Slow Lane Sunday?

Slow Lane Sunday?

OK, so yesterday morning, as I’m jogging out of our neighborhood, a dear friend and long-time neighbor was walking her two dogs.

This neighbor attended our Son’s first Holy Communion on April 25.  She had dinner with us that night, along with my In-Laws from Allentown, Pennsylvania.

The day before I had just broken the news to my Mother-In-Law that I’d be going to Finland for the Master’s Track & Field World Championships.   She was surprised, of course, and also skeptical.

While celebrating our Son’s major accomplishment, we spoke of many things during that dinner.

Eventually, Finland came up.  I saw it as an opportunity to share a vision of why I am going.  My Son completely gets it.  My wife is right there too.  My In-Laws and my neighbor, not even close.

I had to tell you that so I can tell you this:

Yesterday my neighbor asked, “How’s your training coming?  Are you still going to Finland?”

Here’s the point.  Without even hesitating I replied, “Yes, even if I have to walk around the track!”

That had a haunting revelation, to hear myself say those words.

This is bigger than anything I can explain.  At a gut level, I’m so invested in it, that seeing it through, no matter what the obstacles, is the only course of action

This scares the heck out of me.  Talk about pressure and second-guessing yourself.

Than why?

It’s a platform, a metaphor, a challenge, a childhood dream reborn, a legacy, an impossible goal.

It’s all that.

My son will remember this long after I’m gone.  I hope he will find strength and determination, in my strength and determination.

On Friday a colleague and I were talking about exercise and I asked if he was still running.  He said no.  He explained that it’s too difficult for him to get motivated. 

I suggested his reason to exercise wasn’t compelling enough.  Maybe if he was doing it to show his kids that getting old doesn’t mean you have to get overweight and out of shape.

PS.  Make it a GREAT day. 

PSS.  I booked the flight to Helsinki last night.  🙂

Slowest of the Fastest?

I’m still set on trying to become the slowest of the fastest.

My son likes this metaphor, and so do I.

To be out in lane 8, the lane the slowest contestant is assigned, seems like an unworthy goal, doesn’t it?

Shouldn’t the goal be to win?

Well, for me, just being at the World Championships is winning.

To end up in the finals? 

Beyond my wildest dreams.

And, simply impossible.

This is why I run.  This is why the goal seems absurd.  This is why I believe, and want our son to believe, that nothing is impossible.

Carpe diem, and good luck with your outrageous dreams.  May you become a shining example for someone you love.  jeff noel  🙂

Damn the Pain!

Damn the pain!

Yesterday’s five-miler started out great.  After the first warm-up mile, the second mile, without trying too hard, was 6:26.

My best “opening mile” since July 2007.

The “opening mile” is actually the second mile – the very first mile is simply a warm-up, in the 8-9 minute range.

Mile three is a “recovery” mile with slower jogging, three minutes of backwards jogging, some walking and stretching, etc. 

Mile four is designed to be the fastest mile of the five.  I use this for conditioning and especially for learning to gauge pace.  I mentally aim for a mile time, then study my 400, 800, and 1,200 split times to see how my pace is going.

I also try to run negative splits, meaning, the second half is faster than the first half.  Last month, a did a mile time trial, and clocked 5:38, with 2:53 and 2:45 splits.

I had juice left at the end, because I was running about 90%.  Going a full 100% felt risky, since I hadn’t run that hard in nealy two years.

Yesterday, however, at the mile four, I was excited.  But quickly became discouraged as the pain started right away and I couldn’t shake it.

Naturally, I backed off, and jogged the rest of the way, called Dr Wagner, my podiatrist and scheduled a 10:15AM appointment.

Now I’m back on Celebrex, and an anti-inflammatory heel cream.  I also delivered a script to my friends at Florida Hospital Celebration Health.  Electric-stimulation and massage therapy might be helpful.

I remain optimistic.  How can I not?  

Hope you have a great Saturday.  Carpe diem, jeff noel  🙂

World Class in Lane 8?

Can you become world class even if you’re stuck out in lane 8?

What do you think?

I think you can.

So every day, I wake up, and wonder, what would it take for an ordinary person to become extraordinary?

The way Rosa Parks dd.

The way Abraham Lincoln did.

The way Walt Disney did.

I’m acutely aware of how impossible can become possible, and more than that, how impossible can become “business as usual”.

I often say, “The road to excellence has no finish line”.

Well, there is a finish line in Track & Field.

I hope to make it in about 55 seconds.

Lane 8. Men’s 400 meters.  The 50-54 age group.  Finland.  August 2009.  The World Championships.

And, one other important point.  Lane 8, in the finals.

Ya with me?

Carpe diem, jeff noel 🙂

Lane 8 Blog from Hartford, CT

Lane 8 Blog from Hartford, CT.

I’m co-facilitating a two-day professional development program, for a regional financial services company, here in Hartford.

Life on the road can be very hard work, at least that’s what I’ve found to be true.

After standing all day teaching, my feet were sore and my body was spent from the “emotional labor” expended to do an excellent job in the classroom.

I took the day off from training, took 800 mg of Advil, iced my left foot, and then fell asleep early.

Sometimes the journey to become world class isn’t what you might think it is.

And yet, the journey continues.  

As with any noble goal, we can’t give up.

Carpe diem, jeff noel  🙂