Monday, March 05, 2012
I'm human and I get frustrated for sure. All is going well except for my foot. As most of you know, I have Plantar Faciitis and I haven't been able to really run. I struggle with the idea of pushing out a treadmill 5K which used to be standard practice. I guess all sorts of stuff goes through your mind when injury happens, stuff like "will this ever end?" or "will things ever be normal again?"
I have made some progress but it is slow, like enduring flaming bamboo shoots under the fingernails. I have been taking out some of my frustration on strength training. I guess that is where alot of the drive is coming from because I have gone after it with a vengeance but it does not replace what I feel when I get out for a long run, it only compliments it. Both go hand in hand, the one does not replace the other and I feel out of balance.
I dont want to be one of these guys I meet at the local box who are in excellent shape, cut with a six pack and turn pale at the thought of running a 10K much less a marathon. There is something in my mental make up that was BORN for endurance sports and will never be satisfied with less.
Not being able to run distance for the time being as forced me to exercise thinking outside my normal paradigm which is a good thing.
Outside the box thinking is one thing that separates those who have the heart to get it done from those who sit on the fence and talk about it. When one has heart and an overwhelming desire to see it through, they will look for a way, no matter how seemingly crazy or unorthodox.
For example, when I was 16, I was overweight, out of shape and wanted to join the Air Force in the worst way. I knew that things could not stay as they were. Sitting on my duff, playing video games and eating pizza had to go. This was something I simply knew intuitively and i acted on it. I out up pictures that I got from the local recruiting office and everyday I woke up, I was looking at my goal pictures.
I had no exercise equipment so I got to work. I found my dads diving weights and ran a rope through them and turned them into a dumbbell, about 10 pounds but after 100 reps, it was enough, and yes, the rope KILLED my hand. I made a jump rope out of clothes line and two broom handles. The lightness of the rope didnt work so good so I wrapped lead solder around key points of the rope to get some good rotation. Then I donned some crappy sneakers and jogged as far as I could and did it consistently. In the end, I lost 25 pounds and was able to enlist shortly after my 17th birthday. After I got out of high school, I went into Basic Military Training and spent my 18th birthday sitting in a barracks shining my boots.
My point in all of that is that if we have heart, we WILL find a way. Circumstance, lack of equipment, finances, nothing will stop you if we are a determined soul and will not let go of our dreams and settle for less. History has taught us that a man in rags with a rifle and 3 bullets fighting for his life, his family, country and his God is more dangerous and unpredictable than a draftee sitting in a tank with the best of everything. All the man in rags can think about is the day he will breathe the air of freedom. To him, nothing else matters. All the guy in the tank can think about is how many days he has left until he gets out and goes home. Total difference.
All I can think about every day is the day I will finally reach maintenance, not a plateau, maintenance. Everyday I get stronger, lighter, faster and with it new ability.
Each new ability obtained adds more spark. Those sparks are fanned into a flame by the winds of freedom until my passion brings liberty.
I will win, will dominate, will have victory and nothing will stop me until there is total and unconditional surrender of my enemy.
My passion is stronger than my injury and I will not be stopped.
I am armored with determination, armed with drive, and the will to see it through is my weapon.
I will find a way.