Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

An Epiphany. To Be Happy.

I was going to start writing about my 2nd week of 60+ Miles, but I decided to forego that, and will attempt to write about something a bit more philosophical and perhaps (Oh My)even meaningful..

Tonight, I saw a cute and often silly movie, "Evan Almighty". I was raised a Roman- Catholic christian, but like many of you (Christian or not), I have questioned the people behind the robes, who preach of the good words on one end, while marring the sanctity of morality on the other. Of course, I hope the vast majority of clergy, in all religions, are by and largely made up of good people, and not as the media portrays them out to be. But that's not what this non-running blog tonight is going to be about.

This blog tonight is going to be about the one thing that seems to elude mankind more and more as each complicated day goes by. It is a simple word in the English language. And the word is "Happiness".

While I am most fortunate to have some great things happen to my life (which can always change-that's the skeptic in me I guess), like my girlfriend and my job, and of course my family, there are other things. Things I worry about. Things I feel hopeless about, and things for which society might even judge me as a "failure".

I am not financially rich. In fact I am financially poor compared to what "society" says I should be by now in life. I also may not have children who are going to be doctors either. I may not have that 5 foot 11 model with the blonde hair and the blue eyes. And I may not own a house after 42 years on this planet. Heck, I may never own my own home. But...Do I have the right to have to feel that I am a failure because of it? The answer is a resounding "No."

Life is not easy. For those who ARE rich, and for those who HAVE those beautiful houses in beautiful neighborhoods, it might be easy. My girlfriend, upset over an ongoing situation (not with me though-whew!), had asked God tonight "Why do the bad people always win?". Now I am not equating rich people with bad people, but all of us have at one point or another, questioned why it is that some achieve their goals and others don't, regardless of the effort, or of the person's moral fiber.
And regarding the "rich", I am sure that most of these fortunate people paid a dear price to achieve their goals. I know of many that did this through hard work and sacrifice, but in some cases, I am sure that some sacrificed the wrong things, like the sacrificing of other values that should have been far more important than the almighty buck. Like being close to your family.

When I think about it this way, I'm no longer jealous. In fact, I feel sad for people who have accomplished personal goals this way, for they have missed far greater rewards that they could have achieved simply by loving and spending time with the people that brought them here, built them up, or with the children that they themselves have brought into this world.

In tonight's silly movie for which I gave it a 5 (out of 10), "Evan", played by funny-man Steve Carroll, learns several lessons, and above that, an all too familiar lesson - that spending time with your family is better than anything any sums of money could possibly hope to offer. Of course, a job puts food on your table, for you, AND for your family. So the answer, really,is to balance the two just right, so that you don't neglect either too much.

My life on this multicolored ball of rocks and water is going to be short. Perhaps I'll live to be as old or even older than my 91 year old grandmother. Or perhaps not. I don't know about you, but there are times when I get real down on myself because of things that turn out poorly. And sometimes these poor results came from events that were beyond my control. You have all read the famous quote, and seen them on magnets stuck for years on your refridgerator, to even as bumper stickers on cars. The quote that says, "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference."

Well, that is all good, but I had an epiphany tonight. One that goes even BEYOND that quote. Because, whereas that quote tries to rationalize how some unpleasant events are sometimes beyond your control, and therefore you should not be upset over it, the catchy offering also sounds like it's resigned to the fact that wrong things happen and that you are going to be upset. Like as if it has acknowledged that a problem did occur, and now the passage is trying to pacify you, or trying to prevent you from getting upset over it.

Well, my epiphany was, "What if everything that happens in life that is seemingly unpleasant, is not unpleasant after all? What if we hold the key to determine at the very moment of acknowledging that something had gone wrong...that it is actually more wrong to feel bad, then the wrongness of the event itself? What if the events happened not by accident, but is rather some form of predetermined destiny and or of divine intervention, as if it were a test? A test to see if we actually GET IT?

I know that I am really sounding like I am 1 McDonald's French Fry away from a Happy Meal, but please hear me out. Because in tonight's share of sad events, I came across something wonderful.

There have recently been some sad events in my life and in my girlfriend's life that for the sake of privacy, I wont completely share. But let's just say that we both have family, and we want our family (be it children, parents, siblings or just loved ones) to succeed. And like any good person would, we are willing and do whatever we feel we must, in order to give our family the right paths to the right opportunities to excel in life. But what if things don't exactly go as planned? What if for example, our family was meant to suffer (ie. like our children)?

Must we suffer along with them? Does our suffering help our children any? And if they knew we suffered, would that help them any?

I have concluded that suffering, for all that it may be an elemental human emotion, is not good, It should be hoisted and sent to the Staten Island landfill or carted to some garbage barge headed to North Carolina along with the other garbages in life (like anger, rage, greed, and other sinister dwarfs that I can't think of for the moment)

.... Well..DUH! Tell you something you didn't know, right??? OF COURSE SUFFERING IS BAD! But yet for as simple as it sounds, I bet anyone who reads this, has created their own private little hell at least once today, or at least three times in the past week.

Why must it be this way? If there is such an entity as "God", which I personally believe there is, why does he let us suffer? Does he want us to feel like we are failures when things in our lives don't go as planned? I think the answer is No. But perhaps we are still completely missing the point....

Perhaps all of the things that happen that are not good to us are not actually bad. Perhaps it is instead, just a challenge. A challenge to smile, when all looks gloomy, an opportunity to just feel happy, when all you want to think is that this situation sucks. Remember I how mentioned before about how sometimes we feel like others have it easier than us (that was when I said that my girlfriend questioned why it is that the 'bad' people always win). Well, let me ask you this? Did you ever feel good about anything that you ever did, that required little or no effort?

Perhaps.

But now ask yourself this question...Do I feel even better about the things that I was able to achieve, that were tough to achieve, more than those that were easy? I bet you said Yes! For all we know, my friends, failure is not FAILURE. Perhaps failure is a WONDERFUL challenge to us. An opportunity to feel good about ourselves no matter what the outcome. And if you can achieve this, as tough as the situation you might be, is, then you should feel great about yourself for being able to triumph over the inherited adversity, especially in today's world. It should prove to yourself, that you can love yourself, just as much as you can love your neighbor, even if your current social structure and/or society in general, had dictated otherwise.

Want an example of a tough situation, where feeling happy is next to impossible? There are many. How about those of us who have had people they loved and have died? How about people we love that are aging poorly? Why must we feel so upset for them? If they love us, the last thing they want for us to be, is to be upset. If anything, they want you to be happy, right? Let's move on...

What about a love that never was allowed to grow because of "society's rules". Or a love that prematurely ended even. Even tougher perhaps are examples that come next. Read on...

What about an unforseen death? A tragic death in fact. Like murder or an accident at the wrong time (as if there was ever a right time). Right now, my words might not be of great console to those who have lost loved ones in any way, tragically or otherwise. Trying to tell someone to be "cheer up" when their loved one died in the World Trade Center, or whose 8-year old daughter succumbed to leukemia, or who sister just hopeed on an airplane to see her brother for the first time in 10 years, just to die in a needless plane crash, is virtually i-m-p-o-s-s-i-b-l-e. Even if they could understand the epiphany about how important it is to be ALWAYS be "happy", no matter what the circumstance, I would think that the dark clouds of sadness and despair they would have, would be, in one word, impenetrable. You can't deny sadness either, and I am not suggesting that it be completely eliminated from the equation either. Sadness is still an important part of any healing process. You can't just say you are happy all of the time, regardless of what happens! However, as unfair as they may feel for having tragic events happening to them and not to others, it is even more tragic, when the person who is hurting, cannot get over it either.

When a person fails to see that they are endlessly continuing to suffer, then that is the real tragedy. That person that they may be mourning, has died and we must presume that they are in peace. But what if they are not in peace? Perhaps they cannot be in peace, because perhaps in the after-life (which I do believe in) they see you from above, and watch you suffer. Always keep in mind that whether your loved ones are alive or deceased, it would always be their wish, their undying wish, in fact, to want you to be happy.

Perhaps the devil is not some red dude with pointy ears and a pitchfork, after all, that lives somewhere in a very, very, very, hot climate. No. Perhaps both God and the devil is instead on this planet. Or perhaps even within ourselves? If that's true, then giving into suffering is giving into the devil, wouldn't it. And if so, then allowing yourselves to be happy, no matter what the situation, is to allow yourself to breath in sunshine, and be open to God.

Accept all that is, and love all that is for what it is. No matter how fucked up all that it is, may be.

As you can see, I've been really exhausting the word "perhaps". Perhaps it's because if I don't say perhaps, then I may come off too righteous, like some kind of crazy born-again, something or the other, you know? LOL.

However, the time for me in saying perhaps is finally over. If you got anything of what I have been rambling about, fantastic. Try to apply it to everyday life. With all of the shit that one is exposed to, it shouldn't take very long before you come across one of these "moments", that permit YOU the control to decide how to emotionally act.

But if you are DENSE, and cannot understand anything that I wrote above. Then let me spell it out for you:

Life is Short! Do not waste it on the negative! Everything has an upside. Life itself is a gift. Be proud of who you are, and if you have parents and children, be even more proud of them and let them know! And remember....Acts of Random Kindness (ARK) can also go a long way too. Love everyone, and hate no one.

My sermon is over. Go in peace....Or in my case...Run In Peace. LOL.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Inaugural Run: LAF to Flower Hill via the "Southern Route"

For this run, I chose the song "Forbidden Corn". It's a nice instrumental from the movie, "The New World". It sums up my run pretty well.


Course: LA Fitness-Flower Hill-Southern Route
Towns: New Hyde Park, Lake Success,
Manhasset Hills, Herricks, Searingtown,
North Hills, Flower Hill
Distance: 13.1 Miles (1/2 Marathon)
Date: Saturday, November 17, 2007
Time: 2:30pm.
Weather: 43F, Strong Headwing during first half.
Overcast, Turning Dark.
Course Path: (see chart)
Course Elevation: (see chart)
















I'm flying out tomorrow to Cleveland on assignment and will be gone just 1 day. That's enough to miss 2 days of running.

It's time for the test. A long run. A half-marathon. In the New York City Marathon, I paced myself and did all I could to avoid getting overwhelmed by the wonderful fans and overall electricity of the city. And by the time I reached the Pulaski Bridge, the clock had then read 2:01:01.

Today was pretty cold. Not brutal, but cold enough that I'm glad I wore two layers. It consisted of an blue UnderArmour shirt, plus a light blue Hind full body technical shirt. I also wore my Nike FitDry gloves too. I still wore my shorts though, because my legs can withstand sub zero weather.

Having done a full circuit training regimen this morning to go along with my Ab Workout, avoided me having to waste the precious daylight I had left to do my run. Graciously, I changed at LA Fitness but left immediately afterwards.

The beginning of my run was a left out to Union Turnpike. Not much in the way of a sidewalk here. It was either the shoulder lane of the Turnpike or the grass and mud trail. I chose the latter. Union Turnpike turns into Marcus Ave and that was a bit tricky with it's five way intersection. I had to speed up a bit to avoid any disasters, and made my way to MeadowFarm Road, where I made a left.

Mile 1= 9:03

Meadow Farm road is considered to be in Manhasset Hills. There were beautiful homes there and it felt nice to run through a residential neighborhood instead of the normal chaos of cars I run with. This is what makes the difference between this "southern route" to Flower Hill, and the "northern route", which primarily heads East on Northern Boulevard.

Making a right on Old Courthouse Road, I see even more spectacular homes, and nicely manicured gardens. "It's nice to have money", I thought. But it's even nicer to be loved, and I was taking good care of my body today (ie. loving myself) as an example.

Mile 2 = 9:14 (probably due to my "stargazing" at the homes...)


Making a left on Shelter Rock Road, I immediately surmised that the hills were coming. And I was right. But I was also prepared too. "Lift legs high!"... "Angle your body forward!"... "Arms as pistons! Arms as pistons!"...
The wind was biting too as it appeared is was trying to push me back south, and back
away from the homes in the land known as Port Washington, the halfway point, and apex of my run.

Can anyone tell me what does "I.U." in "I.U. Wilets Road" means? This was the first thing that popped into my very cold forehead as I made my right turn to head for Searingtown Road about another mile away. November days in New York means that sunlight is sparse. The sun was starting to make it's move. And I needed to do the same.

Mile 3 = 8:42


I made my left onto Searingtown Road halfway into Mile 3. More hills ahead. Windy roads, picket fences and all uphill.

Mile 4 = 9:10


Searingtown Road becomes Port Washington Boulevard. I immediately began to notice the landscape around me. There was the Long Island Expressway ahead of me. It's tricky around there because the southbound side that I go north on does not have a sidewalk. On the other side is Christopher Morley Park, a place I know very fondly. And in an odd sort of way, as I past all of these historic and emotional landmarks, I felt as if I was home, even though I have never had the money to afford such places. This town belongs to me, and I to it. It is a spiritual bond....and I am glad to have this renewed energy running through my body because the BIG hill prior to Miracle Mile is fast approaching. Between that and the merciless wind that is freezing certain unmentionable part of my body, I will be drawing on that "extra", something that I now am beginning to admit that I do well.. Triumph over Adversity.

Mile 5 = 9:02


Whee! Downhill, but dangerous. As there is no shoulder, and so I have to play chicken and cross the road to the same side of traffic, plus jump a short metal rail dividing the sidewalk from the road. I'm trying not to slap my feet hard into the concrete and I barrel down the hill. Up ahead, the Landmark Diner, Bed Bath & Beyond. And beyond that, a whole lot more...

As I pass St. Francis Hospital on my left, I cross and head up Farm View Road on the right. FarmView is actually an uphill road. Gradual, subtle, but there. It doesn't matter to me though. Because as I make the left onto Hewlett Lane, I am no longer running anymore. I am sprinting.
Watch out. Here comes the Alex express. Making only 1 local stop....

Mile 6 = 7:30 (my fastest mile by over a minute over any other mile. Inspiration is the key to life.)


Country Club Road was the turnaround point. But this time, I slowed down quite a bit to look, covet, lament, and fight off the urge to let too much of my inner chi to drain out. After all, I was only half way through my run. The war drums in my head began to sound, and it was time to pace myself, and get into a long-distance run battle mode. The worst miles were ahead of me. And that was the road back to reality.

Mile 7 = 9:00


Did I mention that I made a choice not to bring any water with me? I had set out this run to be one of being mentally and physical toughness. I need to be tougher. Need to make my body and my soul as hard as a rock, and be shaken by no one and nothing. The run back up the hill past the Miracle Mile, tested my endurance and my will. I hung on. I don't say this with pride, just solemn resolve when I say that I won't let anything beat me.

Mile 8 = 9:08


Goodbye Flower Hill, and goodbye Port Washington. See you around soon, I hope. It's mostly flat around here, but there are downhills now. My legs are sore, so while it seems that I am going very fast, it is just an illusion at this point. At least the headwind is now a tailwind. The sun has been completed replaced by the grayness that is now all around me. This grayness is only temporary. Darkness will be setting in shortly.

Mile 9 = 8:37

The mind begins to play a few tricks on me. My clothes are getting heavy, my legs too. And they are taking me forever to get me to IU Willets. Then that road appeared like an eternity too. I am slowing down. I worry about my getting older and if Mother Nature is going to let me have my way at the Long Island Marathon in May of '08.

Mile 10 = 9:16

"No concessions! Must fight off the will to lose my will!!" Now I am no longer fighting Mother Nature anymore, but now I am fighting myself, and my limits. It has only been 13 days since I ran the New York City Marathon. This is where the typical runner ends, and the human spirit begins. No man can judge another, but I can judge myself. And court is now in session...."Dig in! Keep running! Don't Stop! If you do, you wont want to run again, or will run slower!!" Shelter Rock Road right ahead. Full steam again. Left turn followed by a long subtle downhill. Legs are feeling like rusty torpedoes being shown off at a naval museum.

Mile 11 = 9:21

Finally arriving to Old Courthouse Road, for yet another look at the beautiful houses. Everyone is no doubt indoors watching TV, relaxing, or perhaps working on projects. I am outside. I am giving myself another class known as Mental Toughness 301. I am still wondering when if ever, I will graduate.

It is getting colder. I can see my breath now. I do well in the cold though. There is a serene stillness of it, that is charming in a way. In the meantime, this road is taking forever. One thing I have learned, anything with the world "Old" in it, is $$$. Old Westbury, Old Bethpage, Old Courthouse Road.

My mind has played a nasty trick on me. It is getting dark and the street signs are getting harder to see. Did I already pass Meadowfarm Road accidentally? I nearly come to a stop, and then I caught hold of myself, and started my leg engine again before completely stalling. Meadowfarm Road. Sign up ahead. Thank You, God.

And as soon as I turn on it, I can see Marcus Avenue ahead too. Thank You, again...

Mile 12 = 9:26


Traffic is a mess on Marcus, especially near the five way intersection. I decided to cross to the south side, so that when I approach Union Turnpike, I will running on the sidewalk of the Lake Success Shopping Center and not the trail. I love trails because the ground is softer, but in the dark, this is a risky proposition. One missed rock, or loose tree branch, and a wipeout is a possibility.

At this point I am looking at my Garmin 305. My goal is to break 2 hours for the Half-Marathon. Remember at the NYC Marathon my half-marathon mark was 2:01:01. I was pacing myself of course, but not being in a race here, and running by my lonesome, makes it hard to hold yourself to a goal. Stay focused, Alex. You can do it (I think. LOL).

As I am passing by the bus stop in front of the Lake Success Shopping Center, I start to pick up speed. My reserve tank has been opened for use, as I start to dump whatever adrenaline I have left to try to make my goal a reality.

Okay, I guess I am a risk taker. There was a light ahead, so I decided to cross Union Turnpike ahead and run the last 1/4 mile or more, on the trail. It is dark now. The only lights, are those coming from the flood lamps at the Gateway complex, completely recessed behind my running trail. And from the Strike bowling alley just across the street alongside the Medical complex that is there.....

Mile 13: 8:48 !


Behind the tress that I am breezing by, I can see the LA Fitness facility in the distance. Another goal. Another accomplishment. It is a nice thing when I successfully complete a goal. It gives me joy. But the best was yet to come. I looked at my watch just as the 13 mile lap got tallied, and while the 8:48 was a real nice surpirse. What was even nicer, was the explosiveness of my strides. The train was back on track, and I was going to finish strong again. God Bless.

Mile 13.1: 48.55 seconds (8:05 pace)

In the end, I did the training run in 1 hour 57 minutes and 5 seconds. Not bad for a training run!


For me, the best part about finishing a run is that it makes me feel like this:



This was me in 1984. I was 19 then.

And that is exactly how I felt today....