Mobile Minutes: Imagination Sensation


After school…
After lunch…
After a nap…
There lies a small town where the river bends. Through downtown of a tiny town, over the lone bridge in the community, carving alongside the ancient bluffs is a simple road that weaves along the flowing water. It’s level, it’s comfortable, it’s well worth running on. The lack of elevation on the road makes for a fast time, but there’s enough of a shift in feet that you’ll eventually begin to feel the lactic acid building in your quads and hamstrings.

It took me like...seven different attempts to get this thing right...

It took me like…seven different attempts to get this thing right…

Overall it’s a beautiful, isolated, and fast. It’s where lately I’ve come to love working on 5000 meter runs. My traditional road route is great for a solid workout, but speed rarely becomes a forefront thought due to the rapid adjustments in elevation (I’m still weak when climbing). This road though, this is the perfect escape route. Fast, smooth, and quiet. You can hear the river at mile mark one as it greets the road, and aside from a few vehicles, it’s going to be birds, shoes, and your own breath that’ll keep you company on this path.

That’s where I went tonight to cap off the week. Only running a few days this week had me down, and an aching Achilles didn’t help the mindset. I told myself to head west to the road, and just get in a solid run to head into the weekend with. What I didn’t know at the time was how solid of a run it really was going to be.

After messing with the phone for nearly ten minutes to stage a photo on the bridge (the one problem of running alone, you’re never going to get the really cool shots), I finally began my journey. Due to the road being on the east side of the bluff I was running against time, the sun going down was creating a rapidly dark environment on a road with no lights. Five minutes into the run I heard the robotic voice over my Yurbuds:

5 minutes completed, zero point five two miles completed, pace is nine minutes forty nine seconds…

Immediately I started to do the math in my head, if I could keep this pace for the next 2.6 miles I could ring in a 5K under 30:00.00, something I’ve never done in my entire life. I kept pushing, working on breathing, trying to stretch out, and at the same time not overexerting all the energy I had before hitting the halfway mark. At the turn around I learned that my pace was down to 9:44, I took a slight breather heading back and gained two seconds on the pace. By mile two though it was getting dark…quick. I mustarded up what I had left, started yelling at myself (out loud), and kept hitting the pavement. At minute twenty five I was at 2.62 miles. If I could squeeze out the final half mile in a respectable time I could still get it under the thirty mark.

At this point it wasn’t the burning that I was feeling in my muscles, it was the complete drain of energy. I hadn’t had enough food today, and I was paying a dear price with the final meters before me. In the distance, through the trees I could see the lights from the small town. The stars were nearly visible, and I was using headlights from passing cars as a guide to get me back into town. I definitely prayed a few times to get back without being attacked by a mountain lion…or a deer.

At the bridge, where this whole adventure started without even thinking about the idea of completing a personal record, I crossed back while ending the run on my GPS.

29:14.56

A time that I will forever treasure in my heart. Even at my age, and even at my weight, I was able to clock a 5K finally under thirty minutes. Interesting factoid about that actually, a few years ago I weighed a measly 230lbs, and currently I’m roaming around the 268lbs mark. During the “Turkey Trot” that year (a 5K race prior to gluttony for the day), the best time I was able to come up with was a very disheartening time around the 45:00.00 mark. Just a fun comparison to show you that not all weight is evil, and in some random cases it doesn’t mean that your times can’t improve.

What’s the point of sharing this runner driven story on here? Honestly, I just wanted someone to know personally I achieved something great today. Understand that it isn’t necessarily aimed at growing my ego, but I seriously just wanted someone, anyone to know that I did something that I wasn’t prepared to do, and something that completely surprised me.

So…yeah…

-D-

P.S. Also thought of a awesome shirt to add to the “Last American Runner” collection, a shirt that reads “Keep The Pace”…a play off the phrase “Keep The Faith”

XXXI: Language Barrier


I suppose it isn’t really fair to use the phrase, “God is confusing”. In many ways He tends to explain His will, desire, and expectations pretty clearly…we also tend to get so caught up in the world around us that it muddles the communication between ourselves and Him.

Currently: I’m a muddled mess. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Lonely Road


I know of so many people that enjoy running in groups, or running with another person, or something along those lines. I suppose it’s rather common. Truth is, personally I really don’t care for it. Primarily because I feel awkward around someone else while I’m trying to run, and most likely they’re faster than me anyways, so a onset of pity kicks in also (at least I’m realistic).

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Mobile Minutes: Human After All


I’m trying to remember back to the last time I spent three hours in a workout of some sorts. I’m thinking 2006 was probably the last time, I was the true gym rat at college. Primarily because the girl I was dating at the time was on the volleyball team, and I wanted to attempt to be as fit as she was (not even close).
After being sick, after dealing with the heat, and after even absorbing the defeat in the work force, today was the first time our that I wasn’t dying by the third lap on the track. I spent two hours on the track, and an hour in the gym. I ran a few miles, sprinted a few times, and pushed my body hard…but not to the point of complete failure.
It felt nice. I felt human, and this time it was in a good way. The sweat and heartbeat felt purifying, as if I was mentally shedding off the past two weeks of struggles. Feeling new muscles working as I keep improving my stride allows me to see a new season of life.
A strong run is the perfect way to recalibrate life after it has gotten a bit off track.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: New Pains


I finally hit the threshold of exhaustion today. I spent an hour running outside, followed by another hour in the gym. With the 94℉ heat you’d expect some tiring from being outside, but it was the elliptical at the gym that really caused me to question life.

I have no stride, and an elliptical is great for forcing you to have one. Near the twenty minute mark I was just moving to move. All my muscles were failing, sweat was pouring off my face, and I just kept repeating the same question:

Why am I running?

Only through exhaustion can I see a clear picture of dreams, desires, and prayers. Darco always asks me what I want to do that would be fun. My answer to her is the same as my daily prayer, I just want to run.
I want to fly down the track, and move with the breeze. I want to feel my legs firing in sync with a wild horse. I really have no clue my purpose for being placed on this earth, but this much I do know:

While I’m here, I’m going to keep running with my dreams.

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Big thanks to ALO drink for always keeping the cramps away.

-D-

XXXI: Good Things End


All good things must come to an end…

Somebody once upon a time in history said that quote, and it seemed wise to use in today’s reality. It’s Friday, and for the first time in three weeks we have zero plans for the weekend. We’ve traveled the Midwest, gone to a night club, celebrated our anniversary, and just about everything else you can imagine in the past fourteen days. Continue reading