Don't Forget To Take Time To Stop And Smell The Newsprint

One of my Monday responsibilities is to post the stories to Facebook from today's issue. This has given me the opportunity to read the columns done by my fellow writers, something that I didn't always accomplish earlier on. This Monday's opinion page is particularly good. Three in particular caught my attention.

Pavel Slepicka did a story on a historic photo that came in that documented Charles Lindbergh stopping off at the booming metropolis that is Sorento. Link: My Turn

Patricia Brink heartwarmingly wrote about taking "mental pictures" of a family gathering. Link: "Pen To Paper"

The third is the memorial prayer from the Old Settlers community church service, which I heard Mary read twice - once at the service and once the day before for practice. While the written version lacks something that the spoken version has, especially when my beautiful wife does it, it's still a great way to remember those who have left this earth for greener pastures. I was particularly touched that Mr. D (Ron Deabenderfer, the prayer writer) included my grandfather, who passed away last winter. Link: Memorial Prayer

I don't always like everything that my contemporaries do (usually, but not always), but these three really caught my attention in different ways - mainly through my thirst for knowledge  and through my heart.

The columns done by Pavel and Mrs. Brink in particular made me want to get back to column writing, which has been a casualty of a rather hectic schedule that will only become more so when the high school sports season starts in a couple hours. Hopefully I'll be able to find time to knock out a few "Center & Guard" pieces in the near future. If not, hopefully I can put my own unique stamp on my other work, however small that stamp may be.

Sanity Is Overrated

This column originally appeared in the July 24 edition of The Journal-News.

On Wednesday morning, I made my routine stop at the Litchfield Police Department to pick up the accidents from the last week. After exchanging pleasantries with the friendly faces in the dispatch room, Police Chief Lee Jarman said that he had heard a bad rumor about me.

"I heard that you did the Big Dawg Dare?" he said. "Are you crazy?"

Proudly, I can say that I am. Two years after covering the inaugural 5K obstacle course run in Litchfield, I finally took the plunge myself and participated in the race this past Saturday, July 19. Notice that I was careful to choose my words in the previous sentence, using "participate" instead of "run."

As a physical specimen that is more fleet of truck than fleet of foot, I ended up walking most of the race and came in 289th out of 290 with a time of 1:12:50.41. While my time was a little slower than I originally hoped, I'm happy with the fact that I merely finished the 3.1 mile torture test after promising to run it last year, then reneging when we accidentally scheduled our vacation for that weekend.

Granted I probably could have run more of the course than I did, and may have saved a little time if I didn't stop to help my brother-in-law Scott try to find his wedding ring, which he lost on the giant slip-and-slide just before the one mile mark. Everyone has been very encouraging in the fact that I gave it a try and didn't give up, regardless of what my time was.

Despite the Big Dawg Dare being the most physically challenging thing that I have done in my 33 years, I never once thought of quitting. Not when I slipped going into the water at the drainage pipe and landed face first (Mary has a dynamite picture of both my splashdown and my misery afterwards). Not when it took me four times to get over the hay bale because I have the vertical leap of a tree stump. And not when I had to bear crawl through the muck, not once, not twice, but four times at different points on the course, the last of which came at the finish line and left me looking like something that crawled out of a swamp in a bad science fiction movie.

Whenever things got tough, I remembered what Brian Hollo told me when I sat down with him for an interview about the inaugural event, that all of the obstacles would be challenging, but safe and doable. That's a pretty good description. Besides the fiasco with the hay bale, nothing really seemed impossible. A couple of times I was worried about losing a shoe in the mud or falling down a hill, but overall I figured that as long as I took my time, I'd make it okay.

Like most of the people there, I benefitted from having a pretty awesome cheering section throughout the course. My beautiful wife Mary was there to not only document the race for The Journal-News, but also to spur me on when I needed it, although I think she enjoyed my many miscues as much as my successes. My parents were also there - my mom to help watch my daughter Grace while Mary took pictures and my dad, because I think he assumed that I was going to die and he didn't want to miss it.

One of the biggest helps though were the random acts of encouragement that happened throughout the race, which came from volunteers, other racers and those who simply came to cheer on the participants. Almost every person I came across on the course was upbeat and positive, even if I looked like evidence of the zombie apocalypse.

To me, that was the best thing about the race. I saw very few somber faces cross the finish line. Determined, yes, but not somber. Regardless of whether you were running for the big bucks, like Litchfield grad Caleb Thompson, who finished in the top three for the third consecutive year, or just out for a casual 5K jaunt through the mud like myself, each participant left the course with a feeling of accomplishment, which was pretty cool.

So cool, I think I'll do it again. My biggest mistake from when I ran my first 5K in 2011 was that I didn't have another goal that would keep me running. I'm not going to make that same mistake twice and I've already verbally committed to doing another race, this one benefitting autism awareness with my sister Mikaela, who also did the Big Dawg Dare with me on Saturday, but in a much faster time.
I figure if I don't fall off the wagon this time and can do a few races with Miki, then I should be able to shave a few minutes off this year's Big Dawg Dare time, providing that her husband doesn't lose his ring again.

But even if I don't, I'll still have the satisfaction of knowing that I accomplished something that a lot of people aren't even willing to try. Like I said early, I'm proud to call myself crazy in that regard, but even prouder to be a "Big Dawg."

One of my finer moments from Saturday's Big Dawg Dare.

Ready Or Not - Most Likely Not

It has been approximately two weeks since my last update and I'm here to tell you that I'm in the best shape of my life and I am ready for the Big Dawg Dare, which is about 10 hours away.

Of course that's a huge lie. I fell off the proverbial workout wagon around the same time my blog posts stopped. At first the reason for the slow down was due to my knee, which politely asked me to stop running by sending sharp pains to my brain any time I moved it. Once the pain was gone, we went on  vacation, which is not a great excuse, but it's the one I am using.

I'm also blaming vacation for my horrendous eating habits. If God didn't want people to be fat, he wouldn't have created Pappy's Smokehouse and Donut Stop, which are two of my new favorite places.

On the bright side, I know I can do this tomorrow. They may have to time me with a sundial but I can do it. The key is just going to be to keep moving and don't let myself get too down. Even if I walk the entire race, that's still an accomplishment just to finish. But for the record, I won't walk the whole thing and plan to push myself to do my best. 

Another positive note is that I've decided to not make the same mistake I did after my first 5k. I thought I would be able to take some time off then restart running, even if I didn't have another 5k in mind. The break came, but the restart never did. To prevent history from repeating itself, I've already picked out my next race, which will be a 5k for autism awareness with my sister Mikaela, who is also doing the Big Dawg Dare with me as well.

I take a small amount of credit in getting Mikaela hooked on running (the first 5k she did was the one I did as well), but she's a big reason why I am trying to get back in shape through running. Her commitment to a healthier lifestyle and her improvement in the races she has done since the first one is inspiring and had brought us closer together.

That's one of the reasons I'm looking forward to the race tomorrow. I know that whether it takes me 40 minutes or four hours, it's going to be a lot of fun and something my family and I will always remember. See you at the finish line!

Days 'til the Dare: 1

Yes Wii Can

I had every intention of running today, but it just didn't work out. Grace had physical therapy this morning so I delayed my run until after work. Usually this would be a terrible idea due to the sweltering July heat, but today's weather cooperated and I head out to Beckemeyer around 5:30.

I started out just walking, partly because I was talking to Mary on the phone, but also because my knees felt like an 88 year old man. And by that, I mean they feel the same way an 88 year old man's knees might feel. I don't go around feeling 88 year old men. Just wanted to make that clear.

After three laps, I felt like I should do some running, so I made my way out to the goals for some off asphalt work. I ran the first three rounds straight through, going down and back and down again before walking back to my original starting spot. My knees hurt a little, but I figured I was good to go.

Wrong. I tried again and my left knee revolted. Nothing popped, nothing snapped, nothing shot out of my skin like a catapult full of cartilage. It just hurt. Kind of a lot. So I quit while I was ahead, or at least before I got behind.

Instead, Mary and I decided to do some cross  training  with a Wii Sports tournament after Grace went to bed. If you haven't caught on yet, anything but sitting on the couch, I now consider cross training.

We played a couple games of tennis bowling and the fitness test (26 mother truckers!), all of which I destroyed Mary in. While I didn't get a whole lot of excercise from it, unlike Mary, who plays tennis like she's actually in the court, running the living room like her glory days as HHS  tennis MVP in 1998, I did have a lot of fun. Except when Mary clubbed me with her controller during a particularly spirited rally. That kinda hurt.

Regardless of whether this helps me at the Big Dawg Dare (it won't), I had a blast and I'll be ready to train again after somebody takes the hot knife out of my leg. 

Days til the Dare: 16

Selfie after our epic Wii Sports tournament, which I won with ease.

Countdown To Collapse

Inspiration can come in many different forms. On Tuesday, it came in the form of one of three text messages I received before I woke up at 7 a.m.

"Just finished my workout for America. Suggest you do the same."

That was from Travis, one of my best friends who helped get me hooked on soccer. He also sent me a text that encouraged me to "get the (expletive deleted) up it's game day!!!!!", one of two texts pertaining to America's game with Belgium today (the other came from my brother-in-law who informed me he was taking off work at 9... for a game that started at 2 p.m. his time).

But I digress. I had already decided I was going to run today, despite some minor knee pain and the unquenchable desire to roll over and go back to sleep, but with Travis' 'Merica rallying cry, I threw on my American Outlaws bandana and found the "USA, USA, USA" playlist on Spotify.

This provided the second surge of inspiration. The playlist contained a nice mix of arena rock and hip hop, all up tempo and solid to run to. I decided to run the straightaways for three laps at Beckemeyer, then do some running in the grass between the two soccer goals.

Although my knees and lungs rebelled against this idea, I managed to run both straightaways on all three laps, with the help of Europe's Final Countdown on the final lap. While I found it odd that a band named after a decidedly non-American continent was on a playlist with not one but three USAs in its name, Final Countdown is my go to song in big game situations. I even catch myself humming it when I'm covering postseason play for the paper.

After the countdown hit zero, I hit the grass, which was apparently the cue for the playlist to switch to hip hop. I'm not a huge rap fan, but for running, you can do worse than Ludacris and Bonecrusher. Near the end of my workout, I was beginning to wear down. Then Eminem's Til I Collapse came on and struck a chord with me. I'm hit and miss with Marshall Mathers, don't like his goofy stuff, love his more serious work. 

While the song is about the rap game, a lot of the lyrics translate well to running, particularly Nate Dogg's work in the chorus. 

"Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out; Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps. I'ma rip this sh*t till my bone collapse."

The only thing I smoke is pork tenderloin, but the other than that, the lyrics were pretty inspiring. I managed to do 20 minutes of running on grass, including something that almost resembled a sprint at one point.

Ultimately a text message or a song isn't going to make or break my performance at the Big Dawg Dare, but it's kind of nice to know that there is something out there that can get me going, even when I'd rather be in bed.

Days til the Dare: 18

My workout for America.

Going For The Goal

Between watching Grace in the morning and going to the Raymond Independence Day festivities in the evening (plus an afternoon nap with the monster that I refuse to feel guilty about), I wasn't able to make it out to Beckemeyer on Saturday. But Sunday was a new day and with the encouragement of my beautiful wife Mary, I did run some today. For some reason my knees felt like someone hit them with a sledge hammer, so the first few laps were pretty rough as I pretty much just ran the front straightaway and part of the back.

After three laps, I decided to try something different. Big Dawg Dare veteran Bill Flemming recommended that I strengthen my ankles before the race because running on asphalt is much different than running on grass. With this in mind, I took a detour for the final 15 minutes of my workout. The playground at Beckemeyer has two soccer goals located in the yard, probably 75 or 80 feet apart. To get used to running on grass, I decided to run from one goal to the next, then walk back, lather, rinse and repeat. 

I'm not sure how many times I did this, but probably close to 10 or 12. I noticed right off that there is a huge difference in the two surfaces, which was pointed out even further when I almost rolled my ankle on my first step. By the end though, I think I adapted pretty well and the only other time I almost hurt myself was when I relaxed too much and landed awkwardly on my next to last run.

Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way, but I think doing other things besides just running is really going to help me at the Big Dawg Dare, even if I'm not quite in 5K shape. My brother Daniel recommended running stairs as well, so I'll probably try to do that sometime this week. I have a feeling that I won't look much like Sylvester Stallone during that famous Rocky scene on the stairs, but as long as I don't trip and fall down them, I reckon I'll be happy.

Days til the Dare: 20

Pushing For Progress

No running today, but I definitely got a workout as I push mowed the yard again. Admittedly last time, I'm not sure how much it really helped, in large part due to the hour break for lunch. But this time I mowed two hours straight and definitely felt it afterward.

Through fairly thick grass (not necessarily deep, but just hard to push through) and some minor hills, I pushed, pulled and drug my mower until I was finally done. I definitely mowed at a slightly quicker pace than last time as well, due to the impending rain. That pace is probably the biggest reason I found my legs a little more sore than usuall this afternoon.

While I didn't make it to the track today, I should have time tomorrow. My anticipation of the Big Dawg Dare has now gone from dread to excitement. I know full well that I will probably finish closer to the bottom than the top, but the sense of accomplishment is going to far outweigh any disappointment in my time. Can't wait.

Days til the Dare: 22

I Would Do Anything For Love...

So for the first time in almost a week, I made it back out to the track at Beckemeyer on Thursday. For whatever reason, my motivation really waned over the last seven days - partly due to lack of sleep and partly due to lack of effort on my part.

But today I decided to get back on the proverbial horse, waking up at 7:30 and doing six laps at the elementary school. While my running is really more of a jog and I only did both straightaways for the first three laps (and just running the front straightaway on the other three), it did feel good to get back outside and be active.

The biggest reason for my renewed vigor today came from a conversation with Litchfield wrestling coach Brian Lee on Wednesday. Brian and I were discussing our chosen professions and our love for them, despite the fact we occasionally feel like seething stuck to the bottom of a show on some days. Despite some differences in our jobs, both of us pour almost every thing we have into the thing we love - wrestling for Brian and writing for me. 

As I was driving home from Litchfield, I began to think about our conversation. If I put that kind of effort into taking care of my work, why don't I put that kind of effort into taking care of myself. With my family history and current less than ideal lifestyle choices, I know that I need to make some changes if I'm going to be around as long as I'd like to be. Granted rolling out of bed instead of slapping the snooze button is a small victory, it is a victory nonetheless and even the longest races start with one single step.

Days til the Dare: 23

The Grass Is Always Greener

Today started my first day of "cross training" for the Big Dawg Dare, although that wasn't really my intention. Originally the plan was to mow my yard in the morning, we were beginning to lose small objects and children in the overgrowth, then squeeze a run in between the Raymond truck pulls and the MCCA Celebration of Life.

That plan went south when I didn't start mowing until 10:30 a.m. and stopped at noon to eat lunch with Mary and Grace. I still probably had a half hours work left to do, which would have cut me pretty close if I would have tried to sandwich in a run. 

So I cut my losses and tried to think positively. I always mow my front yard with the push mower but did even more today, basically because it felt good to be up and moving. My original plan was to finish off the back with my rider but my mower had other ideas. I had issues with it dying two mows ago, but last week it ran like a top. Not so much this week.

I made two passes when the old girl died and wouldn't start back up. In reality, it was kind of a blessing in disguise as I was contemplating pushing the whole thing anyway. So rather than ride along the last few laps, I pushed it. I know that push mowing isn't necessarily strenuous excercise, but I figured it would be good for me even if it didn't prep me for the race.

Push mowing wasn't my only "cross training" on the day though, somehow my mower managed to die on the side of a small hill next to my house, which along with the sloped driveway made pushing my rider a little interesting. Ultimately though, the yard was mowed, I got a little excercise in and I discovered how nice it was to just be up and active. 

In fact, unless I'm in a hurry, I will probably push mow the whole thing the rest of the year, which may be required if my mower continues to be nothing more than an oversized lawn ornament. Herschelman curse - we get great parking spots, but everything mechanical we own breaks down. Such is life.

Days til the Dare: 28

My training partner/new push mower.

Who's Up For A Stroll

After a couple days off due to a busy Wednesday and recuperating Thursday, I made it back out to Beckemeyer today and was lucky enough to have some company. Mary and Grace were nice enough to join me on the track as I continue to get my wind back before the Big Dawg Dare on July 19. Mary isn't much of a runner, but she loves to walk and Grace has inherited that trait, although her laps are always from the comfort of her stroller.

As we have done many times before, we scooped Grace up after her nap and headed out for a walk to stave off any post-slumber grouchiness. It almost always works, with a cup of water and some animal crackers added in to sweeten the pot. Today's plan was a little different from our usual jaunts, where Mary and I take time to catch up on our helter skelter lives. Today I would walk with Mary and Grace until the straightaways, which I would run. I would the turn around and run back, joining my girls until the next straightaway. 

The first part went really well, but the second running part not so much. I ended up just walking back to Mary and Grace, which gave me some extra time to regroup before the next run. This meant that I was doing basically the same amount of running, but a little more walking. Besides the benefit of not hyperventilating, the extra walking time also allowed me extra time to talk to Mary, which I consider as important to my mental health as running is to my physical health. Nothing brightens my day more than hearing about hers'.

The chats between runs also helped reinforce why I am doing this. At 33 years old and almost 260 pounds, it was time for me to make a change in my lifestyle before it was too late. High blood pressure, high cholesterol and a high number on the scale spell nothing but trouble if left alone. I will not be one of those people who misses their 20th anniversary because they are six feet under due to poor health choices. I will not be the one to miss his daughter's wedding because he's too sick to get out of bed, or worse.

What I will be is dedicated to becoming more healthy. I'll probably never be a marathoner or a gym rat, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to be around for Mary and Grace. 

Days til the Dare: 29

Grace and Mary joined me on my run today. Despite this less than impressed look, Grace is a big fan our walks.

You Can Sleep When You're Dead

For the second day in row, I hit the track at Beckemeyer for a morning run. It didn't go quite as well as yesterday, but I still managed to do six laps, running the straightaways on the first lap, before just running the back straightaway for the next five laps (btw, today's playlist was Dropkick Murphys, love me some bagpipes). 

Cutting down my work was more self preservation than anything. I was pretty sore from my first strenuous physical activity in a while, but I kind of expected that. Unfortunately, it feels like I bruised the outside portion of my left foot too, probably due to my crappy running form. Despite these two things, I still managed to get a half hour im and really felt good.

I did realize one more thing I need to work on - sleep. I do pretty good on not a lot of sleep, but I might be more productive the rest of the day if I got more than six hours of sleep. Obviously it's too late for tonight (stupid new iPhone and your addictive features like the Blogger ap), but tomorrow will be a different story. Or maybe the next night. Promise.

Days til the Dare: 32

Run Straight, Turn Left

Today was the day of no return so to speak. It was either hit snooze and stay in bed or roll out of bed, lace up and hit the road. I chose the latter. At 7 a.m. I took the first step in getting in shape for the Big Dawg Dare and ran outside for the first time in a long time, possibly since I did the 5k in Champaign just before Grace was born.

While I usually prefer to run on a treadmill, I thought the great outdoors would better prepare me for July's race. While the track at Beckemeyer Elementary School isn't exactly littered with water hazards, cars and cargo nets, it does offer a good starting point for me. So with my cellphone cranking out a rock playlist I found on Spotify, I hit the pavement.

Starting off slowly, I decided to run the straightaways and walk the curves, something my brother Daniel recommended I do when I was training for the first 5k. The first thing I realized was that my running form wasn't exactly picture perfect. I tried to avoid heel striking early on, but quickly reverted to my old form to focus on breathing more, hence I don't pass out.

My other revelation was that I can probably do this. The start of training for my last 5k was such a spectacular failure, I almost quit before I really started. But today was different. I know it's not a huge accomplishment but I managed to run the straightaways for all but two of the laps I completed (I lost count but six or seven in a half hour). One of the full lap walks came about at the midway point, when I really struggled with the last straightaway the lap before. The other was a cool down lap just before the end of my workout.

Oddly enough, it started to sprinkle just as I was finishing the last lap as if God was saying "enough for today Kyle". Just as I walked through my back door, the floodgates opened and it started pouring. With Mary and Grace still asleep, I spent the next 15 minutes or so stretching, listening to the rain and thinking about my morning. Attitude is going to be key to this process. If I think I'm going to struggle, I will. But I take this experience for what it is, it could turn out to be something fantastic - for my overall physical health and mental health as well.

Days til the Dare: 33

Well hello there old friends. Long time no see.

Sh*t Or Get Off The Pot

   I thought I would give everyone an update on my progress since the last time. There is none. That's not exactly true, but I haven't grabbed the proverbial bull by the proverbial horns so to speak. I've eaten somewhat better and my weight is down from last Monday, but I have yet to get my excercise routine on track. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Except the whole spirit is willing part. 

   My brother-in-law Scott jokingly said today that I shouldn't train at all, but part of me wants to follow that route. With my work schedule and Grace's therapy, it would be much easier to just continue on my current path and take on the Big Dawg Dare cold. Granted that this will almost certainly kill me, but the thoughts still in my head. 

   Despite the temptation, I think I will go a different route. Tomorrow I am going to try to get up and either go "running" outside or head to Fusion for some kind of workout. You will find out tomorrow how it went or if I come back to my blog with my inactive tail betweeny legs. Only time will tell.

Days til the Dare: 34

Baby Steps

So I am still working my way up to a full blown exercise regimen but until thing, I'm just going to do what I can. Today Grace and I walked up to see Mary at the paper then made the trip back to Westwood. Not exactly running a marathon, but much better than my previous inaction. Plus I got to have some quality time with Grace Lou and got to see my favorite person in the whole world. As Ice Cube said, today was a good day.

Days til the Dare: 37

Me and my workout partner. In case you're wonder, she is shocked at how sweaty I am after just a walk uptown and back.

Countdown To Cardiac Arrest: In the beginning...

So, I haven't written much here, or at all, in the last year but I think my entry into the 2014 Big Dawg Dare should really provide some good column fodder. Right now I get winded getting out of bed, so training for a 5K where I have to climb over cars should go swimmingly. Look for the first entry in the next few days.

Countdown To Cardiac Arrest: 38 days