Remembering

Posted by Chris on September 11th, 2009

September 11, 2001 started out as any other work day for me. I got up around 7am, put on my running clothes, tied my running shoes, put Nelson on a leash and headed out the door for our daily six mile run. As I was running down Carrillo Boulevard towards Shoreline Park on this perfect Santa Barbara day I noticed that the roads seemed to be less busy than normal and I did not run into the usual early morning dog owner crowd in the park, but I did not pay much attention as I turned around at the bottom of Shoreline and made my way back home. I took a shower, got dressed, fed the dog, brushed his teeth (don’t ask!), got my backpack and got into the car to go to work.

Just a typical morning in our house, except for one minor detail: Hubby had flown to a conference in Atlanta (of all places!!!) the day before and therefore the TV, which is usually switched on by the time Nelson and I get back home, remained idle. I never turned in on that morning and was literally oblivious when I got into the car and the radio station did not play the usual music. Instead a male voice that sounded like Peter Jennings was talking. Without really listening to what he was saying I switched to a different station only to hear the same voice. By the time I tried my luck with the third station and was again faced with who was now clearly Peter Jennings I had reached the first traffic light and slowly started to listen… “and at approximately 10:30am local time the second tower of the World Trade Center collapsed!” WHAT??? Is this some kind of sick joke? I was immediately ripped out of the early morning, pre work trance and thrown into the reality of one of the most tragic days in this nation’s history. By the time I arrived at work ten minutes later I had been able to somehow put two and two together and ran upstairs to my office where I found my co-worker and dear friend in tears watching a live stream of downtown Manhattan on her computer screen. Even before I asked her “did we have an attack?” I already knew the answer and as we learned more details we realized then and there that this country would never be the same. Since no one knew how many planes were involved and as we heard the news reports that all air traffic would be shut down my thoughts went to Atlanta… A place you do not want to be stuck in! But that is exactly the situation Hubby found himself in. With nowhere to go. The conference was canceled and all transportation out of Atlanta was immediately booked solid, including rental cars. But quite honestly, I did not care at that moment. All I cared about was that he was save. It is amazing how selfish we become when it concerns a loved one.

Not a lot of constructive work got done that day and as more and more of our fellow co workers arrived we made sure immediately that all their loved ones were OK as well, before turning out attention back at the unfolding news.

Late afternoon we all gathered at the restaurant next door to watch President Bush address the nation and a sense of community spread amongst those gathered around the table. We all realized we were in this together and that we could only overcome this tragedy by putting differences aside and working in unison. And amazingly this feeling lasted.

I think back to those days and weeks following the events of 9/11 and how our country rallied, standing unified behind our President. It did not matter if you voted for him or not. He was our leader and needed all the support he could get.

What happened? I look at our country today, eight years later, and I cannot help but feel dismayed by how soon we forget and how short our attention spans are. Eight years after that gruesome day our country is more divided than it was even before 9/11 and yet should we not all rally behind our current President? A man that was democratically voted into office by a substantial majority, a man that is trying his best to get this country back on track from an economic collapse, a financial disaster that I would not hesitate to compare to 9/11. Instead I see fear mongering, lies, racial innuendoes, and blatant displays of hate. In part egged on by a nut who is making a personal profit out of the tragedy of September 11 with his “912 Project”. A man I deem certifiable, who claims he wants to bring us back to those days after the biggest terrorist attack on our nation’s soil. It is unfortunate that this guy is so terribly misled that he actually wants a revolution to take down President Obama rather than remembering what 9/12 and the following days were really about: standing united behind our President to get out of the mess we were in!

Today’s Running Tip: There will be no tip today!

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Take It and Run (with or without Spectators) Thursday

Posted by Chris on September 10th, 2009

Ah, spectators! The unsung heroes of the race world! “Love them or love them not so much” is what Kim in Maryland is asking us in the Runners’ Lounge today.

I think when it comes to those who hang out on the sidelines a list is in order. A list of the do’s and do not’s of spectacular support.

Personally I love spectators that:

~ are my loved ones!!!
~ cheer you on enthusiastically
~ call out your name if you have it on your shirt
~ clap and dance
~ play music
~ hold inspiring banner
~ bring out hoses on hot days
~ hold out their hand so you can slap it slightly while running by, especially in the early miles
~ give out pretzels…
~ …maybe even shot glasses of cold beer during the last few miles

Personally I don’t love spectators so much that:

~ that try to cut into your path…
~ … or try to run in front of you by first sprinting and then slowing down to a crawl
~ throw ice cubes down your neck (unless asked to do so on very hot days)
~ stand at mile 13 of a marathon and hold banners that read “YOU ARE ALMOST THERE” – save your effort! Mile 13 is not “almost there”, it means you made it to the half way point and know exactly what still lies ahead
~ yell “YOU ARE ALMOST THERE” (see above)
~ hold banners right in your face
~ try to swat you with their hand
~ douse you in sticky liquid
~ are drunk and disorderly

So, next time you are out on the sidelines of a race course try to be civil. By all means cheer, scream, dance, play music, wave your pompons, ring your cow bells, give us support, but please refrain from doing anything that could potentially harm a runner or get in the way of him or her reaching the finish line in the best shape possible. Be mindful and we love to see you at the next race! GO SPECTATOR!

Today’s Running Tip: Involve your family!

If no one in your family is into running like you are get them involved in races by having them come out as your own personal support crew. Handing you a chilled drink, your favorite long run snack, and especially lend emotional support. If it’s a local race have them volunteer!

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Over my Dead Body

Posted by Chris on September 8th, 2009

So! About that health (s)care debate that has been sweeping the lands of the free for what seems to be a few months too many…

I have seen a lot of bullshit in my life! A LOT! After living through almost eight years of code orange (WTF?), walking through the airport security line almost stripped to the bare essentials, having shampoo, lotions (thank you SFO, I am sure one of your TSA agents is still enjoying smelling like roses) and water confiscated, begging the terminal shop clerk to give me her small zip lock bag because I had once again forgotten to pack my hand sanitizer and emergency toothpaste into one before rushing to the gate, wondering if shady figures in black suits would one day show up at my front door because I liked to check out the Al Jazeera website just to get a glimpse at their perspective, trying my hardest to translate into proper English what the then President was telling us, and wondering what exactly his sidekick was up to, I thought that on January 20th, 2009 ridiculousness had finally retired. We should be so lucky!

And not only has ridiculousness not retired, it has been elevated to a whole new level! Nation! We are no longer fighting the War on Terror (WTF?), we are now fighting the War on Death Panels (WTF?). Yes, that’s right, and I am sure you have heard of them, unless you have been hiding under a rock. If you have, stay there until it’s all over! If ever! But hopefully soon! Because while the deba(te)cle seems to be going on endlessly your grandma might not die as she has GOVERNMENT RUN health insurance and care but your daughter might, because she had bronchitis as a child that left her with scar tissue that insurance giants in this country of ours deemed a “pre existing condition”, even though she had two full physicals, three CT scans (that showed as much as zero changes within one year), notes from two different doctors that explain that what we are looking at is benign and not a health risk, even though she is an avid runner that finishes races, including marathons, in the top in her age groups.*

But I am rambling.

It is not so much that the disagreement about “public option” has me all miffed, no, what really ticks me of is the amount of misinformation, misconception, PRE conception, and fear mongering that has been making its way through the ranks of the uninformed. But then I have to remind myself that the majority of our fellow citizens cannot name one branch of government, nor do they realize the state they reside in has two senators, and let’s not even ask them who their representative is, because it might leave you weeping…

So here we are, in the 21st Century, and there are still people out there who take pride in a health “care” system that on average leaves 46 million Americans uninsured (86 million at any given time in any given year). Forty Six Million!!!! In fact some are so proud they will defend it with a gun. A big gun! (Although I am not foolish enough to believe that those proud gun toters are showing up in public with assault rifles because it is their constitutional given right. But that’s for another post). If that does not leave you nauseous from disgust I do not know what will.

Here we are, the wealthiest country on earth, a country that prides itself as setting the example for the rest of the free world, while millions of its citizens go without the medical care they desperately need. It blows my mind that some here actually argue that this is OK. That the uninsured somehow deserve to go without medical treatments, but don’t touch grandma, who at 88 years old has terminal cancer and needs a hip replacement, paid for by Medicare, a GOVERNMENT RUN health insurance program. Oh no, don’t you dare take that away from the frail and dying elderly. After all, it is our moral obligation to give them every single treatment they need no matter how outrageously useless it is in the long run, and how much it prolongs suffering and the inevitable. The hypocrisy is not lost on me.

These days I often think back to the times of my child- and early adulthood in Germany, a country that has (GASP!) universal health care. Not single payer! But universal, which means that every German citizen has health insurance and access to medical care! Every. Single. One! No one can be excluded based on health status. And no, it is not a single payer system like Canada and the UK. It is insurance based not unlike the system in the US, but insurance is provided on a non-profit basis. That insurance is paid for by payroll deduction, similar to the way we pay for Social Security coverage. And the German government, unlike the British government, does not own or operate hospitals and doctors are in private practice or are employees of hospitals. Workers and employers split the costs, with each contributing approximately 8% of payroll to 200 different “sickness funds”.  Coverage includes dental, prescription drugs and long-term care.  Germany spends 10.7% of GDP on health care, or an average of $3673 per citizen.

I cannot remember one time while I was growing up that anyone hesitated to go see their doctor(s) if they were sick or injured because they were worried about not being covered, out of pocket expenses and the bill that would be send to them afterwards. In fact no one ever saw a bill. Ever! If you needed to see a doctor, no matter what specialty, you would set up an appointment. If it was an emergency you would be seen the same day, in non emergency cases usually within a week or two (mostly within a week). You would show up to your appointment, give the front desk person your insurance information, got treated, send on your way with or without a prescription, and were done. There was no EOBs to look at, no bills to pay, nothing. If you needed a prescription filled you would go to the neighborhood pharmacy and get you medication, usually for a copay of approximately $2. If the doctor thought you needed to see a different specialist you would be referred and could see the specialist within a couple of weeks tops. And, btw, the same rules applied to dentistry, which is a whole other nightmare in this country.

People opposed to or skeptical of universal healthcare often bring up the fact that maybe I was just lucky I never had a major illness and therefore was spared the horrendous nightmarish scene a system would offer that provides health insurance to all, insurance and care that actually will not force you into bankruptcy. Or maybe I always had emergencies and therefore was seen promptly. What about anything elective or non emergency related? Well, I can guarantee you that I only had one emergency in my life, when I broke my cheekbone in 2nd Grade and my parents did not have to think twice about taking me to the emergency room, nor did they have to worry about the bill for a 10 day stay. The rest of my medical visits? All what one would call “elective” in this fine nation.

Yes, the doubters say, but what about hip replacements (for some reason hip replacements are always used as the prime example of shoddy practices in countries with universal health care. Maybe if Americans moved more they would not need to obsess so much about artificial joints!)? Admittedly, no one in my family has had to have a hip or two replaced, my grandmother however did have glaucoma and had to have individual surgeries in both eyes. Now, a cynic might tell you that she probably had to wait a year, if not longer for this surgery as it posed to emergent risk. Well here is news for you, cynic! Both were scheduled within a couple of weeks with one of the then best eye surgeons in Germany who happened to have his clinic just around the corner from where we lived.

Oh, they say, that was then, 20 years ago, it has probably all changed, universal health care is the death of old people after all. Let’s revisit an incident two years ago, when my dad, age 72, had to have a triple bypass. Was he put on a death panel list? Far from it. He was immediately transferred from the small hospital in the small town he lives in to a major cardiac center, where he received top of the line care. Then he was put into a cardiac rehab clinic that he referred to as the “Ritz Cardiac”, all for the out of pocket cost of a whopping $100. Did I mention he was 72 at the time?

So, understandably I have a very hard time with the pundits from the other side who want us to believe that providing health insurance to all Americans is going to kill grandma and and will make you wait in line for years when you need your hip replaced (there it is again!), if they replace it at all. Which brings me to the apparent nightmare that our neighbors up north have to deal with. The Canadian single payer system, which is supposed to be the death of all, but especially the old and frail as they are no longer an asset to society, a society that also owns more guns than the US but has far less shooting victims (good thing Dick Cheney never lived there to screw with their statistics). If I read the numbers from the Canadian Joint Replacement Registry correctly, there are more hip and knee replacements being done on 75-84 year olds than any other age group… Should we not stop and think about this for a minute? Or shall we just choose to continuously ignore the facts and run amok in a constant barrage of shouting matches and bold faced lies from the opponents, who by the looks of things have actually never lived anywhere but their own neighborhood. Or right wing politicians who take every opportunity they got to warn us that a public government run health insurance option might actually be popular. THE NERVE!!!

So, as the President prepares for his speech to Congress tomorrow night, let’s just take a moment and really think about what it is we are actually vilifying debating: making sure that every single American has access to medical care without going broke or dying in the process! Because that’s really what it’s all about and anyone who is against this, well, maybe they should take this opportunity to have their head examined!  If they can afford to do so!

*true story, because unfortunately we don't need to make this stuff up in America.

Today’s Running Tip: Preventing injuries!

Since a lot of us cannot afford to run to the doctor every week, it is important that we all prevent injuries in the first place, especially those that can be avoided. Runner’s World has a vast variety and tip of the trade on their website that are worth exploring!

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Always – Sometimes – Never

Posted by Chris on September 6th, 2009

I always:

~ obey the law, (except for the speed limit law)
~ remember birthdays
~ love someone forever
~ wanted an Old English Sheepdog
~ hydrate

I sometimes:

~ forget German words and expressions when I talk to my dad
~ watch F(ixed)OX “News”
~ miss Europe
~ eat breakfast for dinner
~ swear

I never:

~ want this country to regress~ wear wool
~ forget you
~ understand Sarah Palin
~ wear wool
~ miss the seasons

Today’s Running Tip: Always! Soemtimes! Never!

Always have a snack before a long run! Sometimes cut your long run short! Never try to push through intense pain!

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Take It and (get motivated to) Run Thursday

Posted by Chris on September 3rd, 2009

Lindsey, who has been Chasing the Kenyans for a while now is wondering how we motivate ourselves to run on days where running is the last thing you want to do. And she posted her question in today’s Runners’ Lounge.

This is actually a harder question to answer than I first thought. Because… I am actually never not motivated to run. Yes, you read that right! Even on “off” days, there is nothing that will keep me from heading out the door, even if it feels like a chore.

And it is certainly not a crime to think that running feels like a chore occasionally. Every runner – yes, even an elite one – has days where he or she has to drag themselves out the door for a training run. I call them “gray days”. On gray days I tell myself that I will only go for a couple of miles and see how I feel. Well, guess what? Once I get outside and warmed up I almost always run longer than I had planned. Once you have gone through all the trouble of putting on your gear and tying up your running shoes, once you have taken that initial first step, stopping is no longer an option. Ironically I have to push through most of my “gray” days during the summer months, when it is anything but gray outside and I almost exclusively have to train or run in 100+ degree weather with the sun beating down. In contrast to those of you who live in colder climates I actually use the tread mill a lot during the months of May, June, July, August, and September. Often, just the thought of another five miles running like a gerbil is daunting, but then once I get to 2.5 miles, all doubt is gone, wiped away by the thrilling realization that I can get the last half over with as well. (Once, while traveling for work while training for a marathon I had my last long run scheduled and since the hotel was located in a very industrial area with no sidewalks anywhere to be found I did the long run on the hotel tread mill. I can tell you that I will never ever try to run three hours on a tread mill ever again! And that’s no lie!)

A lot of runners I know go with the “I will only do a short run today” approach when they don’t feel motivated to run, and almost all of them end up running longer than planned.

On the other hand, there will be days when you will have every intention to run long, to run fast, or to run long and fast. You are motivated and inspired only to experience the disappointment of a less than stellar performance. You end up feeling tired, your legs feel like lead, you have a side nagging stitch. Keep going! By all means take it easy on those days, cut back on speed and mileage but keep going, then take the following day off for a rest. It is always better to rest than to push yourself. Overtraining can lead to exhaustion, chronic fatigue and injuries. And in the end you always have to think about the motivation of the race you are training for.

When I trained for my fist marathon I joined Team in Training. I have a stepdaughter, Adrienne, who has been fighting Hodgkin’s Lymphoma since she was diagnosed in 1996 at the age of 9. She alone, and seeing her deal with this disease for all those years, was inspiration for me to never give up. I realized that no matter how tired I was, how difficult the training had become, or how inconvenient the time effort seemed, it could never compare to what Adrienne and so many others like her have to go through on a daily basis. Talk about “inconvenience”! No amount of training can compare to chemotherapy, no amount of exhaustion could compare to the fatigue she experienced from radiation. And my time commitment paled in comparison to Adrienne’s treatment schedule, which she kept while graduating elementary school, then middle, and high school and eventually college. And no one ever asked her about her motivation!

So, if the race alone is not enough motivation for you to get out and train, you might want to think about joining a charity and run for a cause. There are various ones to choose from you just need to find a chapter in your area. If you are joining Team in Training you will be training and completing the race in honor of a patient battling a blood related cancer and raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. These so called “Honorees” could be children or adults, and believe me that they will be a huge motivation to keep on going. In addition you will have access to coaching and like minded people, many of whom have never run before (either). TNT has trained 360.000 people for endurance events, marathons, centuries, triathlons, who have raised $850 million.

Besides charities you can always join a local running club. There are many out there in almost every city and town, who are always looking for new recruits. You can find them by searching online or asking around in local sports stores. By joining you will always have the guarantee of meeting like minded, dedicated runners that can help you during the training.

Of course you don’t have to join a charity or running club to get yourself motivated. Maybe it is your New Year’s Resolution to finally get fit, maybe you have always wanted to finish a marathon, maybe it is your friend, the avid runner, who got you excited, or maybe you simply want to prove to yourself that it is possible to push yourself. Whatever it is, whatever gets you up earlier than usual instead of hitting the snooze button for the tenth time, whatever gets you into your running shoes after work instead of onto the couch, try to make it into a personal mantra.

And then paste your mantra to your mirror if you have to so you can remind yourself every day why you are doing this. It might seem like an odd thing to do but picking a short phrase that you can play over and over in your head while running can help you stay focused and centered. It can be your inner motivation when you need it most. Finding such mantra is not as difficult as you may think. It can pop into your head at any time, as you are listening to your iPod, chatting with one of your running buddies, or flipping through a (running) magazine. Pick one that fits your running style and personality: “Easy does it!”, “Harder, faster, stronger!”, or “Never give up!”

Your personal mantra will also accompany you as you go about your daily routine and will remind you to stay on track with your training. Steve Prefontaine once said “You have to wonder at times what you are doing out there. Over the years, I have given myself a thousand reasons to keep running, but it always comes back to where it started. It comes down to self-satisfaction and a sense of achievement.”

Another great motivator is a reward. After reaching a new milestone – you ran 20 miles, you finally got under 7 minutes while doing mile repeats – treat yourself to that cool new running shirt you saw in the store or get a massage. If you allow yourself small rewards you feel energized which in turn will reinforce your commitment to training.

And never forget to have fun! Because that’s really what it’s all about. Don’t make running another stress factor in your life. Instead of “no pain, no gain” think “no fun, no run”!

Part of the fun of training can be the food you will need to eat to keep you energized and properly fueled.

And of course there is no greater reward than the endorphin high that stays with you all day after a good run and the sense of accomplishment! It can be addicting…

Today’s Running Tip: Need more motivation? Read on!

A Second Life!!! Come on, people! Being able to run your uninjured body down the road should be motivation enough!!!

New York’s Finest – still daunted by the 5 miler you had planned?

Small Miracle – do you really have reason to whine about how early you have to get up?

I am a Runner – if she does not have you running for the hills, I don’t know what will!

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