“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.” ~Leo Tolstoy
The police light comes on, flashing in my review mirror. I feel the rush of dread as I pull to the side of the road and the police car follows me to a stop. "Oh, I don't need this - not today". He takes a minute to get out of his cruiser, does the cop-saunter to my window, and asks for my "papers". Into the glove-compartment I reach rummaging through a pile of old registrations and insurance cards - looking for something that just might have the right dates on it. Registration, check. Current insurance card - well that is sitting on my desk at home, where it usually is so that I will remember to put it in the car which, of course, I never do. Ugggg. I lose it. I immediately brake down into tears. Now, this is NOT my usual mode of dealing with "the man". I recognize when I've screwed up, and accept my just punishment - but today, somehow, this is the last straw and I snap.
This got me thinking about what I believe I should be able to handle and how much I should and can demand of myself. And, what keeps me sane when so much seems to be falling apart?
This week I have a marathon to run - and I've been training fairly intensely since February. I've run 4 longish races (10-13.1 miles each) over the past two and a half months. I've trained through a Colorado winter of cold, snow, ice, and wind maintaining about 55-62 miles a week. A month ago my mother, who lives 1600 miles away, was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of breast cancer. I spend several hours each day on the phone with her, and have flown to New Jersey to see her once, and will go again after the marathon. When I'm not talking with her I am worrying about her - usually during the wee hours of the morning when I should be sleeping so that my body can recover from a 20+ mile run or hard tempo session. It seems that the news is never good, and she is now in the hospital due to her reaction from an overly aggressive chemo treatment. Add to this the fact that the end of the semester is fast approaching, and with it piles of work to grade and frantic students to console, advise, and admonish, depending on their situation. And then there's my 4 year-old, who is the light of my life - but at times a whirling dervish of energy that is challenging to direct and appreciate.
So, what the hell is my problem? Why am I having such a hard time coping with it all. "This isn't so much", I tell myself. And yet, there I sat, on the side of the road sobbing because I was pulled over for speeding! We all have a breaking point. There's good and bad stress. But somehow it was all blurring together into one mass of mess.
For a short time I thought: "Maybe I can't do this. Maybe I should just not run this marathon. Maybe this is just too much." But then it came to me - I am alive now and this is how I express my life now, moving through the world, powered by my own body and spirit. This is the animal I am now. Running is how I say "Yes" to life. Running is an expression of my humanness. Aristotle argued that what makes a human human is that we are reasoning, social, and political beings. Those are the things we do better than anything else. But I want to add running to his list of "distinctive excellences". We may not be the fastest beings - but we are made to run. A horse may be faster than us, but we can run farther than a horse (thanks to our calf muscles). Our bodies are meant to move, and when we don't move them we suffer physically, mentally, and emotionally.
And so I will run. And, I will keep on running, even if I am sobbing the whole way...
I've been reading Why We Run. The author is a biologist who is training to win the 100K US Championships. He takes us through different aspects of human physiology. How they have evolved to be more efficient at endurance running.ReplyDelete
As endurance runners we had to develop the mental abilities to see the reward/end result even if it wasn't there. Even if the antelope being chased was out of our vision we had to develop the mental prowess to know that if we keep going the antelope will be there and we can chase it down.
Developing that long-range vision he argues has proven successful for any great accomplishments: writing a book, creating a masterpiece, winning the 100K, etc.
So, to respond to your post. Running is definitely an activity that has shaped how humans evolved. Running (perhaps) gave us the advantage to see that over the long term we can reach beyond just what we see.
I am glad that you are CONTINUING to run, CONTINUING to see your mom, CONTINUING to be the best mother/wife, CONTINUING being everything to your students.
PS Google has developed wonderful technology to make life REAL hard on Spam-bots that like to overload comment systems. They have done such a good job, I bet you don't need the word verification any more. :)
Danny, Funny you should bring up the antelope example - I've been thinking about this a lot due to the article in "Outside" about "persistence hunting" and the little experiment they did with runners chasing down an antelope. As an ethicist I have some major qualms with their methods - You'll see my comments on that in the not too distant future.ReplyDelete
As for the Spam-bot issue - what is the issue. I haven't noticed anything weird - am I missing something?