also don't wanna go into shock ya know? And when your swimming without a wetsuit. Well, need I say more?

http://www.playtri.com/kiwanis


So, I've joined the local YMCA for more training options and I've started swimming laps after my morning runs to try and improve on what little swim skills I've got. I'm still tempted to take an idea I heard from a running friend of mine after one of our 5@5 morning runs. He said he had trained for his first triathlon by watching youtube videos. And wanted to get a custom shirt printed saying, "YouTube Trained!" across the front. I've found myself looking up lots of video explaining the breathing techniques used in your typical freestyle swim stroke. I've almost got it down to a point where I'm comfortable using the technique properly. But, I still need lots more training. LOTS!!

Then, there is the bike situation. I'm really not interested in buying a $2000 tri bike just to get a taste of my first triathlon. So, I'm using my $99 Mongoose Walmart special that is roughly 14 years old now (or more). And, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea of having to wear a helmet just to ride a bike. I GET IT! It's safer. But, it's just a bicycle right? Anyway, I'm saving my lunch money for a proper bicycle helmet so that I can incorporate more bicycling in to my training soon without getting ticketed by the PO PO. More to come on THAT subject later. But for now, I gotta be going. I did a 9 mile run this morning with my training buddies getting ready for the Dallas Metro PCS Half Marathon in December. And even though I've already eaten, I'm still hungry. NEED PROTEIN!!!

Remember...
Happiness is a choice, make it daily.

The Patriot Half Marathon

So, I've mentioned in some other posts how much my Rockwall Running Club means to me. Well, The Patriot Half Marathon (the 3rd of the 4 Half Marathons I've committed to for 2014) is organized and timed by my beloved Rockwall Running Center/Club. THIS race would prove to be a serious test of the infant level running skills I've developed so far. Luckily, I have several experienced runners in the RRC who have been a serious blessing to me sharing their knowledge with me (the newbie) as I continue to learn more about increasing my stamina, my gait, heart rate based training, etc. Thanks to Barrett Hopper (founder of RRC), Lee and Dana Chatham, Tom Iradi, Jim Hardin, and many others who have thrown tidbits of knowledge in my direction from time to time. Though it may not seem to sink in during our "5 miles at 5am" runs because I'm so busy trying to avoid passing out, I promise I've been listening. And I'm getting stronger and faster as a result. So thank you all very much! And to those reading this who may be looking for a great running club with genuinely caring people who are there to support one another, consider this group. I can't find the words to express how much they have helped and encouraged me along the way as I fight off any chances of ever going back to the operation table again.

But, I digress.

The Patriot Half! One of THE MOST CHALLENGING Half Marathons in North Texas. Those of us who live and run in Rockwall County, know that if run in Rockwall you're gonna be running hills. They are EVERYWHERE! And though I say all the time, I HATE HILLS, they have made me stronger and faster along the way. But, on May 26th 2014 I was tested for sure. I went into this race knowing I was not gonna make a PR because of all the hills in Rockwall. Did I mention that the race takes place in Rockwall? Yeah, it's important to know this. I had been training properly, just as I had for the previous two halves. But, I was making mountains of Rockwall hills in my mind.

I had my flag and I knew I had chosen to dedicate this race to my Paw Paw Lloyd Daffern who served and fought in WWII as a turret gunner flying 34 missions in Germany. He was the only REAL father figure I had as a kid and I had a connection with my Paw Paw that went beyond my own understanding. I could sit for hours and listen to his stories and advise. Even as young as 3 or 4 years old I remember getting on my little bicycle with training wheels on it and trying to pedal my way across town to go see him even though I wasn't allowed to leave the yard. I just couldn't get enough of him. And when he passed away 1995 a large part of me felt completely lost. I love you Paw Paw!!

With the kind of connection we had, I knew that The Patriot Half was not only going to be a big physical challenge, but it would be an even bigger emotional challenge. But, I made the custom bib Paw Paw and I pinned it on my Team RWB shirt. But, I felt something wasn't right. I could feel something inside of me saying that the bib is wrong. I double checked my spelling, the formatting, font size, I even double checked Paw Paw's rank as Sergeant. All this was correct and proper. But, I had this feeling that something was not right about it. I walked away and did something else for a bit and left the shirt lying on the bed. The race was the next morning so I was telling myself to figure out was is wrong. After, doing some other things around the house, I came walking through the bedroom past the shirt and the message became clear in my head. The "something" inside of me that was telling me it was wrong was my Paw Paw telling me I need to continue inspiring others with my actions. That honoring he and other veterans is greatly respected and appreciated through out the heavens. But, he wanted me to continue to try and touch people with my running. This made perfect sense! Paw Paw was very pragmatic in his approach to spirituality and religion. Even though he was a deacon and a very small South Baptist church in town, he believed that Jesus should not be forced upon anyone against their own will. He always respected peoples rights to believe as the choose. I tend to agree with this point of view. This was definitely him telling me to "witness through actions John, not just through your words."So, how am I supposed do both? I want to run for Paw Paw and also due as I feel him telling me to do. Ah Ha!!! I put the bib on my custom shirt, or my heart shirt as I've come to call it. That was what Paw Paw wanted. I instantly felt better and now was ready for the race in the morning.

I woke up to my alarm at 5am the morning of Memorial Day. Race Day! I could feel the depth of the emotion this day would hold as soon as my feet hit the floor. I got my gear on, grabbed my flag and off I went. I knew ahead of time, that Debbie and Faith would catch up later and meet me at the finish line in a few hours. I got there and was already having trouble containing my emotions thinking about Paw Paw and all the other veterans we honor on Memorial Day. Add to this, the fact that I'm reading so many posts on facebook where friends and family are writing about their friends and loved ones who serve or have served in our armed forces. I'm checking out the vendors to distract myself for a while getting my pre-race nutrition and making sure I get my head in the game. Approaching the 30 minutes and counting mark, I'm approached by Coach Barrett he tells me that the running club is assembling on the steps of the football stadium to get a group picture and asks me to bring my flag. I ran to get my flag and joined my team mates in the running club for a quick photo.

With the team photo done, now the anxiety builds further because I know that the race is only a few minutes from starting. How can I possibly be so excited about a race and also be so anxious? I want to honor veterans and their families. And feel great in doing so. But, I'm so nervous about honoring the one man who meant sooo much to me that I was about to puke up the protein bar I'd just eaten moments prior. Then I felt a calm come over me as though I'd been injected with morphine. Ya know that feeling where you still know your problems or struggles but they don't matter? That's what swept over me in an instant. It was Paw Paw calming me down knowing that I was making matters much worse by fretting over things that don't matter in the grand scheme of things. I was doing the right thing and he let me know. But, it feels like maybe I'm being selfish by not pinning your bib to my Team RWB shirt. People might think that I'm trying take attention off of you and other veterans on this day Paw Paw. But again, came the sweeping calm. The calming effect he ALWAYS had on me. Ok! Ok Paw Paw! I'm listening.

Once again, I'm called to present the colors as the one who brought the flag. I stood in the middle of the street and my dear friend Jim Hardin lead a prayer that morning before the race to ask blessing over all the veterans gathered here today and around the world. Honoring those who have fallen and those who are still with us as we all prayed along with him. I was glad everyone had their eyes closed so that they couldn't see me fighting back the tears that I had running down me face as I held the flag during that prayer. Then, the National Anthem played. I have to stand at attention now with the left over streams still showing on my cheeks hoping no one says anything to me after the song is over because I want to get out of the lime light and get to the back of the corral where I can collect myself. I make it to the back of the line and the race begins on time.

As I mentioned earlier, I had no preconceived notions that I would PR on the race course with as many hills as it has. So, I left the starting line nice and slow. And even though I'd ran the entire course just a week prior to finish out my training, the race still threw some curve balls at me. As I ran through Harry Meyers Park along the race route, I was approached by Brian Brode works for WFAA as part of their field crew. At least I think he is. Brian introduced me to Shon Gables is also part of the WFAA field crew and told me how she is feeding live tweets to her followers and asked if I would stop to pose for a picture as we crossed the park. Of course, I can't pass up the opportunity to get a picture with some local TV personalities. So, we stopped in the park along the side of the sidewalk and caught a quick picture with Shon Gables and Brian Brode. Two VERY inspirational people I have to say. 

I was motivated watching Brian speed up to catch someone and take more pictures. Then speed up again to catch up with the rest of his running friends, It was truly motivating to see. 

I made through it Harry Meyers park and on to Memorial Dr on the other side of Raymond Cameron Lake  in Rockwall when something funny happened. Along the sidewalk are oak trees adorning the landscape. I wasn't paying attention to the low hanging branches and actually let my flag get caught in one of those trees and my flag pole came apart leaving Old Glory hanging there in the tree as everyone behind me continued to run. My first concern was making sure I caught it before it got a chance to fall on the ground. It was embarrassing enough to let the flag get caught up on a tree, I would be completely traumatized if she touches the ground under my care. But, a fellow runner caught it for me as I was coming back around to get it. I put my flag back together and enjoyed the awkward laugh and kept running.

By the time I made it to the 10 mile point I had been up and down so many hills I felt my ears pop several time. Of course, I'm exaggerating. But,it sure felt that way! I got to 11 miles in and felt the need to walk for a bit. I struggle with the thought because it doesn't seem to be as "honorable" as running. And if I'm running for veterans then I need to run not walk. It's the least I can do. Right? But, I had to slow down because I could feel myself getting weak. I slowed to a walk and had a squeeze of Guu from my run belt and started to feel better after a few minutes of walking. I started running when I got to 11.5 and I was running at a pace faster than I had been before. Eventually, I made it up the last major hill in John King road in the last legs of the course and made the turn on to Airport rd leading back to the starting line on Townsend. But, I slowed down as I made the turn onto Justin Rd thinking about something my friend Jim Hardin from the Rockwall Running club has told me during one of our runs together along the same road. Jim had told me about The Patriot Half ran the previous year and how he came up with a saying. He explained how the copper dome on the Rockwall courthouse comes into view as you make your way up Justin rd and said "When you see the dome, you're almost home." I thought this simple saying was kinda cool. It reminded me of Paw Paw and some of the simple profound things he used to share with me as well. 

Anyone who has done any distance running knows how it can stir up some pretty serious emotions sometimes. Well, now that Jim's little saying has started something in my mind, I drifted off thinking about Paw Paw again. All that he meant to me. All the times we shared. All the advise imparted. I wanted to finish this race strong for him. After all, he's not just another veteran, he's also my Paw Paw. So, push on through the pain that is setting in. My calves are getting tight, my hips are completely spent. And my hamstrings are burning like they've been in a rotisserie oven for the past two hours at 350 degrees. If I hadn't looked I could've sworn I had meat falling of the bone like a rack of ribs from the smoker. EVERYTHING hurt!

Just then I could feel a wave come over me that I still can't explain. My heart rate slowed even though I hadn't. All of a sudden, it was easier to hold my head up and keep my shoulders back. I knew it was Paw Paw giving me the strength to finish this strong and provide some inspiration to someone or anyone who may need it. He wanted me to witness with my actions.

So, I made the last left hand turn on to Townsend Dr. It's another third of a mile or so to the finish line. I'm leaning into the wind that has my flag flying at full attention. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I can hear Paw Paw telling me how proud he is of me and what a great job I am doing. All the while, I'm trying to get my self in check so that I'm not a blubbering mess when I cross the finish line. Unbenounced to me, my daughter has been talking to the announcer at the finish line about my story and telling him of my surgery and physical trials. So, when I managed to collect myself and begin to sprint toward the finish I begin to hear the announcer telling the crowd about my story and made me break out in tears again. 

My daughter was there waiting to help me run in the last few yards and quickly supply me with water and help me cool down. And as I crossed the line, I could see my wife and her beautiful smile there to greet me. She could tell I'd been through a lot in my head during the last 2 hours and 38 minutes that it took me to finish had a bottle of water there for me as I was catching me breath. The right support system makes everything much easier. And, I have the best!!! Thanks Faith! Thank you Debbie!

After I had a chance to cool down, I was approached by a couple of ladies who wanted to tell me that I had provided them with some much needed motivation along the way as they ran behind me. After taking time to answer their questions, I learned it was Latoya Silmon of Fox 4 news here in the DFW area. Debbie and I posed for a couple of pictures with Latoya and I shared an abbreviated version of my story with her and her mother. She and I still keep in touch from time to time. 

Ya just never know who you may meet along the way. Whether it's running a half marathon or just running the rat race we all try to keep up with. And for that reason (and others) I always say...

Happiness is a choice; make it daily.

The Fairview Half Marathon

So now I have even MORE reason to run, my health and our nations veterans. I am now filled with a purpose that completes my healthy trifecta. My family, my personal healthy goals, and honoring those who defend our nation. I have my Team RWB shirt and my flag has been "tested for wind resistance". At least that's what I called it. 

Now my next half marathon was scheduled for April 5th 2014 The Fairview Half is an AWESOME race if you like to run a little bit of back country roads like I do. The course takes you through the rural back roads of Fairview Texas along with some of the streets of a local neighborhood with some very pretty properties and giant mansion like manners that decorate the course. I highly recommend this race for ANY distance runner who likes to take part in organized races. Many of the runners like to stop and take pictures with the horses and cows along the way. I wasn't one of them, I get to see those all the time where I live. It's fun to see everyone having fun taking pics and video of them along the route.

http://www.fairviewhalf.com/

http://www.theactivejoe.com/

But for me, this was going to be my very first test with the flag in a half marathon distance. But first, I had to make sure I set the alarm early enough to get all the way to Fairview by the time the race starts at 7:30am. I had my things laid out the night before and ready to go.  But, my timing was off a little. I arrived to the race with enough time to get geared up. But, I didn't have enough time to "take care of business", if you know what I mean. I was standing in line for the port-o-pot when a fellow member got my attention saying that Team RWB was looking for me to present the colors for the National Anthem. CRAP!! Off I go!! With a full bladder. But, i certainly wasn't complaining. What an honor, to present our flag for The National Anthem. I was truly humbled.

After the National Anthem, I had to make my way straight to the starting line. "I get NO time to pee?", I'm asking myself. But, the answer was no. The time was 7:28 and looking at the line still standing outside of the port-o-pots, I was certain I'd never make it back to the starting line in time. So, off I go with a FULL bladder. Let's just hope it helps to keep me hydrated.

Leaving the starting line, I felt in good (in spite of my extra cargo) and could tell this was going to be a good race for me. It was cool outside, much cooler than the weather during The Cowtown Half so that was definitely working in my favor. I felt good with the flag propped up on my shoulder and I was running my normal 10:30 pace for most of the race. Lots of friends from The Runners Corner  were running this race. 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/runnerscorner/

If you're a runner (especially a new runner) you really want to join this group on facebook. The people are soo helpful and there is a plethora of knowledge that everyone is willing to share. And we all support and encourage one another. It's a great group started by a great guy named Aaron Conner. Check it out!

Even though things were going so well through the whole race, I could feel that same cramp in calves coming up like they did at The Cowtown Half. And I knew I needed nutrition fast. I always carry a Guu in my running belt for long runs. So, I grabbed it and choked it down on the run. Just moments later I'm supercharged and I hit the last 3/4 mile faster than I'd run the last 12. I was shocked when I finished in 2:18:57. That's 10 minutes faster than I finished my first half! I was very pleased and had several people coming to me after the race was over telling what an inspiration I am for honoring the veterans with my carrying of the flag. And a few questions about how much harder it is to carry a flag when running. But, thinking on it then it really didn't seem to slow me down. Yes, I DID have the cooler temps in my favor. But, even still I didn't feel like it slowed me down any.

 

I was so distracted by the questions, that I forgot to get my complimentary shaved ice and chocolate milk. Oh well. There's always next year right? Until next time...

Happiness is a choice; make it daily. 

Joining Team RWB

Now that I've told you all about my very first Half Marathon after surgery, I have to go back and tell you something that I saw during that last mile of the race that really touched me.

I've always had a soft spot for two kinds of people. the elderly, and our nations military veterans. I found an additional way to honor and respect one of these while I was fighting to finish the race. As I was rounding that last corner that I mentioned in my last entry, I came upon a man carrying our nations flag on a short pole that he running with. It was obvious what he was doing was very patriotic. But, then I learned more after finishing the race. The runner I had witnessed was part of Team RWB (Red, White, & Blue). I could make a feeble attempt to describe the mission of Team RWB but, copying from their website's home page is best.

"Team RWB's Mission is to enrich the lives of America's Veterans by connecting them to their community through physical and social activity." Well, I HAD to join this group!! With a subject this close to my heart, how can I not? I submitted a request form online and got a response (almost immediately) from tie director of the local D/FW chapter, Anthony Thompson who , along with his entire team, welcomed me with open arms. I quickly ordered my first Team RWB shirt and anxiously waited by the mailbox. But as I waited, I came up with an idea. I know so many veterans and want to visibly show my appreciation to as many as I can. So, why not design a race bib where I can print the name, branch, rank and years of service of all the veterans I'd like honor and thank? I got straight to work on the idea. A few days later, the shirt arrives and I put together what would be my first customer bib honoring an American Veteran.

In honor of U.S. Marine Corp Sergeant Stanley Swain who was infected with cancer resulting from exposure to agent orange during the Vietnam War. I would wear a different bib for each race I run in. I started contacting all the people I know who have Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Sons, & Daughters, etc who have served in the military. I compiled the list in a Word document and saved it to refer back to any time a plan a race. But, what about the flag? I had to carry a flag! Not because Team RWB requires. They don't require to do carrying anything at all (unless you want to). But, how can I truly honor those who choose to serve to protect us and make all the sacrifices that they make and not carry a flag? My inner dialog told me, "Carrying a flag will slow you down. It's also GOTTA hurt after a while carrying that flag for 5K or 10K or 13.1 miles". But, I instantly reminded myself of the pain and struggle that our veterans choose to humbly take on every day. THAT CINCHED IT! Off to find a flag!

Now I'm all set! I have my RWB shirt and I big 3' x 5' version the U.S. Flag. I ran my first 10K with it at a local race hosted by my friends at The Rockwall Running Center.

 I would use this race as a test to how I run with the flag. Will it slow me down as much as I think? What other things have I not considered in this idea? I quickly learned that my flag stands taller then some of the timing towers. As I started the race, I accidentally hit the top cross bar leaving the starting line. Thank God I didn't hit it hard enough to knock it down! But, I learned that the flag didn't slow me down anywhere near as much as I had anticipated. So, that made me pretty happy knowing that it will be a little easier than I thought. Now onward and upward! With the other 3 of the half marathons I've committed to this year! Now, honoring our nations veterans as I do so.

Go Team RWB!!!

Cheers for now!

And remember,

Happiness is a choice; make it daily

The Cowtown Half Marathon (Pt 2)

Thinking about where I left off with my last blog entry, I'm reminded of how I found out the true grit that exist in me. In all of us really. It's just a matter of meeting the right set of consequences that light the fire under your posterior to tap into it. It's times like when I was climbing this hill. Other runners just called it a small incline some called it a bump in the road with a tongue in cheek approach. To me, it's a LARGE MOUNTAIN. Especially since I had not incorporated any hills into my training. Sorry Brad! Just being honest.

Now I was looking up at this hill recalling all the things I'd heard people saying about it along the way and in certain conversations. I don't know if I have enough gas in the tank to even walk up this hill let alone run it. But as my wife can attest, I'm very hard headed and when I've set my mind to something I'm gonna do it. I just wish I had applied that hard headedness to fitness 20 years ago instead of applying to a life of overeating and sedentariness. So, I dug deep. The kind of deep I've never found before. Down there in the darkest portions of your being. That's where I hide all my scars. All the emotional. All the physical. All the mental. That casymic place where I've buried all those scars from High School Bullies, and former bosses who were treating me unjust. All the times I've let people down. All those disappointments from an adoptive Father who saw me and treated me as nothing more than an inconvenience. I suddenly found how to tap into that energy and use it for something I can benefit from. I made it up the hill / mountain and felt a release like I've never felt before. I just conquered more than just a hill. MUCH MUCH more!!

The other side of the hill lead into downtown Fort Worth. I've still got my music BLARING now as I try to drown out the sound of a super supportive crowd. They were really cheering us all on. It's part of why so many runners like the Cowtown marathon, I suppose. There is a plethora of public support along the route. I ran strong through the streets of downtown and was still running on the adrenaline that had pushed me up the hill just a mile and a half behind me now. Knowing my emotional status, I was still trying to both ignore and acknowledge those who came to support the race.

The route has you take a right hand turn onto Lancaster Avenue to exit downtown and head back toward the plaza where the finish line is. I made the turn and ran toward the top of another small hill on Lancaster Avenue. As I peaked at the crest of this small hill, I could see Will Rogers Memorial Center where we had all began the race. I passed a sign indicating that I has arrived at the 11 mile mark. Now, I'm thinking I've only got 2 more miles left! I GOT THIS!! Then it dawned on me. I'm about to complete my very first half marathon. Less than 2 years ago, I was lying in a hospital with my wife worried sick about me. My daughter worried than she might loose her daddy. My mom wonder what is to come. Hoping she doesn't have to witness the death of one of her kids. Who would ever want to live longer than their own kids? I think about how my wife  and daughter are somewhere down there near the finish line. Probably holding some kind of supportive sign or something to show me how much they love me and support my new healthier lifestyle. Just then one of my favorite songs from Third Day comes up on my play list. A song called "Never Bow Down". One of those really powerful, fistpumping, triumphany songs that hit my emotional cords on any given day. Let alone today, with all the other things I've thought about all the race route.

I broke out in tears! Singing at the top of my lungs running back down that hill. Using the anthem to stand up against my Cardiovascular issues. Beating back the old me that would have said, "If you see me running, it's because someone is chasing me with a knife!" I'm screaming out my kidney disease and banishing it to never hold me back again. I have the passing thought that I probably look like I may be in physical pain to those around me. But just as I have this thought, a lady ran up from behind me and patted me on the back and said, "I'm very proud of you! What an inspiration you are! Keep up the good. You're doing great." I could tell that she saw the tears in my eyes and she appeared to slow down just a few seconds as if she wanted to make sure I was ok. We ran silently just steps from one another for a bit. Then she took off after seeing that I had recovered from my breakdown. That's what's really cool about the running community. We're all one; because we all run. It's good stuff!!!

I continued on, glad that the sweat on my shirt served as camouflage for what might have been tear stains otherwise. The route continues on and makes a right on University drive where it wraps you around the front of Will Rogers Memorial Center. It was here, right around the 12.5 or 13 mile mark that I saw my daughter running along the sidewalk as I ran up to the final turn. She ran with me as we approached the place where my wife and mother-in-law were both there with signs and cheers. At this point, I've cried myself dry. I'm running on pure determination. But, I'm afraid that my wife might recognise the pain I was in. She is very observant and her servant's heart might lead out to stop me for the sake of protection. After all, now I'm fighting off cramps in my left calf and my I.T. bands are tighter than Grandpa Jones' banjo strings. Pardon the Hee Haw reference. I'm a nostalgic fan.

I fight through the pain and make the last right hand turn toward the plaza. Now I can see the big inflatable timing archway about 75 yards in front of me. And DANGIT! I'm not done with the tears. I crossed the finish line and claim my medal and the volunteers hand them out to everyone crossing the finish line. Another volunteer sees my crying and holding my hands on my head to help me catch my breath. She comes over concerned that I might be in distress. She asks if I'm ok. And I can only must the response "I DID IT!!" I managed a smile as a looked at her and she smiled back pointing at my shirt and said, "Good job".

Anyone who has ran the Cowtown, knows that when you cross the finish line your are corralled into a water area and told to drink at least on 16 oz of bottle of water. Then, the only direction you can proceed is through the food area with all the usual recover delights abounding. Bananas, Chocolate Milk, Pickle Juice, and all the others. I had all the above and proceeded to try and find my family. Because, we were supposed to go get a free beer from the Michelob Ultra truck. I'm a HUGE beer fan. But, I was glad I had some time to catch my breath and my emotions before hand. I finally met up with my family and opted to hang out in the expo where it was air conditioned and we could get some free yogurt. I even made a cheap John Stamos joke as I enjoyed my blueberry flavored Oikos yogurt.

I had done it! I could tell by the runner high that I was on that I was addicted to running. I LOVE IT! And just like sooo many others I had to get a picture with my medals for completing the Cowtown Challenge.

With a finish time of 2:24:57 I was longer than my goal of 2:15 but I was happy still. Very proud of myself!

Just a few days afterward, I set my goals for 2014. I want to run 4 Half Marathons by the end of the year and join whatever team I saw along the route that carrying the USA flags in honor of our nations veterans. So, far I'm up to 3 half marathons and I've joined team RWB. But, I can tell you about all how those went later.

Cheers!
Happiness is a choice; make it daily