Thursday, January 01, 2015

Creation, creativity, and finding you balance

Few people will read to the bottom, because I warn you this will be long. I'll share my perspective on life, revealing the crazy to some and simply annoying others. But I'll do it anyway.

"Do not go gentle into that good night" If you're not familiar with this poem by Dylan Thomas, give it a read. It's about challenging life despite the fact that you know how your story will end. All of our stories end. But the middle, that's what we need to write!

As a company we know where we want to end up; new ideas yielding new products and new business opportunities. But I believe we can't start there. To create is to begin, and those things are endings. So first we must create no matter what it is. But where to begin? I believe it begins with embracing who we are, embracing that there is no 'work Joel" and "outside of work Joel," but only Joel. Over the years I've lost my way at times. I've tried isolating one aspect of my life from another: Compartmentalization. But to embrace yourself, who you are, and how you fit in, is to accept all of you and understand how it is all related. And as you stop fighting the compartmentalization fight, and accepting who you are, and in turn realize that others are drawn to the whole you, not just the "work" you, you become more ready to share your ideas and creativity, things you might not be inclined to share because they are thoughts deep from within, vulnerable and bound as much to emotion as to intellect. 

My defining characteristic is not intelligence. It is endurance, and it is stubborness which I guess is much the same thing. Ultra distance events are as much a pig-headed refusal to stop despite the obvious indications you should, as they are a demonstration of some physical prowess. I used to be very creative, but that has waned some over the years. I'm hopeful it can return, but for now I can witness my daughter's endless vision. Indeed it is that which has prompted me to write this novella!

Creativity comes from not going gently, from focusing on the process and creating anything without evaluating its merit before you bring the idea into being. "Standards" and "Proven Practices" are the enemy of creation. They have their place afterwards, but not before or during. 

Are we a technology company or a company that uses technology? Do we do what we do to make money or is money just a biproduct of what inspires us? I love simple, plain, easy to understand visuals which scream the truth.

This is the most basic chart imaginable. Anyone at our company could design this. But it speaks volumes as to the story of my year. I look at it and see not just the story of my running, but the story of my work year.

We want to foster creativity. We need to. Let's begin by throwing the doors wide open. Let's challenge our co-workers to show us who they are outside of work using the tools we use at work. No winners of losers. Maybe someone creates a graphic ranking Premier League soccer players. Or Cricket. Maybe a map with marker points sitting on all the conferences they've attended, or bars they've visited! Or a chart showing the number of words typed in any sort of essay, over time. Or a word document, an essay, because we are writers and teachers as well, not just technologists.

You're right. This is extra to your normal work day, but if you've gotten this far do you see the point? Once you've embraced yourself and your life, when does the day end?

Throw the spaghetti. Take a chance. Release the crazy! Nothing out of bounds if it truly reveals who you are. We'll get to the ultimate goal of creating something great, challenging the status quo, if we can first embrace full selves and "rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Warm regards and a Happy New Year,

Joel

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

...and I would run 500 more...

1000 miles. A year ago this wasn't a goal. I'm not even sure it became a goal until a couple of months ago. How I got there is the story, and it's not really a running story.

In January I targeted a 50k race. It was to be my first ultra distance effort. And then work intervened and I couldn't get to the race. I didn't run again until early March sometime, maybe the 8th. I was unmotivated, and so it was work. At the very end of March, after a somewhat symbolic run (symbolic in that I survived it without breaking anything) I knew I needed a goal of any sort. And there it was...Ragnar Cape Cod. Team leaders had two days tp make changes without a penalty. It was a total impulse decision; I posted a message offering my services to any team needing a runner. It wasn't about being fast. It wasn't about being some "stud" runner. It was all about breaking the routine. There were a number of offers made, and I messaged a few of them and the first response was from Jenn McLaughlin. A second response came in shortly after, but I went with Jenn for no reason other than some gut instinct to do it. That decision altered the course of my year because on Cape Cod something truly amazing happened. The "Ah ha" moment was alone in Dylan's tent sometime in the middle of the night. I was truly enjoying this, the whole thing. I loved running. I loved being with people who loved just running. No heart rate monitors. No zone targets. No plans. No 'A' races. Nothing but raw, primal, instinctual movement, the most basic of all animal sport. I had lost the love a few years back, at Coeur D'Alene, Idaho actually. Not because of my housemates. They're mates for life. But the race itself seemed a perversion of what I experienced in 2003. And I never got the love back. The over-structure of the coaching culture only amplified the negative for me. I was never faster, but I had been much happier.

Ultra running is not speed oriented. Even the fastest runners aren't running speeds that would impress anyone but another ultra runner. But as you slow down you notice things. The first thing you notice is you get hurt a whole lot less. It's even okay, in fact encouraged, to walk once in a while. And I started taking pictures when I ran, making more lasting memories. And I noticed the birds of prey and the coyote tracks in the snow. A veil had been lifted. Don't get me wrong, speed is nice, but once in a while. But truly fulfilling running, for me anyway, is distance regardless of speed.

Anyway I began to run more regularly and after some encouragement from a friend, actually a friend I met in Coeur D'Alene, entered the Vermont 50. I also impulse registered for a 50k in August because I knew enough to know I had no idea what I was doing! The closest I had come to an ultra was seeing posts for my friend Deano on Facebook, and following Anna Frost.

And still 1000 miles was not the goal.

After Vermont I took a couple of weeks off completely and then started running a little bit again. I wanted a goal but there weren't any races which fit with my work and family schedule for the remainder of the year. And then I noticed my year to date total on Strava. It was up there, as high a total as I remembered having in a year. I would need to get focused but maybe I could get to 1000 miles. November went by pretty quickly without huge mileage gains. And then I took Thanksgiving week off. I didn't rack up big miles but I did finally resolve to get it done. I'd need to string together 32+ mile weeks the rest of the year. And I did.

So here we are. I have a new lifetime achievement and some great new friends. And I've rediscovered joy.


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Do Coyotes eat grapes?

I was cruising along the trails today and noticed a "pile". "Hmm, looks a bit chunky. Sure seems like grape..uh..pulp...and seeds." I was next to Newport Vineyard, so "processed wine grapes" seemed a logical conclusion. The trails are popular with dog walkers, both real sized and not-so-real sized dogs. There's a bit of horseback riding on them as well, and that's another issue. Why do horses get to drop these massive loads, sometimes stretching it out a quarter mile, and nobody has to clean it up? Try letting your dog do that and those same people up on their high horses would be giving you the stink eye for sure! But back to the grapes. First thought was a random dog walker. But then there was another, and another, and another...  We don't have packs of dogs roaming our little island, but we do have packs of coyotes. I just never figured them for the fruit eating sort. I did a search and indeed there are posts of coyotes eating grapes from vineyards. And then I got this funny image as I reconstructed the scene in my head:
The pack is wandering along between the vines. "Hey Sam, try the cabernet. It's pretty good. Ralph there's a malbec over here to die for. Oh not me... had those last year and they didn't agree. Oh shoot someone's coming, let's get out of here."  As they are trotting along away from the vineyard Sam stops to let one go."Come on man. Oh damn...I told you not to eat so many." And then twenty yards later Ralph, "oh boy..." and Fred... and Roscoe. Like the bean scene from "Blazing Saddles." Could one of them have been named Mongo?

Saturday, October 04, 2014

The Vermont 50

I distinctly recall looking at my watch at 7hrs and 30min into the race, around 12 miles to go. I simultaneously felt elation that I could really do this, and laughed in dismay (yes laughed) because I had ONLY 2 more hours of running to go! From a duration standpoint the heat (80s) had knocked the starch out of me by mile 26, so while the distance seemed reasonable the duration was agonizingly long. Thus the gameplan was: stare at my feet, don't do anything stupid, and just focus on intermediate goals; 40min to the next stop, 5 to the hour pop two salt capsules, top of the hour a gel packet, fluids every ten minutes, don't get ahead of yourself, etc... In the end it paid off. I hit the target I had set at mile 31.5, break 9:30 (the sub-10 was prerace...recalibrated based on in race performance). I also had a little mantra during that last 18.5miles; every step I take is further than I've ever gone. Really kept things in perspective. Hard to disrespect personal bests. Can't say I'm not the athlete I once was, because that athlete had NEVER done this.

Mile 18.2
Rather than a traditional race report, here's a random sampling of things that ran through my head during the event.
1) Wow, electrolyte pills really make a difference. For the first time in my life I hit them like a crack head hits the pipe. No cramps. Clear head. Made me wonder how my Ironman results might have improved had I gone a bit more all in on this. Ultimately they were at least important than the gels.
2) Sh-t these hills are steep.
Road section early around mile 15.

3) The playlist in my head...very eclectic. Everything from "Black Widow" to "It takes two". Classic rock to today's top 40, "Back in Black" to "Fancy". Don't judge.
4) Interesting who and what I thought about. Not too much day dreaming (good way to fall on your face), but definitely thought about some folks. Some of you reading this were on the list.
5) I thought about my oldest brother Dan a lot. He and I connected, perhaps for the first time in our lives, this past June. We bonded over an interest in Ultras. He's not a runner, but wants to become one. He's had a hard life but has kept going. Really an Ultra would be easy. I dedicated this run to him.
6) I face planted only once! I had just come through a long stretch of single-track and saw a road crossing. Relaxed and picked my head up about 10 seconds too soon. Stupid! (I yelled that out loud!)
7) The intricate web of hoses and black PVC for tapping maple trees was really cool. Must have taken a long time to set up.
Maple sugar production.
8) My legs hurt but I never "lost" them. I was running conservatively, waiting for the wheels to fall off, but they never did.
9) The energy was so supportive. You got the sense that almost everyone was there for a reason. Maybe not specifically for this race, but they started ultra running for a reason. That most if not all had a story, just as I have a story. The extraordinarily average guy from the last blog post was out there, but so was the machine v2.0. A new machine with compassion and emotion.
10) Not once did I think, even afterwards, that I'm never doing this again.
11) Somebody owns a really friggin' big dog. It was a dire wolf. It was part German Shepherd, part Black Bear. And it's running at me! I think I can make the woods before it crosses this field and I only need to be faster than the guy next to me! (As it turned out it was well trained. Hit the property line and just stared everyone down!)
12) Vermont in fall is gorgeous. Screw that "run your first 50 miler on a flat easy course." This was the perfect course in that it embodied why I wanted to run a trail ultra in the first place.
13) The logistics were easy. Show up. Put on shoes. Run. Yeah had to calculate some food needs, etc... but nowhere near as annoying and stressful as the logistics for an Ironman, and at the end of the day the satisfaction over the completion of the event was just as great. Don't ask which is harder. It's a stupid question.

and 14) My greatest motivation for racing/finishing with all limbs intact was being able to be a functional daddy...and can you blame me!

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Perspective

Perspective is a huge part of my (and your) life, both professionally and personally. In short it deals with the fact that the same factual event can be interpreted differently by different people or at different times. So given my current time and place, here's my perspective on me.

1) An outlier.
2) Uninspirational. An after-thought.
3) Too undisciplined to ever reach my full potential.
4) Critical of others when I see my own flaws emerge in them (right kids?).
5) Extraordinarily average. (yes seems to conflict with point #1).
6) Reasonably smart but not even the smartest in my family.

Seems pretty negative, but influenced by time and place. I'm about to attempt something I've never before attempted. I'm aware by many measures I'm woefully unprepared. So I need to really focus, focus on me. Be conservative. Acknowledge my weakness. Try to overcome.

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Quitting is not an option...yes it is.

  • Quitting is always an option. It's the ramifications of quitting, the part that lives on long after the decision to quit, that can be truly intolerable.
  • Failure is not an option. Correct. Failure is a result not an option, not a decision. It is a result of quitting.
  • A lot of people fling around the term commitment. Real commitment is sticking with something even when you may never be the direct beneficiary. It's driving towards an ideal in the face of realism. 
  • Understand the difference between losing and being beaten.
  • Understand the difference between rights and privileges. Just because you want something or are able to do something today, doesn't make it a right.
  • Never confuse sacrifice and indulgence. Giving up something because of something you want more is indulgence. Letting something go even though you want it more is sacrifice.
  • You can't give 110%. If you did it means you underestimated what you were actually capable of doing.
  • And finally: If you aren't satisfied with yourself as a person without the medal, you won't be with the medal either.


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Roots, Rock, just needed the Reggae

I have completed my first ultramarathon. Just 50K, pretty much the shortest race you can do and have it qualify as an ultra, but I did it. Just 50K. On trails, mostly single-track. What an event.

First, those who regularly go longer...wow. I had huge respect before. You hundred milers...awe.

The race was the TARC (Trail Animals Running Club) Summer Classic 50k. It was held in the woods only about and hour and 20min from my house. First impression...very low key. I didn't even know I was in the right place until I got there. Just the basics, just people there to run and run and run. I saw signs for a wedding, and thought "Oh there's a wedding in the park as well." Well actually the wedding was for two of the runners; the bride in white running gear, the groom in black. They got to go first and lead us into the woods. Then there was the race meeting: Follow the markers, don't be littering pigs, we're guests here. Pretty much summed up what you need to know at any race. And then the fun began...

3x10mile laps plus a 1ish miler extra tacked on to the beginning. The first lap I played the role of naive rookie runner.  I had started pretty far back and had to work a bit to move up, or so I thought. In retrospect there was ample time to do that and it was stupid to do what I did. This isn't road running. People stop, people let you by. I did settle in with 3 other guys and had a nice comfortable pace. And then all hell broke loose as a swarm of the worlds largest hornets (think Hunger Games!) attacked. They were huge. As one victim said, "I went to swat the one stinging my head away and it felt like I was hitting a bird." He wound up in an ambulance but was later returned to the finish to cheer. The hornets or wasps (or Tracker Jackers maybe!) were in a section of the course we had to go through 4 more times. As confusing and disorienting as the course was, EVERYONE took a mental snapshot of that area. It was weird hearing the screams in the woods every now and then as other victims were claimed (hell I was waiting for a canon to go off at times!) but to the best of my knowledge only one other runner didn't finish.

The biggest impression made on me was just how "unnimble" I am as a runner. I stumbled...a lot. I hit the deck 3 times, once on the first lap and twice on the last lap. I had MANY other near misses where only a desperation tree grab kept my on my feet. And then there were the cramps...good lord I got cramps in places, like my left hip, that I have never gotten in my life.

But let me tell you something I learned about the ultra community firsthand yesterday: they all help each other out. More so than in any other sport in which I've participated. When I hit the deck the first time I was on a downhill and my thigh slammed onto a ball of tree roots, my knees and hands on to rocks. It hurt..REALLY hurt. Well all 3 guys stopped and came back. They helped me get to my feet and made sure I could move myself forwards before they set off again. We were in a race, but they all stopped. When I got to the start/finish area after the first lap, bruised and bloody, everyone, be they spectators volunteers, what have you, was ready and willing to help. I had had momentary thoughts of not being able to finish, but with this kind of support out there, I knew I could/would.

Lap 2 was largely uneventful and the first lap where I think tactically I started to do things correctly. Clearly slower than lap one, but I had stayed upright and hadn't burned too many matches so to speak. The last lap saw me eat pine needles two more times, because muscle control was failing, once within 10yds of the tracker jackers. I had visions of writhing on the ground getting stung into submission, but by that point someone had come out with wasp spray and eliminated the nest. No the hardest part was getting back off the ground. Each time I fell my calves or hip or something cramped so severely I was uncertain how I'd proceed, but I did. I developed a technique where I rolled over into push-up position, walked my hands and feet into downward dog, and then was able to stand. Once standing I could walk and then "run." Two people past me on the final loop, but I finished while still maintaining some semblance of form. The cramps had subsided largely due to the help of the volunteers at the aid station. Watermelon dipped in salt...lots of salt. Pretty much a gagger, but chase it with some bubbly soda to keep you from throwing it up and 10min later all was good in my world. Salt. Fabulous. I thought I had been getting enough, but clearly I needed more. Fabulous find.

It was an important day for me as an athlete. I had not finished an endurance event since the Quassy 1/2 in June of 2012. After the first wipeout I had a momentary concern that another DNF was in the mix, but then it clicked and I was once again that person who would continue to move forwards regardless of physical discomfort. Time and place didn't matter, the goal had been to learn what an ultra feels like. I had no mental image to use to help me wrap my brain around 50miles in Vermont at the end of September. I do now. I can imagine a 50miler. And tactically I know what I need to do. Take the approach of lap 3, when I was on vapors, cramping, light-headed at times, and use that right out of the gate. Once you feel you're in a good rhythm and going slow enough, slow down.

There's always debate over which is harder: an ultra or an ironman. It's a very type A triathlete debate, as I did not get the sense that the ultrarunners are driven by that kind of ego. I'm going to say, it's a stupid debate. It really depends on the course and how you as an athlete are wired. I've only hurt like I hurt this morning a few times in my life. Each time was after the first time at a new distance/event. I've never been bloodied in an Ironman.

Ultra running can seem a very individualistic venture. Hey, I had been concerned I was going to Vermont by myself, that I'd be alone. But I learned you are anything but alone out there.