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Running in the Rain

May 5th, 2009

This past weekend I ran the Long Branch Half Marathon (www.njmarathon.org) in Long Branch, New Jersey.  It was the wettest half marathon I’ve ever run…the only other wet one being when I ran the same race last year.  But lets be honest…running in the rain is what we used to love to do as kids, and now you can do it as an adult without anyone thinking your crazy.  They just think you’re crazy for running a half marathon.  Perhaps we are crazy, those 9,000 of us who were out there in the rain, but if so, than I’m OK with it.

Last year I ran a 1:50:27, a PR for me.  This year?  2:55.  1 Hour, 5 minutes slower.  You’d think I’d be disappointed.  You’d think perhaps that I got injured during the run.  You’d think I wouldn’t want to let people know my time.  Well, you’d be wrong.

This year I had the honor of helping my girlfriend achieve her PR in the race.  Together, through almost 3 hours of rain and wind, we pushed through it all to help her knock 21 minutes over her previous time.  That, by anyone’s standards, is an amazing feat.  What made it even more amazing was that in the 14 weeks we were training, she missed 2.5 weeks due to sickness, one week due to vacation, and struggled throughout with a resurgence of asthma.  But through it all, she stayed focus and positive, and I’m proud to say she kicked some butt!

See, happiness in running is not always found through your own successes.  Sometimes, and probably the luckiest of times, happiness in running is found through someone else’s achievements, through someone else reaching their goal.  I was proud and excited to help her reach her goal, but not only that, I actually was able to enjoy the race.  I wasn’t huffing and puffing and hurting and struggling to reach a new PR for me.  I was able to run easy, and take time to enjoy the simple act of running.  I was able to fully appreciate the beauty of 9,000 mostly complete strangers coming together for one purpose, one goal…to cross the finish line.  Sometimes when you’re too focused on yourself, you miss the bigger, and oftentimes greater, picture. 

Take the time to help someone else reach their goal.  Through their achievement, you too will feel like you accomplished something great.

 

“A life isn’t significant except for its impact on other lives.” 
 - Jackie Robinson

Coming Home…

April 7th, 2009

Recently I had the incredible opportunity of visiting Costa Rica on vacation.  It was awesome.  I went rappelling, zip lining, horseback riding, hiking, and swimming.  I visited a volcano, the rain forest, and the beach.  I saw iguanas, exotic birds, raccoon looking animals, and monkeys (los monos)!  It was a whirlwind vacation that was just absolutely amazing, and came at just the right time.

My first night home was a late one…so I just ate and crashed.  After a full day of work (of which I was almost an hour late due to oversleeping…oops!), I came home and worked on my pictures from my trip and did some laundry.  Repeat sleep.   Repeat work.  Second night home it happened…

I slipped off my work clothes and slipped on my running clothes.  Laced up my shoes.  Stepped out the door.  The cold air, so different from Costa Rica’s 86 degree temperatures, smacked me in the face, taunting me.  I turned my GPS on (gotta love the Garmin) and waited patiently as it located the satellites.  Looking around as I slowly walked down the sidewalk, I didn’t truly understand why  I was out here, freezing, while everyone else was in their warm homes or, the lucky ones, back in Costa Rica.

The Garmin found its satellites…it was time.  As I took one step, and then another, a wonderful feeling came over me.  Although I had been back in the US, back in New Jersey, back in my condo, back in my own bed, for two days…I hadn’t been home.  But as I took step after step, as my breathing rate increased and my blood started flowing, as the wind blew through my hair…it felt like coming home.

Home is where the heart is, and my heart belongs to running.  It’s the one place where I always feel right…whether it’s 70 and sunny, 25 and snowing…whether it’s flat and easy or hilly and hard…running will always be my safe haven.  It’s my escape, my sanctuary, my “happy” place.

While vacation was a blast, there’s nothing better than coming home.


 

Judge Ito! Have Some of My Burrito!

March 23rd, 2009

Jury duty.  It’s something most Americans dread yet something we all at some point have to deal with.  It’s the quintessential waste of time in most people’s minds.  You sit in a room with 100 other people for 8 straight hours.  If you’re lucky, your scenery changes when they select you for a panel, where you move to an actual courtroom and stare at a judge for hours on end.  Then, if you’re REALLY lucky, you get placed in the jury box.  Dun dun dun!!!  You’re luck just ran out…you’re on a case which is set to take a week.  That’s multiple days of sitting in a courtroom staring on as the case unfolds before you, all because this guy rear-ended this other guy and the second guy is suing the first guy for damaging his rear.

So a few weeks ago I had my first jury-duty experience.  This was, of course, after I accidentally skipped my original date and got a threatening letter from the courthouse.  Oops…apparently they take this jury duty thing seriously.  So I get to the court house early, waiting outside with some other potential jurors.  Nobody says anything…why is it even though we’re there for the same reason we still stand in silence, afraid to speak to one another.  We’re finally let in, and given this spiel about no bringing weapons into the courthouse…like, seriously, let me go put my boa knife and hand grenade back in the car.  So after going through the metal detectors and getting checked in, we get to watch this fascinating video on the jury process, and why it sets us apart from the rest of the world (besides our obesity, over indulgent attitudes, and our rockin military).  And then we wait.

I had the pleasure of getting placed on a panel.  The judge gives us a lengthy talk about how it’s an honor to be picked, how we’re not jurors but judges, and so on.  And then the process begins.  8 people picked…but who will survive?  Find out next week… Question after question for each person…and then one gets excused, another picked.  And the same questions for them…and they get dismissed…and another…and another.  The same questions over and over for 2.5 hours…apparently the lawyers don’t want to start this case or really have a jury.  

And then I get picked…I sit in the box…I answer their questions…they can’t stump me.  Name?  I know that.  Occupation?  You bet I have one.  Tell us about yourself.  Well, umm…well, what do I say?  I don’t want them to judge me…do I tell them just the basics…I love to run, read, watch movies…or do I tell them more…my favorite romantic comedy is the Notebook and I cry everytime I watch it…I sometimes eat a whole jar of pickles after a long run…I don’t find Steve Carell funny…  I stuck to the basics.  And then, stating that I’d been in a car accident 2 years go, I got side-barred and then DISMISSED.  That was just hurtful.  How dare they dismiss me???  That jury is nothing without me!  And then I realize that I’m free to go, so I do just that…

An interesting experience, but thankfully I’ve been rewarded with at least a 3 year jury duty free vacation.  So if you get jury duty, just remember the easy way out…you think everyone is guilty, and you hate anyone who isn’t you, and the death penalty is the easy way out.

I’ll slap you with my Chris Brown hand!

March 10th, 2009

So I’m at work the other day, talking to one of my coworkers.  We’re just shootin the breeze, talkin about this and that.  We then get to talking about my girlfriend.  The conversation went like this…

“So, you still open doors for her?”

“Yeah, still at that stage.”

“She should be opening doors for you.”

“I know, right!”

“You just gotta train her.”

“Yeah, I’ll slap her with my Chris Brown hand.”

Silence.

“What, too soon?”

Regardless of how the conversation continued after that (they finally laughed and gave me a pound, acknowledging the dark but timely joke), the question lingered in my mind.  How soon is too soon?  When does it become alright to joke about a horrible situation?  Don’t get me wrong…what happened with Chris Brown and Rihanna is awful (and seriously, someone talk to the girl about not getting back with him), and I think the man should be in jail.  But I have, and always have had, a dark and “don’t-and-shouldn’t-go-there” sense of humor. 

Unless the person the tragedy happened to is standing right in front of you, and they don’t have a sense of humor, in my mind there is no “too soon”.  I can’t help it.  My mind just works that way…I make a joke out of everything.  I make jokes at other people’s good fortune, misfortune, lack of fortune, and everything in between.  I make jokes at funerals.  I found videos of the tsunami humorous.  Steve Irwin…need I say more? And who doesn’t like to watch people getting hurt on YouTube.  Kick to the crotch?  Awesome!  Fall from a roof…even better!  Getting attacked by a bear?  Over the top!

I just think life is WAY too short to take things too seriously.  Sure, some of the things I joke at are tragic situations.  But tragedy happens every day, all around us.  You can’t spend your entire life dwelling on the darkness out there in the world.  All you can do is try to find humor in it all, focus on the positive, and keep your head up.  Someone once said “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”  I couldn’t agree more.  So do your best to find humor in every situation…it will make life much more enjoyable.


(This posting was inspired by one of my favorite YouTubers, CommunityChannel, and the below video…but the above conversation did happen.  This video just let me know it was ok to talk about it!)

Crazy Nazi Zombie Aliens…and the People Who Love Them

February 27th, 2009

Last night I had a dream…

I am locked in a school cafeteria with a group of people.  We keep checking the windows and doors because something is coming.  And then we see it…Crazy Nazi Zombies…and they are out to get us.  Immediately I go into action mode, karate kicking and chopping and beating up Nazi Zombies like there’s not tomorrow.  I am the General Patton of Nazi Zombie beating.  Finally…they’re all defeated.  But just as we’re getting ready to leave…boom…more Nazi Zombies, but this time they talk and know how to use weapons.  They immediately kill one of friends (sorry Jones), so I do this super jump up to the ceiling where I use my acrobatic Jackie Chan skills to fling myself from pipe to pipe to escape.  I reach the roof, where I see someone across the street has broken into an armory, and starts mowin down zombies with machine guns.  Awesome, we’re saved.  So we’re trying to deal with this post-zombie world, when all of the sudden…Aliens!   They’re shooting us with lazers from thier space ship, so I tell everyone not to move so they can’t see us (Everyone knows Aliens eye sight is motion sensitive…duh!).   I jump up on a wall, and in true David and Goliath style I fling a rock at them…and their ship crashes!  The world is on it’s way to being saved…so me and my Dad strap on some hunting gear and get to work…

- Fin -

So, as you can tell, I am one of those people who has amazingly vivid dreams, and I more often than not remember them and share them with people who then think I’m crazy.   I love dreams; and luckily, since sleeping is one of my favorite hobbies, I have a lot of them.

Dreams are the one place where you can be whoever you want, do whatever you want, go wherever you want.  You can be a superhero and save lives…and if you’re into it (rice cakes), you can even wear the blue and red tights.  You can see the great pyramids, visit the land down under (Australia, not South Jersey…who would wanna go there?), ski the Alps, hang out in Atlantis.  Fight crime, date that girl you’ve always wanted to, fly through the sky, levitate things (one of my favorites), or, in unfortunate cases, show up to work in nothing but your underwear…oh wait, that wasn’t a dream…

Anyway, my advice to all of you: sleep more, dream more, imagine more.  You’ll never know where your mind might take you next.  Just make sure you wear pants to work.

- Just Call Me Lungs