Unexpected Consequences and Life Impact

It looks like I started this blog in 2009 and did a lot of posting at first, but now rarely do.  I hope to change that by using some of the habit-changing tools I’ve recently learned about.  In fact there are a bunch of things I want to change.

“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”-Aristotle

This post is about an influential person in my life… and gratitude. And being grateful is a habit I want to cultivate.

We all affect everyone we come in contact with. Positive or negative, our actions can have long-reaching and frequently unforeseen influence. This is the story of one such individual.

This person is a man I worked with 20 years ago and he literally changed my life, but I doubt very much he knows it.

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Rocky Sample.

I know, I know…there is a big kerfuffle these days about the use of the word “literally” when you really mean “figuratively”…but Rocky LITERALLY changed my life and changed it so completely that barely a day goes by that I don’t feel his influence.  We weren’t really friends.  At times we weren’t even particularly friendly.  He was a manager and I was a machine operator so our social circles didn’t overlap.  He was also a little older than me. But he helped me discover  a passion that I had denied since childhood.  I was 36.

In grade school I was the kid that was always coming up with excuses to miss gym class. In high school, I was harassed and teased about my lack of aptitude and coordination with any activity involving a ball.  Consequently I identified myself as a non-athlete and experienced a fair amount of shame about it as a result.  By my mid 30’s I was a middle aged father of 2 that smoked 2 packs of cigarettes a day and stayed far away from any real exercise. My wife and I  lost our baby weight together after child number one, and after number 2 was born, we set out to do it again.  20 minutes of elevated heart rate was the absolute minimum daily physical activity prescribed by the particular diet plan we followed.  My pride prevented me from being seen doing  aerobics with a videotape ( a WHAT?) on vacation in front of my father-in-law, so I decided a good way to get my heart rate up for the Minimum Daily Activity was to jog for 10 minutes down the road then turn around and jog 10 minutes back.

When we returned from our July 4th vacation, I was blabbing at work  to anyone that would listen-including Rocky- about how I jogged 1.7 miles.  Rocky said  ” You should run the Sycamore Pumpkin Fest 10K in October.”  “10K?” I asked. “How far is that?”  “6.2 miles.” he answered. “Yer friggin’ nuts.” I opined, but I got out on the road and increased my mileage in my now-familiar haphazard fashion, learning the hard way about plantar fasciitis and runner’s nipple.

When we came to the end of October 1996. I donned my cotton t-shirt, cotton gym shorts, and a monstrous pair of Nike Air Pegasus running shoes, took off at the starting gun, and marveled at myself for what I was doing: RUNNING in a RACE…with people I had heretofore identified as kooks, crazies, and whack-jobs!  Around the 5-mile mark I saw a familiar face in the thinning crowd ahead of me.  It was Rocky! I trotted past him after a brief greeting and plowed through the remaining 1.2 miles with a huge grin on my face.  I further amazed myself by kicking the last 100 yards and passed a couple more runners.

 

They say the difference between a jogger and a runner is a race number. During the ensuing 19 years I’ve run too many 10K’s to count, a handful of 5Ks, a couple half-marathons, four 30K’s, two full marathons, several sprint triathlons, a few olympic tri’s and a 1/2 ironman (70.3 mile) tri.  I went out and ran almost 6 miles before dinner the other night just because it felt good.

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I guess the kids on the playground were wrong.

I AM an athlete. I am a runner.  Thank you, Rocky.

You don’t get what you pay for.

” A word to the wise ain’t necessary…It’s the stupid ones that need advice.”  Bill Cosby

My college-age daughter expressed an interest in running the Sycamore Pumpkinfest 10K this year, and I proceeded to give her some advice on getting to that level quickly.

What is real value of advice?  Last winter I told my doctor (a marathon runner) of my goal to reclaim my athletic lifestyle.  He warned me about taking on too much too quickly.  He said starting running at my weight could incur injury, and the last thing I wanted was to frustrate myself by becoming injured so I couldn’t run.  What he didn’t know was that I was Kenny King: CYBORG. My legs were so strong after many years of biking and running that they would quickly adapt and actually become stronger than ever before.  I had 15+ years of experience as a runner and triathlete to back up my efforts. I know how to “listen to my body”. So I ran.  240 lbs on a 5’8″ frame takes a lot of energy to move down the path.  What was required to improve my endurance?  More running.  I don’t know how many times I hobbled/limped across the family room in the evening, suffering the jeers and sarcasm of my children about my age/weight/abdominal protrusion before I finally “listened to my body”.  It took me weeks to realize that the plantar fasciitis I have been plagued with qualifies as an injury. I mean it really hurts.

So I paid a very educated man a lot of money that I  chose because of his special knowledge of my individual goals for his best professional advice and promptly ignored it with the predicted result.

So to Jessica: Go running every day, listen to your body, read all you can about running, get some good shoes and a stick of Body-Glide.  But I don’t think you need my advice.