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Friday, April 29, 2016

According to WebMD

What does one do when you have a tender spot above your left ear for a week that won’t go away?

Much like a bruise, it is only noticeable when touched.  I’ve been racking my brain for causes, but I do not recall bumping my noggin’ and there does not appear to be any redness or swelling.  Maybe an ingrown hair?  Yes, that must be it.  I got a haircut about two weeks ago and maybe something occurred then.

I’ve just ignored it like a regular dude.  Unfortunately, the mystery remains.  I thought about making a doctors appointment, but what the heck are they going to say.  With no other symptoms my guess is they would tell me to take some Advil and monitor it for a few more days.  The moment I left they’d put a big “HYPOCHONDRIAC ”note in my file.  I refuse to be THAT guy.

Yesterday I woke up with a stiff neck and pretty mean headache.  I thought…Hmmmm.  This, whatever it is, must be progressing.  How about calling the doctor now?  Well, maybe, but why don’t you do a Google search first to see what comes up.


Well, according to WebMD it is highly probable that I’m dying.  Possible causes include tumors in my skull or nerve damage caused by an unidentified disease.  Just under those were migraines, infections, and cancer.  And under those were…ingrown follicle and head trauma (bump to the noggin’).

I had a good friend who had a tumor that was only discovered after losing hearing in one ear.  (No worries, he had it removed and is fine).  Symptoms of this type of tumor may include ringing of the ears, loss of balance, and blurred vision.  Well, I’ve had ringing in my ears for as long as I can remember.  Too many rock concerts in the 80’s will do that to ya.  Loss of balance?  Yeah, now that you mention it I am a little more unstable that I use to be.  Blurred vision?  Yeah, not normally, but the friggin’ headache is making everything seem hazy.

So, it is clear, I have something serious.

Should I update my will?  Wonder how much time I have left.  I’d hate to ruin the kids graduations with a silly funeral for their dad.  Man, the office is going to be in quite a pickle when I go.  Wow, I always thought I had more time.

The headache stuck around all night.  Advil was having no effect.  I said my prayers and went to bed.

When I woke up I did a sort of self-check to assess my state of being.  Well, that headache while not gone is much milder.  Stiff neck?  Not so much.

Well, what do you know.  I just might live after all.  Once again, WebMD sends someone off the rails.

[One Week Later - an update for my Mom]

If I focus really hard and press firmly, I can find the pain again.  Of course, if I press that hard on most parts of my body a pain appears.  Yes, I’m just fine.  Still not sure what might have caused it.  I know one thing, I’m not going online to try and figure it out.


Run in Peace, Rest in Grace

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

2016 Cowtown Half Marathon

Fort Worth, Texas - February 28, 2016

I have no idea why I’m writing yet another race recap from Cowtown.  Let’s see.  Well organized, great course, and good crowd support.  To be honest, I think most of the established races have nailed it.  I run Dallas and Cowtown year after year because they bookend my race season and I can count on a great experience.  And much like Nascar’s season starting at Daytona (the best race of the year), I start my season with Cowtown.

The only wildcard from year to year is the weather.  Generally good for both events with the exception of wintery weather at Cowtown (2015) and Dallas (2013).  This year the weather was not much of a factor.  Even though the temperature rose from mid-40’s to over 60 degrees, the humidity was mild.  If I had to gripe about something, it would be the strong winds throughout the morning.  This made pushing the pace for the miles along Main Street more draining

No need to give a blow by blow recap of my race.  My 23rd half marathon went about as well as planned.  That is, if I had a plan.  I find that these races have become so routine that I do little in advance planning for race strategy.  Strategy for me has evolved into a simple mantra.  Start slow and less slow.  Given that most courses measure longer than 13.1, I know I need to average about 9:00 minutes per mile to break the 2 hour barrier.  So, I try to keep the first half above 9:00 and the second half below.  I continue to run negative splits race after race, but the delta is shrinking.  I fear it won’t be long before age catches up with me and the anticipated second half effort is no longer within my reach.

The other thing I continue to notice is the increased number of the slower runners.  I’ll put my stats below, but being in the top third of participants has nothing to do with me getting faster.  The pool is growing and most are getting behind me.  I’ve written this before, but I point this out to simply say that running is for anyone.  The athletic and non-athlete alike.  All are welcome.  I’m not sure when we’ll reach the tipping point of too many races or too expensive entry fees, but it is nice to see so many out training on a day to day basis.  Keep it up!

Now, it is my time to ramp up the swimming and cycling.  Triathlon season in ON!

Run in Peace, Rest in Grace

By the numbers:

1:57:33 overall time (8:58 pace)
1,283/6,326 against the field
896/2732 against Men

118/386 in the 45-49 Age Group

Monday, March 21, 2016

Worried for Nothing

The possibility has always been there.  Inevitability is more accurate.

I went out on a 20 mile ride Saturday and after seeing a bike tube on the side of the road I was reflecting on the fact that I had never had a tire go flat.  In shock at my stupidity I scolded myself for the thought and moved on to other topics.  Yes, I have conversations going on in my head all the time.  No, not the kind anyone needs to worry about…or I don’t think so anyway.

With five miles to go, I heard an unfamiliar sound.  It was a short pop followed by a constant hisssssss.  While the sound may have been new to me, there was no doubt what happened.  My rear tire was going down!

After coming to a quick halt, I unclipped the pedals and turned to feel the wheel as if it might not be flat.  Why I bothered to do this is anyone’s guess.  There was zero doubt what had happened.  I’ve always wondered if I would know when a tire went flat.  The curiosity may seem silly, but I have only had slow leaks in the past. The ones in which you get finished with the ride and notice the tire is low on pressure.  Mystery solved.  Yes, I would know.

The good news is that I carry a spare tube and the necessary tools to change a flat.  This includes the tube, tire levers, and a CO2 cartridge with adapter to inflate the tire.  The bad news is that I have never actually used a CO2 cartridge and only changed a few tubes in the comfort of my garage.  Even though I carried the gear, I was certain that I would fuss with it for 30 minutes and accidentally discharge the cartridge before attaching it to the tube.  It happens.  I saw Chrissie Wellington do just that on the TV coverage of an Ironman.

The inevitability of having a flat was only matched by my expectation to be walking home after the pending failure.

I was blessed to flat near a closed road that had plenty of shade.  This allowed me to walk my bike a bit down the road and sit under the shade of a tree.  The change was going to take awhile so I didn’t want to get too exposed to the elements for fear of death by dehydration or sun exposure.  I was also out of plain view of passing traffic.  It would be embarrassing telling people passing “No thanks, I got this.  Just taking a few hours rest and enjoying this beautiful day.  Thank you..really, I’m fine.”  

This is a common bike route and most folks offer to help a stranded cyclist.  One time I offered to help a guy with a flat and his response was pretty much like the one I anticipated giving.  I rode off and thought to myself, Thank God.  What a curse that would have been for the poor guy.  The one dude out riding who does not know how to change a flat is the one he picks to help.  All the other cyclists perceive it is under control so ride on by.  We would have had to call AAA.

If you read the message boards or keep up with various bloggers, they talk about blowing a tire all the time.  When I started riding I assumed it was as common as armpit sweat.  If you’re gonna ride, it is going to happen and happen often.  This built up great fear within me and almost made me rethink this whole triathlon thing.  Fortunately, I went well over two years without it happening to me.  I don’t ride as much as I should, but tide enough that I assumed they made that garbage up to get people like me off the roads.

The positive thing about a fear is that if you don’t let it cripple you there is a chance to beat it.  I must admit that I watched countless YouTube videos on changing tubes.  Even though they made it look easy, I knew I’d have a 50/50 shot at best of doing it.  Nevertheless, I was prepared to face the fear should…sorry, when faced with it.

After a very deliberate and lengthy effort, I was ready to inflate the tire.  I connected the adapter that allows the cartridge to release gas into the tube.  I took my time and was rewarded with a tire ready to go.  It is a good thing the road was closed because I was visibly celebrating.  Even though the thing could still go flat any moment, I had at least gotten air in the tube.  I could blame a second flat on bad luck, but having to call home for a ride and explain that I was an incapable loser would be unbearable.  Expected, but unbearable nonetheless.

I rode the five miles home and confirmed that the tire was still inflated.  Hot Dog!

I was lucky to have my first flat on a short training ride.  Had I been 20 miles from home on a busy street the pressure would have been much greater.  I’d say that flatting in a race would be even worse, but I don’t think I’d bother to change it.  The race would be shot and as long as they had a sag wagon I would just call it a day.  Guess I won’t know until I get there…and Yes, I know, I know, I will get there.


Run in Peace, Rest in Grace

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Sacrifice

Given the Christian tone of my written musings, one might quickly conclude the message of this essay without reading it.  Let me guess.  Yet another written message of praise for our Savior Jesus Christ.  Yes, the ultimate sacrifice to take away the sins of the world.  And well deserved praise it would be.  However, that isn’t the angle I was aiming for when I heard Reverend Paul Rasmussen define sacrifice as:

Surrendering something you love for something you love more.

Sometimes a word or phrase we have known and used all our lives takes on new meaning.  The definition ingrained in us gets reignited with a spark of truth.

This take on the definition caught me off guard because he used the word LOVE.  Twice.  I could find no other definition that so honestly stated what true sacrifice is really all about.  It is at the very core about love.

Most common definitions state that a sacrifice is giving up something you want for the sake of someone or something else.

There is nothing wrong with that interpretation.  It just fails to answer one very simple question.  Why?  Why would we give up something for the sake of someone else?

Love.

It seems that some people sacrifice more instinctively than others.  I'm not sure whether there is more love in them, more awareness of those around them or simply more surrender.  But it is worth asking yourself the question.  Do I love those around me?  Am I demonstrating that love by putting their needs, wants, and desires ahead of my own?

Therein lies the problem.  We love, but we still want what we want.  Selfless sacrifice is something that takes practice.  Let's get started.

As for the Christian message you were expecting, I can only repeat the final phrase of Rev. Rasmussen’s sermon:

Sacrificing something you love for something you love more is the ultimate way to glorify God.


Run in Peace, Rest in Grace

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Simplify

 Say what you wish, but the Church responds to people’s needs.  These needs often go well beyond material or survival needs; though those are what stands at the front of the line.  Our church just finished an entire month focusing on mental illness.  Society as a whole has been working to educate one another about the issue in response to the mass shootings that have tragically become all too common.

 In this week’s church bulletin, I noticed a new class starting in January based on the book Simplify by Bill Hybels.  The subtitle of the book is “Ten Practices to Unclutter Your Soul.”  He did a sermon series on the topic some time ago which I listened to on my commute around that time.  I enjoyed the sermons and am sure the book and my church’s program are great.

But…

I cannot bring myself to sign up.  It lasts four weeks and the designated class time is 6:30-8:00 PM one night per week.  Can you see the irony in this?  They are asking me to add another task to my agenda to free me from a task plagued agenda.  I guess I need to get worse before I get better?

No. Seriously, I get it.  Sometimes we need to go around the block to get to our desired destination.  Short term pain for long term gain.  I am familiar with the concept.

Yet, I am overwhelmed and overbooked already.  Commitments to work, training, church, bible study, and being a husband, father, handyman (ok, that’s a scretch) along with a dozen other things have taken me to capacity.  Do I need to simplify my life and cut out some of the peripheral garbage?  Heck YES I do.  The problem lies in identifying the garbage or clutter that stands between me and God, me and contentment, or me and just feeling rested.

It all just seems so important to me that cutting out any of them or portions of each is unacceptable.  What if I complicated my life for four weeks only to learn that I am just destined to live with a full agenda.  All the time.  That relief comes at a cost I am unwilling or unable to bear.

I say No Thank You.  It would be good for you though.  Well, I do hope that a lot of people sign up.  Sometimes you just know something is going to be good.  Like the new Star Wars movie.  Someone tell me I’m wrong here.

So that’s it.  I’ve officially tossed the bulletin in the trash.  There is some freedom in that.  I seems as though I have just released some of the internal pressure.  Saying NO in some ways is saying YES to a simpler life.

Run in Peace, Rest in Grace