Ancient knowing

Ancient knowing.

Complete understanding.

In a land far away.

Magnificence awaits hidden deep below

By the din of the banal, by the din of the ordinary.

My soul blossoms in the eternity it finds

Surrounding me all around.

Near the ocean, the waves come in

And, I hear uttered close within,

“Alleluia”

In a moment of instant recognition.

Everything that was all knowing,

Appears.

Near the ruins of centuries past, the wind whispers

Softly in my ear, the symphony

Of a hymn sung long past.

Taking away the clothe of my suffering.

The banality of my existence.

Like the Phoenix rising from the ashes,

The divine that lies within stirs.

Ancient knowing.

Complete understanding.

In a land far away.

One week out…

Well, here we are one week away from the big day.

The “taper” has begun, and I am easing into recovery.  Thus, the reason why I am writing this entry in the middle of the day.  It is nice to have a day off but feels odd.

I have put in many long hard hours over the last several months.

The journey almost brings me to tears reflecting on it.

I have lost faith and gained faith in my coach and in myself over and over, but I never strayed from the training plan as much as I wanted to out of fatigue.

Yesterday was a huge race for me.

I came in third for my age category at the Pittsfield, MA Berkshire Ultra Running Club’s 13.1-mile race.  If I had only known how close I was, I would have never lolly gagged taking photos and eating my Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches at the aid station.  I had no idea.  I was just running for the sheer fun of it, finally.

I came in first before last years top age category finisher’s time.

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The course was terrific.  No better than that, it was absolutely stunning.  Challenging ascents but not overly and nice descents that I took advantage of.  Many were complaining about the course being hard, but after some of the recent ones that I have been on, i.e., Jay Peak and my other mountain races, it was a piece of cake for me.  Actually, this was a paltry 2,500 in elevation gain – a piece of cake!  Actually, I was running up some ascents when others were walking.  That felt damn good.

This photo was taken atop of Berry Mountain located at an elevation of 2,201 part of the Tacomic Mountains of Western, MA and New York State.  Stunning…

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All in all, a great effort that restored my confidence for next week.  And, it proved that all of this hard work is starting to pull out my potential as an endurance athlete. It has ground me down to the point of exhaustion, but now I see why.  Perseverance and persistence are my greatest attributes and yesterday shows it is paying off.

Phew, did I sweat that one out?

I even am resurrecting my goal of going to Moab, UT to run 31 miles in the desert in the red rocks in February.

But, let’s keep it within the day.

Or at last next weekend.  I have my “drop bag” prepared with snacks, Tylenol, rain gear, Immodium, wet wipes, and all the usual “drop bag” kinds of stuff.  A “drop bag” is basically your supplies that you can pick up at points along the course as a 31-mile race is not as “supported” as say a road race would be.  So, you must be a bit self-sufficient.

I am having a “take it easy” kind of a running week so that I will be well rested for our big endeavor.  Think of me next Sunday, nearly all day…as I anticipate it will take anywhere between 7 – 9 hours depending on how fatigue sets in and how I handle it.  I have a run, walk, run strategy lined up, and I will work it as best I can.  But, fatigue is the enemy here.  And, thus, all of my back to back runs over the last several months – running on tired legs.

And, I finally hit 1,000 miles running this year.  1,022 to be exact.

Next weekend.

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Woman down…

The running week is now complete.  An almost another 40-mile running week.

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Yesterday was a scary day in Newport though. We had a woman down.

At about 9 miles in, we turned onto the Cliff Walk.  It was there that the oppressive heat and humidity just hit my small little group.  There is something about that Cliff Walk, probably no coverage from the sun.

Those in my group decided that we were going to cut the run short today.  I was trying to get in 13-miles, however, it was just too oppressive.  So, we turned down the first Cliff Walk intersecting street – Narragansett Avenue.  We were halfway up Narragansett when Danielle, dropped to the ground.  It was just Ron, Danielle, and I at this point and we did what we needed to do.

Danielle was very sick.  She couldn’t get up off of the ground.  A casualty of heat exhaustion setting in.  Heat exhaustion can cripple you.  For her, she had cramps all over her body and was vomiting.  Her fingers and one leg refused to budge.

These are her words:

“Today was a very difficult run where I re-learned a very important lesson. 1st goal was to run 16 miles after 8 miles I decided I would run 13 miles instead by mile 9.5 I started to cramp up and decided I needed to head back to the car then by mile 10.34 I was laying on the ground, shaking, dizzy and wanted to go to sleep/throw up/poop (which I did TMI) I know.

Thankfully Ron and Robin did not leave my side and I asked them to call Charlotte Armstrong to pick me up.

They were all great and helped me through a very scary situation of heat exhaustion(I was a big baby freaks me out when my body shuts down) I couldn’t feel my hands or my left leg.
The reason I share this with y’all is a friendly reminder to HYDRATE, Slow your pace down in the heat and fuel properly (all things I know) but obviously did a poor job of this morning.
Feeling much better now and thankful I was surrounded by good people to help me and that Diane Souza was kind enough to drive me home.”

Running can be very dangerous.  I myself have suffered from heat exhaustion but was lucky enough to get myself into a very cold shower.  We didn’t have that liberty with Danielle.

I have known folks who have gone into cardiac arrest while out on a run.

Heat, humidity, compounded by long-distance running is not for the faint of heart.  You have to know your body well and sometimes that is not even enough.

Long-story short – Danielle is OK.  The code in running, or at least my code is, never leave a man (woman) down until the coast is clear.  So, Ron and I stayed with Charlotte and Danielle until she was more coherent.

If you a runner, heed Danielle’s words above.  This is serious stuff.

All in all, it is a great group that I am proud to be a part of!  We take good care of each other…

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Today, I headed out for a three-hour trail run at the Blue Hills.  Danielle’s heat exhaustion on my mind. Many things go through your head when all alone on the trails.  Like what if that had happened to me.  What would my course of action be?  What if something worse befell me?

One thing is for sure, I can’t allow that to stop my training.  However, it does always play in the back of my mind.  I don’t allow fear to rule me though.

I managed to pick a good solid route for this run.  I used the Colonial Road Runners 10 Mile Fox Trot Race route.  But, gosh darn there was one trail that I just could not find the connection for the life of me.  It drove my bonkers going back and forth.  Finally, at two-hours in, I gave up and improvised.   All in all, it was a nice route.  I finally broke down and paid the $3 for an official Blue Hills trail map.

This is my map – not a lot to work with after it got wet and tore apart.

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Needless to say, I ended up getting closer to 13 miles in. On the trails that are demanding.

I have TWO-speed workouts planned for this week, one on Friday, which I never run on Friday…then an 18-mile run on Saturday and a 5-hour trail run on Sunday.

I am now reaching the pinnacle of my training.

This is going to be a tough coming week!

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I click like

I click like.

I scroll by your life

silently observing

the faux

creation of what you want me to see.

 

I click like.

I accept your request

another photo

to add to my

1,000 or more I have

already collected.

 

I click like.

I click like.

I click like.

 

You can’t hurt me.

You can’t abandon me.

I don’t give you my authenticity

and allow you to see me

the real me.

 

I don’t bare my soul

to you.

You can’t reject me.

Faux intimacy.

 

I stay in a shallow swamp

of instant gratification.

Never allowing connection

to my

deep, dark soul.

 

You can’t hurt me when,

you can’t let me down.

I click like.

The deep blue sky

Stillness and then everything ceases.

The clouds break and above appears

blue, crystalline sky.

 

I toss all that is swirling into the clouds

as they slowly escape

taking my hopes and dreams

taking my thoughts and feelings

taking you with them.

 

You struggle to stop it and I see a cloud

rise above.

I push, I push, I push

it away

into the deep blue sky above.

 

Down floats a feather from the blue,

blue sky.

All that remains of what I let go of.

What I let be taken away.

 

It floats and floats gently down

until it

settles near my feet,

softly landing  into stillness,

reminding me of divinity and union lost.

Reminding me of you.

 

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Lake Winnisquam – touching the three lovely NH towns of Belmont, Sanbornton, and Tilton.  A new, beautiful place that I am coming to love each week more and more.

 

 

 

 

 

You, yes, you.

You, yes, you.

You stopped me in my tracks tonight, yes, you.

I walked outside, and you were ever so near

yet hidden in the dark underbrush.

 

I was in a foreign land, far from home.

You startled me with your chorus.

 

I stared off into the blackness, you caught my attention.

Who were you all?

Singing as if you were a grand symphony

all in unison and somehow not, but it all seemed right.

 

I, busy with work, preoccupied with all I had to get done.

You caused me to pause for one brief, fleeting moment

in admiration of your brilliance.

 

Yes, you.

You stopped me in my tracks.

Perhaps hundreds of you.  Maybe even thousands.

Who knows?

 

Tree frogs and insects and other magnificent creatures

I could not name.

For one minute, I ceased all my thinking

as you serenaded me in delight.

 

Whom am I?

I thought.

I am nothing compared to the mysterious livings

of a world outside my grasp.

Magnificent, living creatures

far more than I

 

You, yes, you.

I can still hear you from my window.

You who know more about existing than I.

Shush, let me listen.

 

 

 

 

Come, come and dance

Come, come and dance.

Dance with me

in the sacred dance.

 

Come, come and dance.

Shed away all that is illusion

protecting and fielding

a human life.

 

Come, come and dance.

Strip away all the falsities of a parade

marching by with

flamboyant costumes and masquerades.

 

Come, come and dance.

Take off your garments

throw off your ideologies

and sing with me

in all your great nakedness.

 

Come, come and dance.

I breathe in all that you are

and I breathe out all that I am not.

We too are intermingled.

We are one.

 

Come, come and dance.

Dance the beautiful, stirring,

liberating,

sacred dance.

 

Come, come and dance

with me.