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All the pieces

My latest coaching gig began last night. It was the first night in a long time that I ran. If I think about it, it’s sort of embarrassing. I mean, to some extent I’m kind of an ambassador of sorts to the activity. And yet, there I was actually avoiding running for weeks. I was feeling a little bit shy to actually get out there. Well, shy or not, I just had to set that all aside. Compared to some of my previous clinics this is a relatively smaller one. All the same, I have to pump out the positivity. Every single bit matters, right?

On Monday night there was a really heavy dumping of snow in the Toronto area. By Tuesday the temperature rose well above freezing meaning that much of the snow had melted down into pools of slush on the sidewalks. During the run my clinic members gingerly sidestepped around everything. I tried to encourage them to just plow through the puddles. I set an example by doing so myself. I ended up with cold soaked shoes, but I didn’t mind. Nasty, but a good reminder about the joys of running through winter.

When I got back to the store, I got my street wear together and headed for the change room. As I sat down I started peeling off my cold socks. As I did my wrinkly shrivelled feet seemed to gasp for air. All of a sudden I had to just pause. I wasn’t about to cry or anything but I knew that there was a thought there that was begging for attention. I wasn’t really able to put it all together until I took a moment to focus. That’s when it finally came to me. The result was mildly melodramatic, but so damn eloquent. After my long absence from running, having done a run among everyone else at the store: I felt whole again.

Swayed to teach

A couple of days ago I was at a restaurant up north of the city. I was meeting with a lot of my running buddies. We were having a Christmas drinks get together. All in all it was enjoyable. The bar was crowded at the time–there was a good energy permeating the place. It was there that a whole bunch of them were really trying hard to convince me to take on the next half marathon class. A few days prior to the party the store manager emailed me and asked if I was interested in taking on the class. I mean, I’ve done it three times before so I have a good sense of how things should go. All the same, there was a part of me that wanted to give it a pass. I wanted to take a break and focus on other things. I wasn’t sure what to do so I posted a question on Facebook asking my contacts for some guidance. The general response was that I had had enough rest and that I should accept. At the very least it would encourage me to at least continue running. Ever since my last race I’ve only gone for a run once. Terrible, eh? People have been telling me to get my ass back out there. I must say that I agree.

Anyway, back to the get together. That night so many people asked me to do it. They were all talking in positives. By the end of the night, I wasn’t entirely ready to commit but they really swayed me. Two days later I replied back to the manager and told him that I’d take it. There! Done deal! This class starts at the end of January. It’s far enough away that it satisfies my needs to get away for a while. What will be my goal for that class? I want to continue playing up the loud positive persona that I’ve taken up in my coaching duties. I want to stress to the class the idea of how both fast and slow people are worthy of respect. I want to continue making sure that I have contact with all people in the group despite the fact that I cannot move at a speed that would allow me to actually run with the front people. I’ve got so many ideas. Next year will be great.

Time to re-centre

We had a great turnout tonight at the post-race celebration dinner. I swear, this really was a celebration. Everyone that was there was in such a positive headspace. We were all sharing stories about our race results. It’s like everyone regaled each other with tales of triumph and perseverance. From what I heard a good number of people in the clinic actually attained a time of less than two hours. Given that the average is about 2:09, under 2 hours is rather fast. We had one person actually come in under 1:30. I know I say it every clinic, but this truly was a speedy clinic. I’m a bit sad that it’s over, but it’s time to let go. I’ve done a great job and they’ve benefitted. This downtime is my time to re-centre.

Up for the final time

Back on Tuesday, I stood in front of my running group for the final time in this clinic. I was animated as I tried to give last minute tips to my group of soon-to-be racers. My group was cheerful and in good spirits. And just like that the talk ended and they were all out for their 10K run. At some point I was sort of expecting to feel somewhat sad about the fact that it was all over. I mean, I was pretty happy with this group. They were enthusiastic and responded well to my style of coaching. So, knowing how I function I really thought that I’d somehow get emotional. I’m glad that I didn’t though. I was happy to send them out. I know I did a great job. A large portion of them are running a half marathon for the first time on Sunday. I have absolutely no doubt that these people are ready! They’ve trained earnestly and honestly over the past 17 weeks. All of the effort will surely pay off. I no longer play a role in their performance–it’s all up to them. Job well done, Jason. A time for rest will arrive soon enough.

Good at what I do

As you know I’m once again coaching a half marathon clinic. To some extent I seem to be well received as a coach. I do my best to inspire my group and keep them motivated. Even though this is now my third time leading this distance, it’s not like my leading style hasn’t changed. My emails still remain consistent. My routes are characteristic–if someone in the know saw one of my routes they’d be able to point out that it’s probably mine. No, to me I feel like me speaking style has changed. I would guess that the first time I ran this clinic I must have been a little shy and visibly nervous. There must have been nights where the doubt must have been visible in my eyes. These days I almost feel like I’m more open and a bit more brash when I talk. I trust that I know what I’m doing. I have a lot of knowledge to offer, and I’m going to make sure people listen. If people are doing something silly I’m going to call them out on it. I know what I want for my clinic. My goal is to get to the end with minimal injuries among the group. I will be vocal to make sure people are paying attention. Heh, of course, this isn’t to say that I’m strict. Nah, I do my best to maintain my levels of positivity. If not me, then who else, right? What I’m saying is that there’s no reason for me to be shy. I’m good at what I do. I know that people will benefit one way or another.

I’m good at this!

In talking with someone I know, we kind of identified the fact that I like to do awesome stuff to somehow get the approval of other people. ”Oh, I’m good at this! People are going to think I’m awesome!” I know it’s sort of neurotic-sounding when I frame things that way, but it’s sort of true. It’s part of why I coach. It’s part of why I do improv. It’s part of why I bake. It wouldn’t be uncommon of me to really go out of my way to do something to help out even though it would be a big time sucker for me and my personal time.

Over at my not-so-local Running Room they’re having a bit of a Canada Day potluck event on Wednesday. I wanted to contribute! I was thinking about it on my way back home from coaching. I would probably make glazed shortbread cookies, but that would require blocks of butter, which would require me to head to the store. By the time I get back it’d be about 9-ish, which would mean I have a few hours to get it all together. While I’m working on that I could multitask and work on coding a website that I volunteered to do. I could do that all while catching up on PVR’d episodes of shows that I’ve been meaning to catch up on. If I’m lucky I could get to sleep by 1 or 2 a.m. Hurray! Yeah, after outlining things that way, I decided to just let go of baking for the event. There’s just no sense in trying to cram that in. There’s no time! As much as it would be appreciated, it’s not a matter of life or death if I participate. And in not doing so people are not going to judge and say “Oh, Jason is so damn lazy!” There’s no need to kill myself for a bit of approval. If I bake it should be because I genuinely want to do it.

Growing crowd

Umm…there are 35+ people in my clinic. And with last minute sign ups the number is going to go up.

Hoooooly crap! Yes, it’s going to be a rocking clinic, but…holy responsibility.

Listening to the signals

So this was my last update to my Facebook wall from earlier today.

There’s a subtle difference between the body yelling “Stop, I’m a bit tired,” and “Stop, you’re going to do some damage to yourself.” The key is paying attention to the latter.

It’s a very good point if you ask me. There are times when the body is just fatigued but is capable of pushing onward. There are other times when the body really needs rest and pushing it would just be ill-advised. This morning I experienced something of the latter. On Saturday evening I prepped my stuff to head into the Running Room on Sunday morning. When the morning came, I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed. There was no pep. I just felt extremely heavy. By about 9 a.m., I figured that since I didn’t make it up north to RR I should at least run around my place. I put on my running gear, mapped out a 17K route and set out. From about 4K onward, I figured something was up. I was running, but it was feeling more difficult than it should have. Time seemed to drag on. I could feel my body going through the movements, but it just didn’t feel right. At the 8K mark, I decided to cut the route and head home. I felt almost disembodied. My mind felt like it was elsewhere because the body wasn’t doing what I wanted it to do. In the end, I still got 11K in, but it wasn’t what I had planned. Sure enough, about an hour after I came back I finally realized that I was running a bit of a fever. Oops. My body was under the weather. Good thing then that I stopped. See. That’s the importance to listening to the signals that the body is sending out, right? No big loss. In time I’ll be back out there and feeling better than ever.

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