Tuesday, April 28, 2009

OKC Memorial Marathon Report: It's No Walk in the Park



(I apologize for the length of this post. I just finished doing the most difficult thing I've ever tried in my 32 years, so you're going to have to read every damn word I have to say about it!) :-P

Hey, so I ran a marathon the other day.
Wait a minute, I ran a marathon?
I ran a marathon.

Here’s how I know I did it. The tops of my legs are absolutely screaming in pain! Even after spending half of Sunday and all of Monday laid up on the couch I am still really sore... Walking like a duck or Frankenstein and trying to find routes into buildings that don’t involve curbs or stairs.

Common questions from people at this point: How far is a marathon, anyway? A true marathon is a fixed distance: 26.2 miles. How long does that take? Well, it took me 6 hours and 4 minutes. Some people can do it in far less time, like in the two hours and minutes range for world class marathon athletes. Friend of the blog Charlie had a really disappointing day and finished it in under 4 hours. By “disappointing” I mean, “awesome” by most normal people’s measurements! Some people take even more time than I did, looking at 7 or 8 hours. But that’s just the thing. This is a very personal undertaking for most people that do it, really only racing with yourself.

Anyway, I finished about a half hour faster than I expected. Since I normally have been doing a half marathon in about three hours, this means my pace was fairly steady through the whole course, something I really didn’t expect. I started with the early start slowpokes at 4:30 Sunday morning. Yeah, that’s early, but actually I’m used to my long distance runs starting well before 6:00. My body is better at this stuff earlier rather than later in the day.

Eating? Carb-loading. I think regular people love this idea for some reason. And yes, I had pasta the night before, a great homemade baked crab-spinach bow-tie pasta. And I was instructed by the staff nutritionist here at the hospital (who happens to be a marathon runner) that the whole week should include some carbs. “Yes, ma’am.” I said.

I had been training with GU over the last month or so. Basically they are 100 calorie shots of jelly to give your body energy. I went through five of those little buggers, one every 5 miles.

So, now that the basic info is out of the way, how about some more grand, “reflective” type thoughts:

1) Since we were running in the dark on city streets for a couple hours, early starters were warned to not use headphones with the threat of being disqualified (and their results not posted.) Big problem for me. I gotsta have my tunes! I have many times said that “without my ipod I couldn’t go five minutes.” Well, that all changed on Sunday. I wanted to see how far I could go without music as a distraction for my mind and to hopefully last until daylight when it wouldn’t be a safety issue. Well, it turns out I can go 13 miles without music! And as I saw each water station coming up I would cut the music so I could hear the crowds and cheering. (Best waterstop: 20 miles. A huge, loud group of folks that made you feel like a superstar.) Speaking of 20 miles, it’s often said to be “the wall” for marathoners of all skill levels. And I felt something happen in my left shoe exactly at that point, (later turned out to be an awfully large blister on my heel popping, as evidenced by a bloody sock. Gross!) But I didn’t really hit a wall at 20. In fact, at that point I was re-motivated, as I knew I only had 6.2 miles to go, a distance I do every day. Much more critical for me were miles 18 and 19, since I had never done over an 18 mile run.

2) Some key moments along the way: Miles 9-12 were wonderful for me. I had separated myself from the walkers and the faster runners had long since disappeared from my view. It was quiet. Peaceful. The sun finally coming up. Running through neighborhood streets after the Chesapeake water stop. “This wouldn’t be a bad way to spend a morning,” I thought to myself, glad to have some time to myself without having to think about other runners. Probably one of my favorite stretches.

Another key moment was around mile 14 or 15 at Lake Hefner when the leader from the 6:30 start came zooming by. I don’t know if he wound up winning but it is impressive to see a finely-tuned running machine like that working at full capacity.

Then of course, there is the finish line. Seeing it up ahead with both sides of Broadway jam-packed with people, Debbi McCullock yelling at me from the right side, it was all a welcoming sight. I turned off the ipod for the last mile and picked up the pace the last minute or so, just to truly experience the moment.

3) A moment of self-realization--I expected to be overwhelmed with emotions and flashes of life for me over the last couple years of struggle and all that after about mile 22 or so, this being the capstone of an amazing journey for me and all. Well, the movie version of a marathon never happened. I realized I am a task-oriented guy. Mow through. Get done what needs to get done with focus. There is time for crying and emotion later.

4) Nobody has been rude enough to ask me this, but I’ve been asking myself for about the last three or four months, when I began preparing in earnest for this by adding a long distance day to my weekly schedule…”why?” Why have I forced myself into this vision? Why have I required brutal things from myself, from my body for months on end? Why not just sleep in? Well, I can’t say I know exactly why, except to the last question: “why not just sleep in?” I’ve done life “sleeping in.” I’ve done life lazy. I’ve done life fat because of those choices. I lived life many years as a totally different, miserable person who had given up. I am determined to distance myself from that former person, as far as the earth is from the sun.

So, with this one under my belt, this thing which many people never do in their lifetime, will I do another one?

While I’m certainly not ready for another one anytime soon, (I’m going to fall in love with my bike again for the summer), I will say that I definitely like the residual effects of training—keeping my weight down, feeling strong, waking up with purpose, confidence.

I should probably always “be in training for a marathon!”

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A Short Story

Here it is.

It's called "Percival". Hope you like it!

Download here.

(Thanks go to Scott Allen for the encouragement and mind-melds over the last few months.)

Monday, April 20, 2009

A Month of Sundays

I am a church-going, God-fearing guy. I am also walking around, looking at life through different eyes these days.

Here’s the deal. I have gone to the same church for something like 13-14 years now. In that time I have missed maybe a couple handfuls of Sunday mornings.

Obviously this means:
1) I enjoy this group of people, the things they talk about, the things they do and aspire to be.
2) I feel like they took me in as a friend during my darkest days.

(Both of the above are blessings that I dared not hope for.)

At the same time I feel like I have been living the same Sunday over and over and over and over and over: get up early for musical practice and play guitar.

I have decided to “shake up my life” a little bit for awhile by taking a sabbatical from church life as I know it.

I have decided to use this time off to also see how other people live their Sundays. Visit other churches. Perhaps go to the mall, a park, sleep-in. All options are available and I don’t even know how long I’m going to be gone. (Full disclosure: Yes, I’m also on the lookout for the future Mrs. Stutzman. Maybe she’s not in the place I’ve been looking for 1/7 of every week! :-))

If you have a church or other house of worship that you would like me to check out for you, please let me know. Think of it as Research into the family of God!

The sabbatical started yesterday morning as I slept in for the first Sunday in years. Yesterday was a beautiful, relaxed day of no responsibility short of meeting friends for talking about life.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Friendship Business Saturday Night TIME CORRECTED (7 PM)

Public Service Announcement:

I will be playing electric and acoustic guitar with a band called The Friendship Business this Saturday night at a great little hole-in-the-wall coffee house called Starbucks. It's on NW Expressway and MacArthur. I imagine the music will start at 7-ish.

End transmission.

Monday, April 13, 2009

The Gauntlet

A bit of a change in plans is in the works as of today.

Rather than do the half marathon in two weeks for the Memorial I will be doing the full marathon! I was planning on my first marathon being the Andy Payne in May, but realized while looking at the info online that the OKC Memorial Marathon is much more friendly to a beginner, (and a slow beginner at that!)

Reasons: 1) I can take an early start, 2) Last year’s results had plenty of people much slower than my pace, 3) The course is WAAAAY more interesting than laps around Lake Overholser.

Training-wise I feel a little bit at a midpoint: very much over-prepared, distance-wise, for the half and perhaps a little under-prepared for the full. My long-run to date is 18 miles. Another 8.2 miles sounds like an awful lot, and it is. But it doesn’t feel like an awful lot in my legs. (Especially considering the brutal weekend I did a couple weeks ago of 33 miles on the bike one day and a 17.5 mile run the next day.)

If you’re free on the morning of Sunday April 26th I would love to see you at the finish line or somewhere close to end, when I will really need to know that someone cares. If all goes well I should be crossing the finish around 11 am or so!

For more info on the Memorial events, go here

Monday, April 06, 2009

The Red Bud Classic

Wind.

Ancient people called it “pneuma,” and equated it to this amorphous thing called “spirit.” What spirit does the wind really contain?

Well, over the last couple days of biking and jogging long distances, the wind has been whispering, no, it has been screaming “You Will Fail.” Biking into a head wind uphill is a peculiar exercise in futility that is simultaneously humorous and makes you want to cry. Ironically, a 40 mph gust of spirit-wind can pretty quickly kill your own spirit and suck away your initiative.

I did the red Bud 33 mile bike event on Saturday morning; my first time to do that long of a biking distance and I am happy to report that the wind did not get the better of me! Thankfully the bulk of the course is East-West and the wind on Saturday was coming from due south. I discovered that there is a big difference between an event like that and biking around Lake Hefner-—namely, other riders and HILLS. You have to be very intentional in gear selection on a longer course for the terrain includes inclines of all shapes and sizes. You never really notice incline here in Oklahoma when you are driving these roads in your car.

Fellow beginner Brandon and I felt like aliens in a spandex-clad world of “serious” cyclists. (Best moment for me—slowly pedaling my way up the largest, windy-est hill past people in spandex walking their bikes. I REFUSED to get off the bike. Also a great moment: well-earned pancakes at the finish line!)

To make this weekend absolutely brutal, I went ahead with marathon training plans the next day and continued with my longest run to date into the same spirit-killing wind!

Today shall be calm and restful. I think I earned it.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

All Men are Great in Their Dreams...

…except for me.

Last night I experienced a variation on a recurring dream. I am often visited by this nocturnal vision where I am backstage at a theater, waiting in the wings and preparing to go on and deliver my lines in a play.

Only problem: I have no idea what the play is!

I run around fiendishly backstage, (all the while trying not to attract attention from the stage manager and other actors), searching for a script so as to figure out who I am, who all these other people are, and what my lines are and to try to hastily commit them to memory so as not to embarrass myself in front of an audience.

I’m pretty sure this terrifying dream is about measuring up to expectations-my own, others’- and the fear of failure, the fear of “being found wanting.”

In last night’s variation, it wasn’t just a play. It was a musical!

My subconscious has now gone one demented step further. I now have to sing a song I’ve never heard in a musical I’ve never seen.