Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Dealing with Expectations

My experience at WTM has caused me to grapple with the question of how to deal with expectations.  Specifically, how can I be more effective at setting expectations for myself, and - more importantly - how can I learn to deal with the ramifications of exceeding, meeting or failing to meet those expectations?

The reality of the situation is that I had expectations for how I would perform, and I failed to meet them. Before the event, it seemed perfectly reasonable to think I would finish 50 miles and stay on the course all 24 hours.  It would be difficult, but doable.  The reality was that I finished 30 miles and spent a substantial amount of time in the Pit Area. I still received the black headband, but I wasn't on the course all 24 hours.  So, should I feel bad about setting unrealistic expectations or should I feel bad about failing to meet realistic expectations?  Or, should I feel good about surviving 30 rough and rigorous miles on a tough course six months after Achille's tendon reconstruction surgery?  Or, should I simply view WTM 2013 as a learning experience that will help me succeed at WTM 2014?  How much "slack" should I allow myself based on my Achilles injury (in other words, was I at 60% of what I could have been without the injury)? 

I have grappled with each of these questions, and I have to admit that it's tough for me to avoid the negativity.  Intellectually, I completely understand that 50 miles is an arbitrary goal that I set for no reason other than it sounded doable.  Emotionally, though, I struggle with not having met that completely arbitrary number of miles.  This was crystalized most concretely midway through the sixth lap when I came to realize that I wouldn't be able to go for a seventh.  This was a difficult thing to admit to my Mudder Brothers, but I came to realize that I was losing whatever strength I had in my upper body and would depend almost completely on them to help me over walls.  Additionally, I wouldn't necessarily be able to control my descent on the other side (a real fear crept into my mind because of this and the potential impact of my ankle injury on landing safely). This seemed unfair to Danny and Brian because I would be sapping whatever strength they still had, and thus would make it more difficult for them to keep going.  I wouldn't have minded simply skipping the walls and doing the alternate options, but I was really fearing flipping tires as the alternative for Berlin Walls.  The last thing I wanted to do was fail the walls, and then be DQ'd because I failed the tires as well.

My achilles injury threw me for a loop in many ways.  Aside from the fact that the recovery was difficult and slow, the uncertainty of my status forced me to hold off until VERY late in the game as to whether I would even participate in WTM.  Add into the mix the fact that my injury made it difficult for me to effectively train for the rigors of the event, and it's not hard to see these issues as compounding upon each other.  The biggest issue, though, is that I personally have a very tough time differentiating between REASONS and EXCUSES.  What others may see as perfectly acceptable reasons, I have difficulty differentiating from excuses.  But, perhaps this is too much navel-gazing, and there isn't really a difference between these two things and I'm choosing to look at my achievements in the more negative light.

Now, in reading this it is easy to think that my predominant reaction to WTM is negative, but that's not the case at all.  I had a fantastic time, met fantastic people, got to spend quality time solving the problems of the world with my Mudder Brothers, and feel better prepared to tackle WTM 2014.  The negative aspects of this are all internal doubts about how ready I was for the rigors and how willing I was to push through physical and mental barriers that I could have successfully pushed through with a little more mental freakin' grit.  I'll always have my doubts about the answers to those questions, and the only real remedy is to surpass my expectations in 2014 events.

Transitioning to the lessons for educational and leadership settings, I think there are two big take aways from my experience at WTM.  First, attempt to be as realistic as possible with setting goals.  Don't necessarily choose goals that are easy to achieve, but have a good sense of the reasoning for setting goals.  You can set the bar higher than you might normally in order to push yourself, but make sure to have a reason for the height that you set.  The second, and perhaps more difficult, lesson is to try to view any failure to meet those expectations as a learning opportunity rather than a negative.  It's trite to say that failure only truly counts as failure if you learn no lessons from it, but it's also true.  It's not necessarily easy to see the roots of success in failure, but if we can use it as motivation to improve then we're already moving in the right direction.  I'm starting to transition to thinking about my failure to meet my WTM expectations as an opportunity to improve for next year, and I'd like to think that this constitutes a different kind of success.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Victory Meal


Apparently the tradition is to eat at Burger King after a Mudder event. Lucky for us the largest Burger King I have ever seen happened to be on the way back to the hotel, so we stopped in for a bite. The guys were welcomed like royalty by the restaurant manager. He congratulated Bad News, asked them how many miles they completed (35), and then told them that his son just finished 50 miles (grrrrr). The manager provided us with "expedited" service (I never knew this existed at BK...) and eagerly brought my and Danny's tray to our table. He then told us that he used to be a Navy Seal for 12 years and used to do mudder type exercises all they time. He said he did not miss the work much especially due to the back injuries he received in the line of duty. We humbly thanked him for his service to our country (and you can too: BURGER KING®, 273 New Jersey 18, East Brunswick, NJ 08816)


Best BK experience ever.





Overnight

Seems the boys have been busy and smart. I received a text from Brian at 3:28 am saying, "We're in for the night." They plan to go back out around 8:30 or 9 am this morning. According to the online standings, Patrick has completed 6 laps and run 30 miles. He is in 653rd place overall and 67th in the Male 40-44 division. Danny and Brian have completed 7 laps and run 35 miles. Danny is 87th in the 35-39 Division (apparently WTM was unaware of the major 40th Birthday celebration happening on their course...) and in 574th place overall. Brian is in 573rd place. I'll be heading out soon to see how they are faring.

 

Saturday, November 16, 2013

WTM Prequel

A few clips from yesterday's Pit set up:




Arrival

 
 

Zombies?

 
 

Camp WTM

 
 

Bad News Neighbors



 

5:00

So at 5 pm, sundown, I was no longer allowed to go back into the "pit" to help out the team. The rules say that i can return to the pit at noon tomorrow. They r all set up- tents are cozy, food is accessible, headlights r powered up. Right now they are in about 724th place and have logged 18 miles. It will be interesting to see how many of the contenders make it through the night. Here's hoping for a night free from hypothermia... 

Lap 1


Looking good after Lap 1. Weather really could not be better. It is actually kind of hot. They are in mile 8 now. The guys are in great spirits and Pat's legs are still working. You can track the each "contender" on RaceResults360. Type in their bib numbers: Danny 1209, Pat 1737, and Brian 1718 and you can see which mile they are on and the split times. There is also a handy Race Results 360 app in case you are out on the golf course and want to follow along (Dad).

Ok now I get it... sort of

All I can say is WOW. After an inspiring speech like this there is little wonder why these three Bad News Mudders have been putting themselves to the test all year. For me, all I can say is that I am really glad it not raining because the rumor was that this course (and this pit crew) should stay relatively dry today. We'll see. Right now the guys are out running the first 5 mile lap. As I type this entry while sitting in the parking lot, I can hear the announcer congratulating the first few superhumans who are already finishing. Stay tuned.

Friday, November 15, 2013

The Final Ingredient - Support




Have you ever had that dream where you’re walking over a train bridge and just around the corner you catch the first glimpse of the oncoming locomotive that is speeding right toward you. Where can you go? It’s too late to turn around. You can’t jump the 600 feet to the winding river below. You know you can’t take the train head on either. What to do?

I can remember several months ago when I would log on to our blog and check the latest stats or read one of the new posts from my two crazy partners on this journey and take a quick glance at our World’s Toughest Mudder countdown clock. It would always read 256 days (funny that I have a distinct memory of checking it on this particular random day), 223 days, 175 days, etc and so forth. One of the things I remember most is how distant it felt. I always seemed to find myself in preparation mode for the next ticking clock leading to the next Tough Mudder on the horizon. Over time I guess I grew a little numb to the whole exercise. I mean minus a new obstacle here and there, I knew what I was getting into. Well let me tell you this, as I have looked at this speeding train getting closer and closer, I have finally come to realize how unprepared and scared I really feel. Yes – I said scared dag nabbit.  I think you would be a fool to be not a little frightened of an oncoming, speeding train.


One of the things I keep reflecting on though gets back to one of my overarching themes in all of my posts this year. This is the Tough Mudder that I have been training for. Now that it is here, I’m scared to death. Not scared in any real sense of the world. I think it is more of a fear of the unknown and not being 100%. Not that anyone is ever 100% but the 55 miles we recently did at the Tri-State and Mid-Atlantic Tough Mudders really took their toll on my legs. (And that is the last time I will bemoan any injury. None of us out there will be 100% and I have nothing to prove to anyone but myself.)

But – this is my Tough Mudder. This is the thing I have been preparing for and am excited to get started. What I have found most interesting over the past couple of weeks are my reflections and what has really seemed most important to me, and I think it ties really nicely into the idea that it doesn’t matter what your particular Tough Mudder is – it is just important that you have one and are working each day to get there.

These reflections have allowed me to focus on that one final, and possibly most critical element, in the whole journey of preparing for a Tough Mudder in life – SUPPORT. With all my personal drive, my commitment to working out and living a healthier life, none of this journey is possible without support. It is so critical to keeping you going when the last thing you want to do is too keep going. So I would like to take a moment to offer some thanks.

First to my mom and dad. No this not a sappy, you raised me, you fed me, you clothed me – I think I will be offering those thanks for the rest of my life. The support in this specific context is the fact that they are taking my two girls for the four days my wife and I will be up in New Jersey. While I really wanted to take the girls to the race as well, I honestly think they are going to see me go by a couple of times and start to think – O.K. what’s next. My parents juggled their entire weekend around so that they could help me make my Tough Mudder a reality. While this may be something small to them, it is taking a big worry off of my chest in that I know they are being well taken care of – and will be able to check in on our blog regularly to see how dad and Mr. Brian and Mr. Pat are doing.
 
My next thought is to my wife Tasha. While she has never stopped stating I think you guys are completely insane, she has also been the lone voice at times that has told me, “What do you mean you aren’t going to do World’s Toughest Mudder… You’ll regret it.” The truth is she’s usually right. She has even hit me with the old, “The girls will be so disappointed.” I mean having these conversations has been a workout in and of itself – “You’re completely nuts…what do you mean you are not going to run.” I mean talk about mental grit training.

She is also coming with us on this trip to offer whatever support she can in the pit. She has agreed to be our event blogger and follow us around the course for video and interviews so she can load them up to the blog immediately for everyone to be there with us – all of you out there who are our larger support networks. Another piece of our support puzzle that just makes all of this a little more exciting that we will be able to share this crazy journey with so many more people. Thank you for being there and always giving the nudge or kick that was appropriate and exactly what I needed to hear.

And then there are the two crazy mudda bruddas that have been with me on this entire journey. You guys are insane, and I would not be here without you. I am pretty sure we have all tried to talk each other out of this craziness with one subliminal message or another, but none of us ever bit on that type of talk, and this has been really critical. One of the things I have learned on this journey is that it is great to have others who share your same interests and are training for the same Tough Mudder. It is so, so much better when you have someone to do this with – who are just as committed (or need to be committed), and who understand that there is nothing left to do but run up and meet that train rather than just letting it plow into you.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Tri-State Tough Mudder – The Most Firsts





While the Tri-State Tough Mudder has not been officially voted upon and named – there were truly a lot of possibilities – I thought I would go with the idea of it being titled The Most Firsts. I always find it interesting that no matter how much you train for something, how much you think you know what the goal is, there are always so many little things that always arise, make you shake your head, and in the end become the driving force that keeps you going and makes you want to come back for more.

I’m sure my fellow educators out there can all relate to some degree. In an earlier post titled Mental "Freakin" Grit Baby, I posed the question – What mudder are you preparing for? The general idea here was that you don’t have to be gearing up physically and mentally to traverse a series of monkey bars nor do you have to be mentally prepared to throw yourself through some live electrical wires, but in the end we all need to dedicate ourselves to something that helps us push our limits and find out what we are really made of.

Keeping focused on a goal, preparing ourselves to try something new, those are the things that wake us up in the morning and help us push through those parts of our lives which can become a bit monotonous. This is why reflecting on the Tri-State Tough Mudder has been so much fun. Our driving goal, that Mudder we were preparing for, was to complete the Black Jack run – 2 laps on Saturday and 1 lap on Sunday. This was to be our test, or so we imagined, for our ability to actually compete in the World’s Toughest Mudder.

There were also individual goals. For me it was conquering some of my nemesis obstacles. I did not do well on Funky Monkey during our last Mid-Atlantic race and I was disappointed given that I had already completed Funky Monkey on our first ever attempt at a double Saturday Mudder in North Carolina. You would like to see that first of all firsts one more time - I could go for that.




Walk the Plank - NO FLEPS!
That video certainly warms the heart. For me there were, and I say were, Berlin Walls as well. I have gotten so tired of needing a push to get over those things and was committed that this was my race to beat them myself.

What I keep reflecting on, and I think the power of reflection could be an entire post in itself, was no matter what we thought our goals were, what we couldn't keep talking about were those little things that we had never done or witnessed before - those “Firsts” as I've labeled it - that pushed us around the course. Things that were not part of our overall mission but nonetheless became more of the focus and kept a smile on our face with each turn. It was these “Firsts” that kept us laughing when our bodies wanted to stop, and actually helped refocus on all those little things we would have walked right by. For me, this had a really incredible effect. I began looking for these little things everywhere and in the end, before I knew it, 30+ miles and three laps and 3 laps were complete.

Here are a few of those "Firsts" for you to enjoy – I'm sure my Mudda Brudda has plenty more to add. 
  • First Black Jack run (2 Laps on Saturday and 1 Lap on Sunday)
  • First Triple Funky Monkey (followed by the First Quadruple Funky Monkey for the heck of it)
    1st Funky Monkey
  • First Island Hopping experience
  • First Walk The Plank with an actual plank
  • First Greased Lightning mud hill slide (not to future mudders – slide on your feet – this is not Greased Lightning. This is bruise your as* lightning) 
  • First large hay bale in the middle of Electroshock (thanks TMHQ – that was fun)
  • First time enjoying Electoshock after the race (we will make it a point to do this in the future – hee- larious)
Finished Electric Eel - Lap 2
  • First time of yelling “You Are Freakin’ Awesome” at random times throughout the course. (That is what happens when I get no music on the course. I begin to imagine my life as Start Line Sean.)
  • First time of seeing the true effects of Kryptonite on Superman – poor fat Superman – poor, poor fat Superman.
  • First time of seeing Mudders make an obstacle where there was none. (For all future Mudders – there are volunteers at each obstacle. Just because people are picking up a random pile of tires does not mean you have to help move them.)
  • First time of being criticized for not participating in made up Mudder tire obstacle carry.
Triple Funky - Day 2
  • First time for Extreme Mudder rules on Everest (please consult TMHQ official rules and policies ;)

  • First time thinking wouldn’t it be great if his name was Finish Line Fred?
  • First writing of the bib number on your Mudda Brudda’s head (guess they really do need more volunteers)
What does this all amount to – simply having fun. We all set challenges for ourselves. Hopefully we are all working on identifying that Mudder we are planning to train for, and most of all taking the time to enjoy those little things along the way that let us have fun. Without the fun, there is no coming back. When you hurt, when you're tired, when you want to quit, it is finding the ridiculous that can keep you going, make you shake your head, and decide one more time to lace up your sneakers. Laughter is such a cure all. We simply need to take the time to look for it - especially in the most unseemly of places.

So my challenge for everyone in this post is to keep looking for that Tough Mudder that interests you. What is the Tough Mudder that you are preparing for in life...in the classroom? But remember to keep things in perspective. If you aren’t having fun with it, there is nothing that will keep you coming back when you mentally or physically want to quit.


Now let's enjoy the "First" ever Cuatro Funky Monkey!!!
















Saturday, October 12, 2013

The Blackjack

I'm guessing that right about now my Mudder brothers are either listening to the starter at Tough Mudder New Jersey, or have started their journey around the course.  I just wanted to take a quick second to say good luck, and II can't wait to hear the stories.  Wish I was there with them.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

141 Days...the Most Heroic Mudder.

The total number of days between Friday, May 17th, 2013 and Saturday, October 5th, 2013 is 141 days.  I tore my Achilles on the 8th of May, but I didn't have surgery until the 17th, so that's the date that I'm using as the starting point for my recovery.  That means that it was 20 weeks and 1 day, or 4 months and 18 days, between my surgery and my first Mudder.  I'm not sure how impressive that is, but for an injury that is supposed to take as much as 18 months before you're fully yourself again, I feel pretty good about it. 

A couple thoughts:
Me and Simon (first time Mudder) after crossing the finish line
  • The venue in Seattle was absolutely beautiful.  It was just over 11 miles, and was run in a Quarry.  It didn't have any new obstacles, but it tested my ability as much as any other course so far.  There were A LOT of blackberry bushes, and they could have caused some serious headaches with all of their thorns, but otherwise the course was very nice.
  • I was expecting the course to be more mountainous, but it ended up being relatively flat and wooded.  There were a few steep inclines, but nothing too bad.  The worst part of the inclines was a series of slides and climbs out of a watery ditch.  The sides of the slope were so steep it was impossible to go slowly, and most people ended up sliding down into the ankle-deep water at the bottom of 15-foot inclines.  I refused to slide because I didn't know what the water held and I didn't want to hurt my ankle, so I ended up going really slow. 
Approaching the Electroshock Terapy, the finish line and beer!
  • Speaking about the series of inclines, this was perhaps the silliest obstacle in terms of causing a backup and injuries.  While I was doing them, we had at least one person require medical assistance (in fact, I was able to throw my first X up).  When we came back around the course and stopped at a water station relatively close by, we were told that injuries had been happening all day long at that obstacle - one of the girls at the water station said she had been there 10 minutes and medical had been needed 3 times in that 10 minutes.
  • My ankle held up pretty well.  Although I fell while doing the rings, the only obstacle I felt beat me was Everest.  I made an attempt, but I couldn't get enough speed to really do it.  I probably could have tried again, but I kind of jammed my foot while going back down the ramp so I figured I'd live to fight another day.
The official Seattle TM Course map.
  • The electrical obstacles weren't all that bad.  I got zapped on Electroshock Therapy, but I didn't get hit at all on the electric eel.  Hopefully, that's not simply tempting the electrical currents in my next event to hit me extra hard.
  • I came out of my Saturday run with relative few bruises.  The only two bruises I had were caused by carrying a rather bulky waterproof video camera in my pocket...it would bounce around while I was running and caused two pretty big bruises on my thighs.  I think I could have done the Sunday run, which I had registered for, but I would have had to run it by myself.  That's not nearly as much fun as it might sound, so I decided I would spend time with my sister, niece and father.
  • This was the first mudder that I've run where spectators came to see me run.  My father, sister and niece were in attendance, and got to enjoy the 2-mile spectator route through the course.  I think it was as muddy as what I had to run, but they seemed to enjoy it.
  • I still can't believe that I'm the first one of the three authors of this blog to actually complete a Tough Mudder course since my injury.  That's gotta count for something.  
Our custom has been to provide a superlative for each of the mudders that we run.  For example, Wintergreen was The Toughest, Mid-Atlantic was The Windiest, and Miami was The Coldest.  When Danny asked me what the superlative for Seattle was, without hesitation I said it was the Most Heroic.  Running a Tough Mudder with a surgically repaired Achilles less than 5 months after surgery is easily worth 3 headbands, but I wish the boys luck this weekend with their little Blackjack - if the weather allows it, of course.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Fear of the Unknown: T-Minus 3 Days

3.  How will the unknown obstacles impact our run in New Jersey?


The map for Tri-State has been released so DC and I have been like kids in a candy store studying the route and the obstacles that we will face this weekend.  There was both good news and bad news as we looked at the course.

Bad News:  There will be no redemption on the rings for DC unless it appears as a mystery obstacle in an enclosed space, with electroshock over water.

Good News:  We will finally have our shot at Island Hopping which was the subject of a previous post that can be found here.  The other good news is that there are several more obstacles that we haven't faced and we have no idea what they are.  One of the downsides from running so many races is that you get used to the same obstacles and some of the fun disappears.  Even though obstacles remain tough no matter how often you face them nothing compares to the first time.  Can you remember the first time you faced Everest and saw all of the people hanging down to help you?  There is something magical about those moments and I'm excited to face some new challenges.  Who knows how these obstacles will impact our performance?  Stay tuned to find out if we survive the Zombie Apacolypse or can scale whatever Climbmax ends up being.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Dreaded Rings Revisited: T-Minus 4 Days

This countdown post is actually a repost because we have yet to encounter the rings again on the course.  I'm confident we will see them this weekend and even more confident in DC's redemption.

4.  Will this be the race that DC conquers the dreaded rings?


"Hangin Tough" is one of the more difficult obstacles to complete on the course.  Patrick seem to effortless flow through the rings as only a Gazelle could.  On the other hand I have adopted a very awkward, clunky two hand approach which is effective but far from effortless.  You can see both approaches in the video below.



This obstacle remains the nemesis of DC.  He has attacked it with both the Gazelle and two-handed approach.  He has also hatched a plan to create an easy-bake oven recipe for creating homemade rings.  I know he has this obstacle square in his sights.  Will this be the race that DC conquers the dreaded rings?  Stay tuned to find out.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Island Hopping: T-Minus 5 Days

5. How will we fare in our quest to hop islands?


We have encountered most of the obstacles that Tough Mudder has to offer during this year of mud.  Island Hopping is one of the few that has eluded us.  It seems to be a favorite among participants because of both the difficulty level and the likelihood of some ridiculous falls.  The Tough Mudder website bills this obstacle as:

Keep your speed up or Island Hopping will quickly give you a sinking feeling. You must leap frog from pad to pad if you want to make across and staying in one spot for too long will make it nearly impossible to get moving again. This obstacle will test your speed and agility more than anywhere else on the Tough Mudder course.

I've read online that only around 40% of participants are successful on this obstacle.  DC and I in theory will have 3 shots at it in New Jersey.  I am working on three different approaches for this obstacle so that I can make it across.
  1. Run across the boxes as fast as I can.  This could result in utter catastrophe or sweet victory.
  2. Pretend that it is the old school frogger game and hop across.  
  3. Step across slowly and carefully. 
While I have three strategies now I'm quite sure the execution will look the same each time.  The only difference is that I'm bound to be moving slower on lap 3.  This obstacle sets up nicely for the yoga master and his uncanny ability to balance.  Will either of us make it across?  What is 40% of 3?  Does that mean that there is a statistically significant chance of one or both of us making it across?  Stay tuned for reports from Jersey for all the answers!

Friday, October 4, 2013

The Gazelle's Return: T-Minus 8 Days

The Gazelle's Return


Our long layoff is almost over and we are about 8 days away from running in Tri-State.  Before DC and I get to Tri-State Patrick will be in Seattle attempting his first mudder since tearing his achilles.  This would put him ahead in the headband quest but could put him substantially behind if he isn't careful on the course.  If anyone in Seattle sees the gazelle go down please X him immediately because we care about his safety.  Also, please take pictures because we've always wanted to X him since he is typically so far ahead.  How will the surgically repaired gazelle fare?  We hope he does well so that he can run Mid-Atlantic and ultimately World's Toughest.  We'll count on Patrick to keep us updated this weekend.  

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Ramping Up Again


It has been a while since I have last posted.  DC and I are running neck and neck in blogging proficiency or lack thereof lately.  Part of that is due to the long layoff combined with the cancelled Virginia Beach Mudder. Another part is due to the start of school and a very busy time for the three of us.  With all that being said we are staring directly at another mudder in less than two weeks.

Actually the rumor is that Patrick will be taking the headband lead by running/walking/limping the Seattle Mudder this weekend.  It is likely the flowing locks but he is actually ahead of Kobe Bryant with his recovery.  DC and I will be traveling to the Tri-State Mudder to attempt three laps during the weekend.  This will be immediately followed by running the Mid-Atlantic Mudder the following weekend.  Just typing these words make my shin and foot start to throb.

In a sense I am nervous about ramping up again because it has been so long since we ran a mudder. Training has stayed intense as I have developed a love/hate relationship with Crossfit but nothing compares to actually running in the mud and being electrocuted.  From this point on running mudders will be our official training. We have a total of somewhere between 6-8 laps ahead of us before we hit the World's Toughest Mudder. None of us have pulled the trigger on that registration but all it will take is one.  That's just how this group operates.

While this is more of a ramble than a post you will begin to see more action on our blog.  A lot will be answered in the next few weeks.  Will Patrick and his achilles survive Seattle?  Will DC and I survey the New Jersey Turnpike and the three laps that await us?  Will any of us make it World's Toughest?  Stay tuned.  I see a T-Minus series coming up...

Friday, September 13, 2013

Gettin' Better All The Time

In the immortal words of the Beatles, "it's getting better all the time."   Today was my longest walk/jog so far.  My goal has been to walk for 10 miles or three hours, whichever comes first, and I'm glad to report that I hit just under 11 miles in just under 3 hours today.  I walked the majority of the time, but whenever the urge hit me, I would do a slow jog for as long as I could.  My guess is that I actually jogged somewhere around a mile total. 

My pace really started to slow down at the 9 mile mark, but the 16 minute per mile pace overall is an improvement on earlier efforts, and so I'm setting my goal to get below a 15 minute per mile pace in time for the Seattle ToughMudder on October 4th.  I definitely think that I can do that, but much will depend on how much my ankle can handle the jogging parts.  I'm not sure I could speed up my walking much more, so if I'm going to speed up the pace then I'm going to have to jog more.  The big question is whether I will be able to run in the WTM, which is just over two months from today.  How I do during (and feel after) the Seattle TM will give me a very good indication of whether the WTM is a feasible option.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Best Day since November 30th, 1988

Okay, maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but in the immortal words of Ice Cube, "today was a good day", and since some rigorous Internet-based research found out that Ice Cube was rapping about November 30th, 1988 (or, January 20th, 1992, depending on which source you believe), I've decided that's the benchmark.  Either way, it can't be denied that today was a good day for me: I went for a walk!

So, that may not seem all that earth shattering, but it's a big day for me.  A little background before I explain why: today marks the 102nd day since my surgery.  That's 14 weeks and 4 days.  The first two weeks were spent sitting on my couch watching Netflix.  The next 10 weeks were spent doing physical therapy 3 times a week, with the high point being the ability to do 2-footed toe lifts. At no point during those 10 weeks could I walk without a limp.

For the last two+ weeks, I've been down to twice-a-week physical therapy, and I've begun treadmill walking and doing deep-knee TRX work.  Overall, I've been seeing steady progress, but it's been slow.  The limp still shows up if I'm tired or have been moving around a lot, but my physical therapist has started asking me to test it a little bit more. At the end of last week, I asked her if I could take a walk along the Osmanthus Trail, which is where I used to do most of my trail running.  It's a 2.5 mile loop through some beautiful swampland in Virginia Beach, and it had become a very comfortable place for me to run.  There's not much change in elevation, but the ground is uneven and root-covered.  The fact that it is 2.5 miles made it easy for me to calculate where I was, distance-wise, and it allowed me to test myself in terms of pace (I got down below 8-minute miles at my best).  When she said that would be okay as long as I was careful and stopped if my limp got really bad, I was super-excited to go out and test myself a bit.

My Day in Busch Gardens
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to do the walk this weekend because I went to Busch Gardens with my wife and kids.  Knowing that there would be a lot of walking, but at a relatively leisurely pace, I set my Runkeeper app to track my walking progress.  At the end of the day, it said that I'd walked 5.7 miles in just under 5 hours.  Of course, some of that mileage is when I was on rides, so I wasn't quite sure what to make of it.  It didn't seem too hard on my ankle, and it didn't seem too impressive to walk basically 1 mph, so I decided to go out to Osmanthus Trail this morning.  I figured I would take it easy and see what kind of pace I could keep up without limping.  I started out by walking the Bald Cyprus Trail, which is just as nice as Osmanthus, but shorter.  It does have a bit more elevation change, though.  The fact that it dead-ends into Osmanthus meant that I could walk it, and then either do Osmanthus or shortcut back to my car if I wasn't feeling up to it.

Based on the title of this post, you can probably tell how it went, but I'm going to describe it anyway.  It was fantastic.  Leaving my house this morning, my goal was to have a 20-minute per mile pace along Osmanthus.  I ended up walking 4.34 miles with a sub-17 minute mile pace.  The best part was that my ankle actually felt pretty good during the walk (it's tightening up a bit now), but I realized that I could easily work with those numbers and improve them.  I felt like I could actually run, if I wanted to (if my physical therapist is reading this, don't worry, I didn't), and I realized that walking a TM might not be out of the realm of possibility. The next Mudder that I'm scheduled for is Seattle on October 4th.  That gives me just over 5 weeks to get to the point where I can walk 12 miles or so.  I'm not necessarily going to worry about pace, but if I can get below 15 minutes per mile, then I would be ecstatic.

All of that is nice, and makes me feel good about my possibilities, but it's not really why today was such a great day.  That was actually the result of feeling like I am challenging myself again.  This isn't to say that PT isn't challenging, or that recovery has been smooth sailing, but there is a difference. The challenge created by doing two-footed toe lifts is tough, but the progress tends to be slow and the slowness of the improvements has made me pessimistic about my potential.  Today's challenge was tough but it also demonstrated that I could get back to normal activities.  Granted, I'm not running on treadmills like Kobe, but for the first time I can actually see myself taking part in Tough Mudders again - and not simply in a hypothetical, "someday in the future" kind of way.

I realized that challenging ourselves serves many different purposes.  It helps us understand our capabilities and potential.  It helps us try different things.  But, most importantly, it is the crucible through which we make ourselves successful.  I think that's why challenging ourselves feels good.  It's not always fun while it's happening, but it cannot be denied that a challenge, successfully met, changes us.  There's no doubt that there's a lesson in there for education...