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the foot

my latest running shoes-close to barefootI read Born to Run by Christopher McDougall, in the middle of working through ChiRunning by Danny Dreyer.  An article in this month’s Runner’s World on form makes me grateful that I stumbled upon this kind of thinking early in my running practice.  I did not realize that Dreyer had not before been contacted by Runner’s World.  The article in Runner’s World talks about barefoot running and form work, but held a more critical stance.  It is interesting that running is one sport where technique is not universally embraced as the best means to perfecting oneself.  Similarly so, I believe in some circles for modern theatre and film acting–my former vocation..

I began running again a few years ago because my partner at the time wanted to do it, and I always want to take time to exercise or work on myself, but I was not in love with running.  I began to be proud of myself when I broke my first mile, one time in the rain when we did the entire 4.8 miles of the Joe Michael Mile.  But I never loved it.  I was a heelstriker, I was always in some sort of minor pain, and I never gained any measure of speed.  We would have bouts and spurts of good practice, then drop off.  I finally stopped almost completely because I was experiencing so much pain due to my urethral stenosis–a rather annoying condition that is eased through a very uncomfortable trip to the urologist once in awhile, google it if you care to, I want to move on in this discussion… about 2 years later, my condition was under control, I was not exercising regularly and saw a huge ad for the NYC marathon, and said, I should just try that..about the same time I got an offer for magazines, and I thought Runner’s World might whet my appetite.  It certainly did.   The first issue in November challenged the readers to do something before a New Year’s resolution, so we signed up for the New Year’s Eve Saratoga 5k.  I began looking up training schedules online, and found a video of Danny Dreyer.  Once I began to apply a bit of his advice, everything moved to a different level.  I have changed completely as a runner and everything feels possible.  Jeff Galloway’s walk/run also catapulted me forward, allowing me to increase my distances.

Born to Run finally convinced me beyond a doubt that I needed to ‘barefoot’ run.  I was always interested, but it became an imperative.  the shoes I use now I have had for years, they are some nylon with a rubbery reinforcement on the ball and heel of the shoe, like two little islands.  I am very low to the ground and I feel every rock and twig, but it does not hurt.  I experience what I longed to when reading McDougal’s book–the intelligence of the feet, their ability to move and change with each step. They are fulfilling their potentials!

Some of my latest runs have been astounding..another renegade run with Ian, like two outlaws we descended on Flushing Meadow-Corona Park only to bump into the Sri Chinmoy 10 Day Race–Born to Run also opened up the reality of ultra running to me, and it was great to actually a witness a woman crossing a 200 mile finish line, she was glowing.  Ian and I always admired the guru’s followers, and had run our first race, a 2 miler, with the group.  There was a gentle spring wind that day and my breathing and the wind felt inseparable at one point.  My feet were gaining confidence in their abilities.  Another run in Cunningham Park led us through twisting terrain and alongside crater ponds that were dark blue green.  Every run has been beautiful in minimal shoes, in NY in Spring 2011.

limitations

Jamaica High School on Gothic Street, the start of the Self-Transcendence 2 mile Race

Last week Ian and I:

ran 3.6 miles on Tues and 4.7 miles on Thursday

Felt really great and proud, we were flying..

Then on Saturday morning decided to try the Self-Transcendence Race that the Sri Chinmoy followers hold every Saturday at 8:07 am at Jamaica High School.  It was a perfect, perfect first race.  I was afraid of course as the followers of Sri Chinmoy run ultra marathons and do this race all the time.  But of course their kindness and peacefulness radiates, and everyone was so nice to us.  We paid our 2 dollar fee at the finish line, Ian was # 13, I was # 14.  the official told us it was on ‘Gothic St. under the Ginkgo Biloba Trees’ which was around the block from the finish, and was as picturesque as it sounds.  Many of the other races had the Race for World Harmony jackets which meant they were indeed ultra marathoners who have run 50 day races.  Some of them were much older than we were. We didn’t even know where we were racing, then they told us 2 1/2 times around the block  Then they said a beautiful prayer to paraphrase “Supreme being may I see you in my heart’s happiness and my life’s soulfulness” At the go, Ian and I moved with the pack uphill for about 30 seconds which was all I could manage, and I dropped back immediately, Ian kept up with them for a little while before he realized he would burn out.  I was quickly far in the back, the last.  This was good, and right and expected, but it still was scary too.  As I ran past my parked car, I thought about giving up, fortunately I didn’t have the key, and also I was trying the mantra “my heart’s happiness” because I couldn’t remember “my life’s soulfulness”  I was hurting in a new way, probably from really pushing myself to my limit in the beginning, and I also had for a short while and overwhelming sense of grief.  it was deep in my heart, grief that had no words, but my mind chatter was feeling just sorry for myself for not resting more the night before and beginning to blame others..then I turned a corner and the rising sun led my way and I was filled with elation and a sense of God’s presence.  there was an older gentleman who was walk/running and he would drop behind me walking and then sprint ahead, but the last time he did that I was on a hill the sun was in front of me and I pushed it a little bit and he never caught up with me again.  So I was second to last at 22:00 minutes.  They were already doing the closing ceremonies–the first three women and the first three men were honored and each received a bananna. I went next to Ian who was about a minute ahead of me in time, not noticing that women and men were now divided, but gratefully joined in a refrain of the prayer “Supreme being, may I see you in my heart’s happiness and my life’s soulfulness” then we all took prashadama in the form of a cookie, which was like an inverse oreo.  On the table was a picture of Sri Chinmoy in a small car that looked electric.  Ian  and I celebrated our accomplishment by going to their breakfast place.

Forest Park is so beautiful

The next day, we wanted to run longer as the 2 mile was less than we usually try to do on Saturday, but when I got out of the car at Forest Park I felt chilled and down.  We ran but it wasn’t fun at all, I felt burnt out.  We turned around because Ian suspected 2 boys in our path of no good and he wanted to get away from them, and when he said turn around, I said, oh yes, I want to get back.  We did approximately 3 miles.

So this was the most mileage packed week to date — 13 + miles.  But I am not feeling that I have Transcended myself…rather tired…

Shanti

Peace Beyond Any Understanding of It

The Face of Peace by Pablo Picasso

On this blog I have shared a few arguments I have had with my significant other, Ian.  I want to write down and therefore keep record of some wonderful peaceful days we have had together of late, in which we have grown as partners. I credit this to all the work we have done, praying, 12 stepping, running.  He is younger than me, and I think my peri-menopausal changes have surprised us both.  On his side, some early childhood traumas rub up against that, and wham!!!  Last night I just felt as though the hard shell of my youth which has been cracking and disturbing me fell away on some level (after our 3.6 mile run in the bitterest cold yet with ice on the ground, before that a wonderful lunch at one of the Sri Chinmoy establishments featuring an amazing Egyptian Yellow Tea with Fenugreek which seem to have magical healing properties, and always surrounding ourselves with devotional music from across the world) and I found myself suddenly this older, wiser, loving woman..I hope it lasts!!! But I know all things pass, “in every season, you are still God, I have a reason to Sing”…

inspiration # 1

Sri Chinmoy’s followers run for hundreds of miles for days around the same city blocks.  It’s definitely mind and spirit over matter.  I love going to eat at their breakfast place.  They are all so peaceful.  When I was doing more yoga, I was more attuned to subtle energy than I am now, but Sri Chinmoy’s followers radiate their inner peace, and it is easy for all to see.

I had a hard night last night, I was stressed out about an interview and a fight with my life partner/running partner, Ian.  I ran alone for around a mile, the loop around my house that we usually take.  I casually timed it at 15 minutes, usually it takes me more time.  I am not yet up to the point where I use a Forerunner GPS watch or count my steps or anything.  I know I am slowly getting faster, I know running is becoming something  that feels right in my body,  these things are such good gifts to myself.  Only 15 minutes and everything was a bit better.  But I couldn’t sleep last night.  I will try to get out there again tonight.  This November has been so beautiful, all blue skies and yellow leaves and mild temperatures.  I think my senses are sharpened by my practices of prayer, running and more conscious eating.

A portion of a hymn I sing has been my mantra–IT IS ENOUGH FOR ME

This is the whole song, by Mia Fieldes:

I will not forget

You said even in the valley

You will not forsake me

And I will not forget

You’re there even in the darkness

You will not forsake me

There is a rugged cross

Its shadow falls upon

My soul that once was lost

I will not forget

There is a rugged cross

It is the proof of unshakeable love

It is enough for me.

When I can remember IT IS ENOUGH FOR ME, I am always fine. I can’t forget!