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

The Cowtown Half Marathon (Pt 1)

So, I've finished off my banana and my pickle juice and caught my breath again. My heart rate has dropped back down to expected levels. Now what?? This is my first major race. I have no idea what to do. So, I go back to the expo where I run into a couple of friends from high school who tell me that they have been following my story on facebook and how great they think it is to rise above the circumstances I've been dealt. I've always had a hard time taking compliments and this time was no exception. I had to look at the floor and just say, "Thanks." I could feel the emotions welling up. But, I fought them off. Afterall, I haven't seen either of these guys since high school and then there's the whole "boys don't cry thing". I wrapped up the conversation with the guys and continued on through the expo. When I came across a pair of shoes I've been wanting. The Hoka One One Quest. And it's in my bright color. Fluorescent Yellow!

Though nowadays, I tend to lean more toward the Hoka Stinson after talking with some pros and trying them on. Just more evidence of my growing patterns among the running community. As I learn more by observation and conversations.

So, I wrap it up and head to the hotel that I have booked for the night. I finally get to talk to my wife (Debbie is awesome) on the phone and tell her all about the race. She didn't get to attend since she had massage clients already lined up for the day. And beside, She's seen me run more 5K races than anyone. Nothing new really. But as I told her all about it, I was giddy like a school boy who had just kissed a girl for the first time. It's OK guys. I never had a man card to begin with so go ahead and TRY to take it away. Anyway, Debbie was on her way along with our daughter to join me in the hotel room for the night. And, I can't forget my mother-in-law who was there to support me as well. There we are, a four of us in one hotel room. And, I am even more anxious and neurotic than I was for the 5K. Now, I'm wondering if I need to get there even sooner than I did for the 5K after all, it IS a longer race right? Then, did I remember to bring my hydration belt and the bottles to go with? Did, I remember to pack my Advocare products to avoid gassing out half way through the race? What about the rest of the family? How am I gonna wake up at dark:30 in the morning and get dressed for a half marathon without waking everyone up? I staged all my clothes in the bathroom of the hotel room so that I could go in and shut the door to get dressed. Though, I later learned after exiting the bathroom that Debbie was awake anyway. Oh well!! I tried! I give Debbie a kiss and off I go.

Now, I've arrived and parked in the same spot as the day prior but the parking lot has much more activity going on than before. I guess everyone gets here early for The Big Show? This time there are photographers taking casual pictures of all the runners as we all enter the garden beside the corrals. I made it a point to have the photographer who stopped me take a picture of both the front and back of my shirt. Seems shameless doesn't it? But, any opportunity to reach someone with my message with worth my dignity. If I sacrifice anything at all, that is. 

The start time approaches and I make my way to my assigned corral. I'm assigned to number 5 (if I recall correctly). I get over the crest of the hill in the midst of the garden and I am overwhelmed again. The crowds are even bigger than the previous day. I make my way to corral number 5 and prepare to pack in like sardines and go back to my happy place again. I'm stretching and getting myself psyched up for my very first half marathon after quadruple bypass surgery. MAN! I was on the cusp of crying just thinking about how far I'd come. I turn on my play list saved on my phone hoping to distract myself so that I don't turn into a blubbering idiot right there in the corral.

Just as I'm plugging in my earphones, I guy catches my attention in my peripheral vision. I turned to see him waving me down.to ask me with a shocked look on his face. Did you really go through all that stuff on the back of your shirt? Well, I instantly started crying as I nodded in the affirmative. The emotions I'd been fighting off all this time had to make an appearance at some time right? I had to fight to collect myself and pull myself together. I'm about to run 13.1 miles for crying out loud!! Literally!! Get it together John!

Well, I DID collect myself and got out on the road. It didn't take long to get distracted from my own thoughts. I'm listening to my music paying close attention to my pace. Keeping my arms in stride. It was going really well. Then, I got to the 5 or 6 mile mark in the middle of the Fort Worth Stockyards. Running down exchange street along the old cobble stone streets that have been there for so long. But, I was fading. My legs were burning and I just felt spent. Then I remembered! I haven't had any fuel. I quickly pulled out one of my powergels form my run pack and chugged it right there at the corner of exchange street and main. I continued on and began to feel the fuel being delivered to the muscles that so desperately needed fueling.

I continued on wrapping around the Old Spaghetti Warehouse that sits at the top of the hill at the end of Exchange street and made the left back on to main as directed.  But, I didn't realize what I was in for. A mile or so ahead was the biggest hill I'd climbed to date crossing the Trinity River going into to downtown Fort Worth. UGH!!! Now, THIS is where I had to dig deep. 

But, it will have to wait. Because I have a wonderful family who is now home and I'd like to spend some time.

Until my next entry!

Cheers!!

And remember...

Happiness is a choice; Make it Daily!!

The Cowtown 5k / the warm up for "The Big Show"

Now the work week is over. It's Friday evening. The night before the 5K race at Cowtown. All the same things running through my mind that so many other runners struggle with. I'm anxious about making sure my alarm is set to the correct time. Is AM or PM? I'd better go check a 4th just to make sure. Did I set out my new running shirt with the clothes I have picked out to run in? Did I pack enough gel packs? I GOTTA remember my phone! Crap! I don't remember packing my favorite socks! Gotta go check my overnight bag AGAIN! Then, I'm sooo wound up that I can't sleep and I get nauseated when the clock strikes midnight and I'm still wide awake. To my knowledge, I only got about 2 hours of sleep before the 4am alarm sounded to get dressed and make the 90 minute drive to Fort Worth. And my stomach is in knots the entire drive.

I arrive just before the sunrise to find that I am so early that I get to park up front right by the start/finish line. COOL!! Now, I get to watch all the experienced runners come in for the morning and see what they do to prepare for a challenge. The expo opens up just as I come walking across the lawn to the building and I'm overwhelmed with mass of people I see. The Cowtown website tells of thousands of people who run the race every year. But, the sight of them all has much more impact than I thought it would. I wasted some time looking around the expo and all the cool running gadgets and gizmos and the time finally arrives to start the 5K and the announcer makes the 15 minute warning announcement. I start making my way to the exit of the expo. MAN! I thought the expo was elbow to elbow! I got my first look at the crowded corrals. With a serious case of claustrophobia, I could tell I was gonna need to "go to my happy place". I plugged my earphones in and started playing my "running" playlist on my phone. As I made my way to the corral. I've got some people looking as my shirt and pointing while they talk to each other in the corral but, no one said anything to me. It's a good thing they didn't since I was feeling overwhelmed anyway. I stretched as I waited for the last few minutes to laps. And finally, time to run!! I've run so many 5k races. Why was I so concerned with THIS ONE? That's what I was telling myself.

As I ran and settled into a place among the crowd where I was comfortable, I started seeing people giving me thumbs up hand gestures as they passed me along the course. With temps unusually warm for February, I kinda figured I'd be a bit slow. But, I was OK with it. I was following Brad's advice and treating this 5K like a warm up for "The Big Show" the next day. As I crossed the finish line, photographers are in their strategic places and but I've never been a real observant one when it comes to my immediate surroundings. So rather then the pleasant look that most runners have in their photos, I looked like and asthmatic yeti. Oh well, I'm not in it for the glamour right?

Now for a banana and some pickle juice. You know you're a runner when you can take in both of these within the same 10 minute window. I insistantly started thinking about the race that I've been training for for 8 months now. The Cowtown Half.

But, I can tell you all about that in my next entry.

Cheers!

Additional runs during my training

Alright! So, where did I leave off?...Oh yeah! Training for my first half marathon. Well as any runner knows, you can't just NOT participate in other races (5K, 10K, etc) while you're training. So along the way, I participated in several 5K races. One of which I actually took first place in my age group (39 - 44). It was at a local Turkey trot event in Royse City.

I even took 2nd place in a 10K race sponsored and timed by my beloved Rockwall Running Center. The Rockwall Rib Rub & Run turned out to be a bit more than 10K since the race guides weren't in place quick to steer the leaders in the right direction on the first turn. So, we ended up running closer to 6.4 miles than 6.2. But, oh well!! I still took 2nd place in my age group. And when it came time to accept my medal, a friend from the Rockwall Running Center was the one to give me my medal and had me stand for just a moment as he told me story to the crowd. I almost cried. But, I cinched up my tear ducts and went to a celebratory breakfast with my parents who had come to watch me race.

Anyway, races came and went along the training calendar. And not all of this is in chronological order. But, you get the picture. I jumped in with BOTH FEET! 

As The Cowtown Marathon grew closer, I felt much stronger. I was reading one day on the Cowtown Marathon website that they offer a challenge that can offer 3 different medals if completed. You can choose a shorter race on the Saturday of that weekend. Which would be a 5K or 10K and then choose to do the half, full, or ultra marathon the next day to complete the challenge. I consulted with Brad since he was the one to help me get where I felt I could do this. Brad said it sounded like an easy thing compared to what I had already done so far and encouraged me to take the challenge. So, I signed up to the 5K race on Saturday and the half marathon on Sunday. Now, to say I was confident that I could pull this off would have been a stretch. But, I knew I felt strong. REAL STRONG! I continue my training incorporating more miles and intervals training to build my stamina and recovery. And did I mention that all along I'm getting regular massages from the best place in Rockwall? Massage Rockwall, "Massage therapy for your active lifestyle". 

http://massagerockwall.com/

Also, the owner happens to be my better half. So sue me!! I'm throwing out a shameless plug for my wife who really does a great job of keeping athletic clients in the ready for their training. I know she does a stellar job of keeping MY legs in tip top shape. And THAT gives me a competitive advantage.

 But, I also have another idea. People have been telling me all along what an inspiration I am and how I have got them motivated or kept them motivated in their personal fitness goals. So, I'll see if I can inspire more people by designing a shirt to wear at The Cowtown Marathon. I REALLY like the feeling of inspiring people whenever I can. If, I can use my story to help put the wind in some else's sails, then why not do it? So, I start looking at websites to design a shirt that might inspire those that see it as I run any races I participate in. What do I come up with?

The design is a simple one, I know. But, it gets the point across. If I can do this...so can you!! I designed it and ordered it only a week and a half before the race and as I was placing the order the I read the it takes 5 to 7 business days to receive it. Now, I'm anxious wondering if I'll get in time for the race.

I got the shirt in the mail only 2 days prior to the race. What a relief!! Tapering week was going well and I felt ready. Now I just have to rely on all the training I'd been doing. I booked a hotel (even though I only live an hour and a half from Fort Worth). It didn't make any sense to race one day, drive home and then drive back again the next day. Call me lazy...

I could feel the excitement building in these last 2 days. It was all in place. My training, the shirt, the weather, my support team (my wife and daughter), and I had SO many people wishing me well. Just gotta get through the rest of the work week to find Saturday so that I could get up early and drive to get in the corral for the 5K race. The first part of my race challenge.

But for now, I have to sign off. This runner has a 5am run scheduled and it's currently 10:00pm. 

Cheers until my next post!...

Training for my first half marathon

So, you've heard how I was kicked in the tail (or chest) to get off my butt and get some exercise or else. Well, I recovered from the surgery and fought HARD to come back strong. Within only 24 hours I walked from intensive care into a standard room. Why intensive care you ask? Well, the surgeons had to slice my heart open to get to one of the arteries that needed to be bypassed. This meant I had to be put on life support for roughly 2 hours while extra surgeons and specialists were called in to assist. Which is why I had to be sent to I.C.U. to recover. So, after recovering for a week in the hospital, I was sent to post op rehab for light strength and conditioning.
It was in the rehab that I found my stride (pardon the pun). Part of my rehab involved running on a treadmill for 20 minutes with my heart rate at 125 BPM or lower. The nurses kept getting on to me because I would speed up because I didn't feel like I was doing any good at that speed. I realized then that the exercise I enjoy is running. So after finishing my 6 weeks of rehab, I gave myself a full year post op to recover before starting the couch to 5K app on my phone. My wife was on board knowing that I needed to exercise but, was understandably nervous. I started running the country roads around our home in the sticks. I picked a local run (The Patriot Half Marathon) hosted by the local running club and set my goal. The race was on scheduled for Memorial Day 2013 (hence the patriot part). And it was now April 2nd. I had work to do.
I ran the race and huffed and puffed my way across the finish line to an unexpected emotional roller coaster. I've never experienced that kind of emotional response before but I knew it was addicting right off the bat. The following June, I was approached by one of my facebook friends to join a team that he was assembling to run the half marathon at the Metro PCS Dallas Marathon in December 2013. I told him I'd have to think it over since I'd never run that far before. After some consideration, I agreed to join the group. It was a decision that made a HUGE difference in my way of thinking about running. It turned out that one of the guys is a well established triathlete who is well versed in the needs of someone who is training for their first half marathon. He assembled and entire weekly run/workout schedule for us and provided just the kind of focus I need to accomplish a goal like finishing my first half marathon. Thanks Brad!!
So, now I had roughly 6 months to train for my very first half marathon. Onward & Upward!!! Let's Go!! Like a well oiled machine, I trained EVERY time I was supposed to according to the plan that Brad had laid out for us. I was UBER focused on the goal here! As December approached, the weather turned very quickly (as it tends to do in North Texas). The day prior to the race a Major ice storm takes over the Dallas Forth Worth metroplex. We are covered under 2 inches of solid ice in certain areas of the metroplex. Now, I'm sitting on pins & needles waiting to hear whether the race is going to be cancelled due to the weather. Well as many of us know, the race WAS indeed cancelled due to the ice on the race course and I was PISSED! Now, I have done ALL this training for NOTHING?? NO!!! I chose to find another race on my own so that my training would not be all for not. So, I found The Cowtown Marathon in Fort Worth (which happens to be my old stomping grounds) scheduled for February 2014. OK! Now, I have to keep my conditioning going and make sure I'm ready for The Cowtown instead!

I'll get into the details of the race later. But suffice it to say, it was an even BIGGER emotional roller coaster than my 5K race back in May. More to come...

Why quadruple bypass surgery?

Why? Oh Why? Do I have to have my chest pried open with surgical steel? Well, the answer goes back several years. In 1995 I was giving blood at a blood drive at my place of employment. As part of the service, Carter Blood Center provided a lipid panel telling us all what our cholesterol levels were. I should have paid attention when I saw a cholesterol level of 375. But like so many Americans, I went on without another thought. Eating like a pig at any fast food joint that had a vacant seat available and smoking cigs to the tune of a pack a day.

Fast forward to 1998 and I take a job as a field tech for a major diesel generator company. My days consisted of elbows deep dealings with high sulfur diesel fuel, What those in the industry would call farm grade, or ruby red. As a result of such deep exposure to high sulfur levels, I contracted Membranous Glomerulonephritis. It's a kidney disease that has many side effects. One of those side effects...elevated cholesterol levels. Not good news for someone who already suffers from high cholesterol as part of a family history.

Only a few weeks later, and I am walking across the parking lot of a local shopping mall. A walk that might have been 100 yards created a pain in my chest. I had to sit on the curb at the entrance because I just couldn't go any further. My wife helped me make an appointment with my primary care doctor and I was referred to a Cardiologist named Dr. David May at Cardiovascular Specialist in Lewisville, Texas. Dr, May turned out to be a God send. After some testing, he determined that I was in need of a coronary stent. I went into the procedure scared of what might happen. But, the procedure only lasted 20 minutes and I went home later that same day with a new coronary patient card that I have to carry the rest of my life. It turned out that all 4 of my coronary arteries were at least 75% blocked. One of them was 97% blocked and THIS was the one that was causing the problem. Dr. May inserted the stent and advised that I would likely need more stents in another 10 years of so.
I managed to last 12 years to 2012. Yeah! A REAL success right??  But. along the way, my wife and I both quit smoking. But, that's a story for another time.

I was working on building a deck on the back of my mother-in-laws' house. In the heat of August, nonetheless. Just as my wife is pulling in to the drive after a day at work, she finds me white as a sheet and struggling to breath. I take off my tool belt and she gets a cool wet towel to cool me down. I'm quiet as I cool down because I recognize the feelings I am experiencing. Tightness in my chest, hard to breath, light headedness. Yep! I think it's time for another stent.
Not able to get into the doctor for another week, we attend a 70th birthday party in Memphis for my father-in-law. I struggled the entire weekend to keep up with the family as we walked to streets for different attractions and activities.

Upon returning home, I went to my appointment at Cardiovascular Specialist which lead to another procedure for an expected stent. This time with Dr. Shirley Williams. I layed in the prep area prepared for the same experience that I had gone through years ago. The anesthesiologist put me under, just as before. But, this time I woke up in a hospital room with my wife at the foot of the bed telling me that the doctors say that I am no longer a candidate for a coronary stent and that I'm being scheduled for quadruple bypass surgery. THIS SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!!! But, having little choice in the matter, I had 2 days in the hospital to come to terms. So, this blog chronicles my dealings after to recover and my determination to live a healthier life.

Now, I try to inspire anyone I can as I run and aspire to participate in my first triathlon next year. I've even caught the attention of the local media in my small town of Royse City.