XXXI: Running Fuel


What gets you around the track? To lift the weights? The go the distance?

Fuel.

Not just the physical food context, but the mental drive to overcome the shortcomings that our mind places before us.

What is your fuel?

I try to envision the future, I try to dream of the impossible, and keep my feet moving one step at a time. However, eventually I grow tired and I begin to reach for hidden cheats, the known pieces of life that can drive anyone beyond the pain threshold.

Anger, bitterness, hate.

Using negativity to fuel the drive to overcome will merely place your name among those who have failed to ascend above God, Himself.

I still hate. I’ve covered it up, masked it the best I could, but it still sits there. Knowing that I’ll explore that dark world when the miles begin to add. Broken promises, bad relationships, failed marriages, and manipulated moments…I’m still a broken man that struggles with hatred. It’s not just the context of being frustrated, it’s the dark area of the soul where you swear by things unknown that you will rise over those who ridiculed, yelled, and walked away.

Only God could accept a man still struggling with hatred. Only God would allow a man to run, knowing each mile he’ll have the option of fuel.

Will destiny, faith, and humility ever guide my way? Am I too broken to get past what’s been destroyed? Will the hatred ever go away?

I don’t know, I really don’t. Darco knows my demons, and demonstrates patience each time they’re brought up. I can only pray that this is an assistant coach training an athlete to become self disciplined in the soul, as he is to be on the track.

-D-

XXXI: Pure Country


Wow…you really are short…

I warned her. I had warned Darco several times about my dad’s side of the family, the Daugherty Clan. This was always done in a fun, whimsical sense, but compared to her experience with MC’s family there is a stark, stark contrast between the two groups. MC’s side you go to brunch with…dad’s side…you get tattoos and talk about about trucks at the local honky-tonk.

I. Am. Not. Kidding. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Chasing Dreams


I kept the form.

It was only for one mile, but everything was dialed in, stance, pace, power, mind, and soul. No pain throughout my body, only mental hurdles while running the night away…

I know several people who run in groups, run together, etc…I have never been that person. In high school it was because I was too slow (I got lapped at practice), in college it was because I wasn’t on a team, and now…it’s because other people are not dependable.

False promises, false ideals, or just an overall lack of commitment keeps me on the one way road. I run alone, train alone, and lift alone (safely). I’m learning that you cannot lean on others to motivate you, you have to motivate you. This concept and belief is your dream, not theirs, so why punish them? They aren’t deciding to trade off life for shoes, or burgers for smoothies (sort of), that’s my sacrifice, no one else’s.

I run a lonely path because it’s what I learned felt best. My soul and emotions run wild alone. With anyone else I’m concerned about them, their speed, what they’re thinking, how they’re judging me, and so on. Alone I’m only judging myself, and that’s enough because in my own eyes, I’ll never be good enough. I’ll never look the best, perform the best, or try the hardest. Make no mistake, mentally I am my worst enemy. I curse my efforts, and pound away on what pride is left.

I don’t run for fun, I run because it is a part of my identity. I hold onto the element as if it was part of my soul. I run because I dream, and dreams are worthless unless they transcend into reality.

When I lace up, when the music turns on, frankly I do not care about anyone else…

I’m out to chase dreams.

-D-

#getyourpraiseon


Honestly, I need to start writing a book just about online, social media contests and winning random things. I will admit that I’m a very, very passionate fan of Saucony shoes, they’re the brand that I wear religiously. They offer solid support for my Achilles, and they’re light enough that I don’t curse at mile two. I’ve been using them for a few months now, and I can’t think of another brand that I’d rather be paired with.

Ever-so-often on Instagram they run contests over the weekend, mainly to see where everyone is (or isn’t) running. This weekends project involved sticking your feet in the air to give perspective of your world. I took a scroll through some of the entries and suddenly I had a marvelous idea…

Many of these photos include mountains, cities, and a lot of water…I have none of those in my favor, but I do have a TON of corn. I’ll go get lost in the cornfield.

I left MC and Jim’s house for a bit yesterday, my first run since the hamstring problem, and wound up on the outskirts of their town. I vanished into the cornfield and snapped a shot for my Instagram account.

You can imagine my pleasant surprise this afternoon when I was selected one of four winners in their weekend contest (note, again I’m the only one with corn).

Top. Left. The only one involving corn…

What does mean? Well, the fun part is that I have a new pair of Saucony racing shoes heading to my living place. That’s nice because I can allow the ones I currently wear to be my ‘daily trainers’, and the secondary pair can be my ‘race day’ shoes.

Legit, right?

Just for entertainment you can enjoy this:

-D-