Run or Be Run

There are sayings on the street: “Play or Be Played." "Sell or Be Sold.” They’re all about taking control of your own life. Ensuring that you are the master of your own destiny. The bottomline: either sell your game, or you will be sold someone else’s.

When it comes to running --- whether sticking to a running routine, or just plain running my life --- I have coined my own phrase: “Run or Be Run."

In my field, during a busy Election Year it’s easy to put off my running routine and allow the daily schedule to take over my life. We all know how it is. We swear we won't succumb to it. But before we know it, there we are with endless workdays, endless hours on the campaign trail, and a different city on any given week.

But I refuse to believe that fitting in a run during the week is impossible. In fact, it's imperative. I was taught that if you do the small things well, you will succeed in the larger ones. If I can control when I run, then I can control the rest of my day. So, in the face of a busy schedule I vow to make it work. There really is no other choice when it's important to you that you Run your own life.

So this campaign season, I’m making the extra effort by employing a few simple tips.  First, no matter what time I leave the office behind, I’ll try to hit the gym or go for a run -- no matter how tired I am. (I always leave with more energy than when I arrived.) Second, if I have an early flight the next morning, I’ll squeeze in a workout the night before (even if I’ve already gone that day), or I’ll get up super-early (hello, 4a.m.) to ensure I get it in.  Lastly, and this is the most important one, when I’m on the road I’ll check the website for any hotel in which I'm staying to ensure that they have a gym– one that is open 24 hours a day, by the way. (I’m sorry, but a gym that closes at 10pm does not work for a busy campaign operative. I mean, haven’t they seen the West Wing?!?) Oh, and if the hotel doesn't have a gym... well, then they don't have me as a customer. Simple as that.

Whether it’s my morning run or an afternoon power meeting, it is all connected for me. Small steps lead to big success. If I can’t carve out a half hour to run my routine, chances are I won’t feel that confident about running my Life. But if I get in a good run, I can conquer anything.  It’s as simple as that.

Run or Be Run.

A Cause Greater than Oneself

Many of you know whether it’s for the Semper Fi Fund to help wounded warriors, or for local charities, I run races not just for the betterment of my physical self but to benefit a charitable cause.

Such was the case last weekend when I travelled to Phoenix, Arizona to run the 8th Annual Pat’s Run to benefit The Pat Tillman Foundation.

You may remember Pat Tillman. In fact, how could you forget him? He was a star football player from Arizona who gave up a lucrative NFL contract after 9/11 to enlist in the ARMY to serve his country. He was a beacon of hope, the best America had to offer in the face of terrorism and the cowardice that it represents.

I remember what impressed me most about Tillman was that he enlisted in the ARMY as a regular bloke, asking for no special treatment, but quickly worked his way up to become an elite ARMY Ranger. Sadly, Tillman was killed in Afghanistan in an unfortunate tragedy. A tragedy which his family did their level best to turn into something positive. And lasting. So when I saw that a memorial race in his honor was still going strong more than a decade after 9/11, I knew I had to check it out.

So did 35,000 other inspired Americans.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got to the starting line. I had expected a few thousand runners, tops. After all, this was a local race, set in the tiny town of Tempe, a college town. But when I approached the race grounds, to my amazement appeared a sea of red t-shirts as far as the eye could see.  And I mean as far as the eye could see. I have witnessed the crowds at the nationally-renowned Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, D.C. , a national, critically-acclaimed race that has been around for 30 years. I never expected the Pat Tillman run to rival that legendary race. But it did. And it showed me the power of one person, that one person truly can have an effect on thousands upon thousands of others who will then answer the call to service. Perhaps not in the strong way that Tillman did. But in our own 35,000 small ways.

The Pat Tillman Foundation did a remarkable job honoring the memory of this fallen hero. Every detail was meticulous. From the 100-foot-tall replica of Pat’s football jersey which adorned the side of a building near the starting line, to the exact 4.2 mile course (representing his football number #42), to the music that piped through speakers, which somehow seemed as if it could have come from Pat Tillman’s mp3 player itself. It was as if he was there. The organizers left no stone unturned when it came to matters of the heart.  You felt his presence.

You also felt a palpable sense that Americans still wish to do more, be more, give more, just as Pat gave.  As I ran, I witnessed military men rucksacking the entire race, in full military camo gear and heavy boots, in the 90-degree Arizona heat to honor of their fallen brother. And I noticed several first responders from NYFD’s Brooklyn Engine Company #238 that came out from New York to honor him. It left a lump in my throat as thousands upon thousands of men, women, and children of all ages streamed out of the starting gates and then later streamed into the famous Sun Devil Stadium toward the finish line Tillman.

At the end of the day, the organizers raised funds toward their ultimate goal of $3.9 Million – the amount that Pat Tillman turned down in an NFL contract to join the ARMY. Those funds will now help returning troops and their spouses return to school to better their lives. I encourage you to visit The Pat Tillman Foundation today and give $42 in honor of his NFL number, to benefit the troops.

God Bless America, and may God be blessing Pat Tillman somehwere right now.

Hop to It!

To all of the parents out there who slaved over a hot stove this weekend, boiling eggs, coloring easter eggs, and taking all manner of measures (including flashlights) to hide prizes in the backyard, it is you who embody the true spirit of the Easter Bunny.

Except, in one regard.

He can run like the wind.  Literally.

If you think you run fast with your 6.0 setting on the treadmill, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

The average bunny can run 25mph to 45mph, far outdoing the rest of us weekend warriors.  The standard backyard domesticated bunny runs approximately 25 to 27 miles per hour, whereas the wilder hares out in the wilderness zip around at a stunning 47 miles per hour.

But they’re not just about the speed. Oh no. It turns out that rabbits have evolved over time to avoid becoming easy prey. Their bodies have evolved to perform feats such as the "zigzag" and the agile leap as few other creatures in nature can.

But don’t feel badly. All of this might actually explain why no one (and I mean, no one) has ever seen the Easter Bunny in person.  >”<

Everything I Learned in Life, I Learned as a Runner

Part two in a series: These days, I realize that (almost) everything I learned in life, I learned from being a runner. So, I decided that over the course of the next week, I'd share a few lessons learned along the way....


Brace for the elements

Whether planning your outfit for race day, or planning for life, you have to know what to expect. You wouldn’t set out for a long run without a jacket when it’s pelting rain outside, so why would you meander through life this way?

Get a plan. Get the forecast. Get the 4-1-1 on things. When setting out for a race, I usually study the course a few days or a few weeks before. Sometimes right after I sign up. It’s helpful to know what to expect on race day. It helps with your training. After all, if you don’t know there are four massive hills during your Marathon, how will you know you need to do hill work during your training? It helps you determine how you will pace yourself, to know when to expect massive hills, exposure to the elements, and so forth. The same is true of life. It’s the old adage, how do you know you will get to your end goal if you don't know the path you'll take to get there? Plan it out.


Find a Buddy

As in running, in life it is equally important to find a buddy. Someone who enjoys the sport. Or, someone who will at least go along with you, even if it's just to humour you. I have often boasted that running is the one thing in my life that isn’t a “team sport” – it’s the one thing I can do by myself, to get in a little “me” time, away from the noise of the world. But the truth is, I have spent many a race by myself, and I have to tell you, staying in hotels by myself is something that I am completely over. O-v-e-r.  It is lonely. And isn’t running, at the end of the day, about belonging to a community, even if only a community of runners you may not know? I am thankful for the good girlfriends I've made in the running community and the mates who willingly travel along with me, just because they know it makes me happy.


Finish Strong

In life, as in running, it’s important to finish strong. We all fall down from time to time. But the important thing is that we dust ourselves off and continue toward the finish line.

In my last Marathon, a knee injury nearly kept me from finishing the race. But I couldn’t stop thinking about all of the people who had contributed to the charity I was running for, and I couldn’t let them down. I knew I had to finish. And you know what, it's a funny thing: success breeds more success. As I got closer to the Finish Line, I got stronger. Instead of limping across the finish line like the wounded animal I actually felt like, I finished as respectably as I could.

And thank God for that. Little did I know that the Marine Corps Marathon had hired a webcam company to provide Live streaming coverage of runners crossing the Finish Line, and my friends saw me online. Proof that you never know who's watching you. Just one more reason to finish strong.

Everything I Learned in Life, I Learned as a Runner

The older I get, the more I realize that (almost) everything I learned in life, I learned from being a runner. So, I decided that over the course of the next week, I'd share a few lessons I've learned along the way. 

Pace Yourself

It’s important to dream big and charge hard in life. Believe me, the famous General Patton quote, “Lead, Follow, or Get out of the Way” is part of my digital signature. So, you would figure I’d be the last person to say, “Pace yourself.” But in a Marathon, as in life, one has to realize that 26.2 long miles of road lie before you, and it turns out there is such a thing as "all things in due time."

I came to realize this during my last Marathon when I had pain at Mile 14, and I’ve realized it along the way in life when I’ve had other pain (some of it self-inflicted). I've even come to realize it in writing this blog, at times having to pull back on my love of writing in my leisure time, due to starting a new high-profile job (which I recently did.) But that is life. Sometimes in order to sustain long-term success, you have to pace yourself.

Besides, the journey itself can be filled with a lot of interesting scenery along the way... 


Run for a Cause Greater than Yourself

Whether a Politician or an avid runner, a person ought to run for a cause greater than oneself. I made a decision last Fall that I wouldn’t run a race unless the race itself benefited a cause, or unless I could raise money for a charity while running. This includes my participation in the Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, D.C. a few months ago (where gracious friends and colleagues contributed more than $900 to aid injured troops) and this includes our participation in the upcoming 8th Annual “Pat’s Run” in Phoenix, Arizona to honor fallen hero and football great, U.S. Army Ranger Pat Tillman. In this day and age, with so many charities coming online, no matter what city you live in there is always a way to raise money or awareness for a cause. Now that’s what I call going the extra mile. 


The Moment You Turn to Look at your Competition, is the Moment You Lose

I ran track in junior high. Now, don’t go calling me Florence Griffith Joyner or anything (unless you’re referring to my nails), but I could hold my own in a competitive race. I’m just obnoxious that way. I also competed as an adult in the Corporate Challenge, an intramural competition that pits adults against other adults from their workplace. To be sure, it was a scene straight out of Mr. Mom, minus the tricycles. (If only we could settle all of our workplace disputes this way!) But I digress.

No two ways about it, I won practically every contest I ever entered --- with a couple of exceptions. I ran the 440, the 880, and was often the final leg of the 1600 4x4 relay. Normally, that is a position reserved for the person who looks like a gazelle with long, lanky legs (a fascinating creature I have never resembled in my entire life), but for some reason the little scrappy runner (that would be "moi") was entrusted to bring home the baton and make up for whatever lost time had occurred earlier among the team.

Oh, but a few times, I allowed myself to be taken off my game. In one particular case, it was the girl in the lane next to me. I swear to God, I could hear her breathing, I could feel her hot breath on the back of my neck, gaining on me. I became so concerned about my competition that I actually turned my head to the right for a moment to look at my competitor, and you know what? The moment I turned to focus on my competitor, the race was over. Not only had I physically flinched (oh sure, I had messed up my physical pace), but more so because I knew I had mentally flinched. Somewhere, within the deep recesses of my brain, I knew I had given up. I had admitted that someone could possibly be faster than I was.


Don’t Get Tripped Up Running with the Pack

I can remember pleading with my parents in junior high about various topics, but specifically the topic of how unfair life was. One particular complaint surrounded the girls at my school who had a seemingly endless supply of Guess jeans in their closets, when I only had two pairs. (Little did I know at the time that those two pairs had cost more than my parents’ first car.)  But my parents were gracious. My Dad would simply reply with, “Well, some girls don’t have any Guess jeans, did you ever think about that?" Then he would add, "You’ve got to realize there will always be someone who has more than you, and someone who has less than you. Don’t compare yourself to other people.” This has turned out to be some of the best advice.  It is true in life, true in running.

You can’t compare yourself to someone who starts out quickly from the starting block. You never know what their game plan is. Perhaps they start out fast, then fade at the end. You never know. I have often been worried I wasn’t able to keep up with Marathon runners I started a race with, only to pass them up later at Mile 16 when they were huffing and puffing and in obvious pain, as I sailed quietly by.

I can’t say it enough, Stay in your own lane. Focus on your own race. In life, and in running, stop thinking about where someone else is and start focusing on setting your own best personal record (PR).


Over the next week, I'll be sharing more about what I've learned in life from my marathon experiences. I welcome you to share yours! E-mail, post it here, or Tweet it!

New Year's Resolutions

As I sat down to pen my New Year’s resolutions today, I resolved to get to the bottom of a little mystery: Where (and when) did we begin torturing ourselves with New Year's resolutions?

Like so many painful things in life – Pilates exercises, nuns who rap your knuckles with rulers, and gladiators who fight to the death – they originated in Italy. As they say, all roads lead to Rome.

The tradition of New Year’s resolutions dates back to 153 B.C., when Romans began utilizing the occasion of the New Year to look for forgiveness from their enemies.

In fact, it was none other than Julius Caesar who designed a calendar that would more aptly reflect the seasons than previous calendars. He named the first month of his new year after a mythical Roman God named Janus – a mythical “God of beginnings” who had powers to reflect back over the past and also to look into the future. Illustrations of this mythical creature include two faces – one on the back of the head looking backward and one on the front representing the face which always looks forward. Thus began January and the annual tradition of reflecting back over the past year while setting sights on the year ahead.

On New Year’s Day, Romans also began the tradition of giving each other branches from sacred trees for good luck and good fortune. I like to think of this tradition as extending an olive branch to one another, so to speak.

Where fitness and good health is concerned, I think we all ought to extend a proverbial olive branch to ourselves --- in forgiveness for the things we could have done better to honor our bodies last year, and in positive anticipation of the great things that will come in the New Year.

Here’s to good health in 2012!

Beat the Holiday Rush

 

I know I’ve said it before.

I know it sounds as crazy as a Black Friday shopper charging the door at 3a.m. 

But I love working out during the holiday season. 

Not only does it help keep my energy level up during a stressful time, but the gym: It’s so empty! 

Think about it. The ability to choose from any treadmill, get into any premier fitness class, be able to sit in the sauna without 50 of your not-so-closest friends breathing down your neck. It’s the kind of holiday bliss only Santa could deliver.

Yes, Virginia, I’m taking full advantage of the time now. Because come New Year’s Day, anyone who’s ever been to a gym the first week of January knows: it’s a post-holiday hell.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love fitness, and I love kindred spirits with hopeful souls and newly-pledged goals of fitness and well-being. But must all 300 million of us pledge to begin on precisely the same day?
 

I know, I know, it's so selfish but I’m already thinking of how difficult it’s going to be to get an already-coveted pass to my Body Pump class. And getting into yoga or spin class? Forgeddaboutit.

Sure, I realize by the third week of January the neophytes will have flamed out and we’ll all have the place to ourselves again. But it will seem an eternity until then.

For now, I’ll ask Santa for a little patience. And I'll invite you to give the pre-holiday gym experience a try. I think you'd like it. As for me, I plan to keep pushing hard to get a leg up on that late date in January – just in case my new yoga pants don’t see the inside of a classroom until then!