282 days: Contemplative running

Quick recap: I have a plan to raise $10,000 for some awesome organizations by Sept. 22, 2013 – the day I run in Ironman Lake Tahoe. Over two and a half months in and so far we are a bit ahead of schedule. Raised so far: $3,050!

Today I had planned on writing about and thanking a couple of giant fundraising efforts that have generated a ton of positive feedback and donations to two great causes that benefit children in need. In just over the past week the efforts of Brian for the HerShe Group, and Papa Jeff & Suzanne for St. Jude Children’s Hospital, have raised a combined $1,560. Literally, in just 9 days. Amazing. I thank you deeply for your efforts.

I will write more about their efforts sometime soon and offer up a more hearty and robust “THANK YOU” – their efforts are outstanding.

But today I am left sitting here in front of my computer confused. Sad. Angry.

Yesterday, Thursday, I had a 40-minute tempo run planned, but I was a little bit wiped out. Since Friday is my usual rest day in this training cycle, I figured I would swap days. I am so glad I did.

Reading and watching the news stories of the tragic events that took place today in Newtown, CT, left me sitting here. Confused. Sad. Angry.

And even though it really doesn’t help the big picture problem, I am glad I had that run reserved for today. To help process all of this information. To vent it out a little bit. To try and make some sense of what this is all about. To get away from the Facebook posts, and prepare for the onslaught of punditry. I am usually able to work through most things in my head while on a long run or bike ride. But this time… no answers…

In a previous post I mentioned how in really hard races – my last Napa marathon and my two last 70.3 triathlons – I broke down in tears after the race was done. I was physically and emotionally spent. I also sometimes cry at movies and TV shows. But rarely anytime else. Not for the real world. And most certainly never while on a run or bike ride.

Well, almost never. Two years ago while training for the Napa Valley Marathon I would cry during my runs… a friend was very, very ill. And it pained me to think of it. It pained me to think of my relatives that I had lost to cancer. Every single run during that training cycle I shed tears.

But not since then.

Until now.

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