Monday, May 31, 2010

"I can't"

As I have embarked upon this journey and this mission to slay the dragon I have realized many things about life and about myself.

A year ago, I thought I had it all figured out. I was on track with a life that I thought I had wanted and everything seemed in place for my future. But I realized that:

1) we never know what other people may do, only what we ourselves do is in our control.

2) having a plan and being 'on track' checking off boxes along the way does not bring us happiness.

3) we are all capable of more than we can even imagine.

One thing, however, has not changed. Since as long as I can remember I have always hated when someone says, "I can't". This is because, very often, whatever they are naysaying they could do if they only applied themselves.

When I was in middle school I was lazy and confused. I didn't fit in with the people in the school and I had decided that I was dumb. When it came to school, I gave up trying and having expectations for myself. One day when I got another mediocre grade on an paper, my teacher at the time turned to me and said, "Ann, you are better than this." It was at that instant that I knew she was right and that I had been holding myself back. I rededicated myself to school with more focus then ever before. While I knew that I may not get straight A's, I knew that I had to do my best. I knew at that moment that I was doing this for myself and for no one else.

In graduate school there were many people whom put me down and told me I would never get my Ph.D. The darkness creeped back in and started to jade everything I did. I worked so hard I was hardly sleeping and hardly eating but still I didn't feel as if that were enough. My old method of hard work and determination didn't fit this new environment. One day a fellow student told me that I had what it took to succeed. From that moment on, that spark of positivity changed everything. I went from thinking I would fail no matter what I did, to thinking that I was going to pass the tests that I took. I started believing that the reactions that I set up would work. What I needed was not hard work, but self confidence... a new piece had been added to the puzzle.

Recently, I have been going through the hell that is a divorce. For those who have not gone through this, the only comparison I can think of is a death of a close family member. I thought many times that I didn't have the strength to go on. Many mornings after crying myself to sleep, the alarm would ring and I would think, "I can't" and then I would think to myself "get up and live." This was my life for months on end...putting one foot in front of the other. I put one foot in front of the other in a literal sense, running, even when I broke my wrist. One day someone came along and said to me, 'you can run fast, you are amazing'. A few days later I beat my 5K personal best by minutes, running faster than I had in my entire life. I feel that this new piece of perservance has shown its face in a new way. I already had knowledge and self confidence in my corner, but knowing that I was truly capable of anything was way different. That and doing something by myself with no support and totally for myself was also new.

While we may not have control over others, we have control over our own actions and saying that 'I can't' is limiting the endless possibilities that we have at our fingertips. And many people whom have said it in my presence will know I will correct them and say, "no, you can, you just choose not to." So I challenge you, what choice will you make?

I make the choice to slay the dragon, everyday.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

ANNual ROWLEY

So, I got up early this am to undertake my mission.... the 1st annual Rowley 5K

When I first found out about the race, I knew at once I had to run in it. Rowley is my maiden name which I am trying so desperately to get back and Annual makes it seem like my name is actually a nickname, which as a kid I always wanted.

That said, Rowley is a far way from Somerville, and as I hate driving... I was not looking forward to hauling my ass in a car all that way. SO, I hatched a plan. I would ride my bike to the race and then run it. I quickly glanced at the map.... 30 miles, totally doable. 9am race start time, I got this. Print out 'bike' directions from google, iPhone in tow, sunscreen, running shoes, water bottles, bike lock, Bailey bag, check.

Alarm rings, I shove some cereal and coffee down the hatch and I'm off. 6am... I have 3 hours to make it. All of a sudden I get a visual of a clock counting down like that lame ass show 24 and I'm Jack Bauer except my ass looks hotter in spandex and my bike is my weapon of choice.

I start following the iPhone directions (for walking) mainly because it seems like less turns. I ride and I ride. Through Medford and Malden and all seems well with the world, until 10 miles or so in I hit Route 1. Now, mind you, I am not a Mass native and rarely venture to towns named Saugus because really, who does?! I then see a highway and a sign with a big X through a bike. I catch my breath and my mind starts to race. Could I bike home and drive instead? Would there be enough time? Maybe I should just give up, this is silly and stupid anyway... I didn't even pay the registration fee, no harm no foul. But then I think, 'what is the point to a mission, if there is no risk of failure'. So I break out the Google directions, 53 turns in all, pair it up with my iPhone and see if there is a way to get back on track. I locate a juncture between my current location and the 'bike directions' and head off iPhone checked about every 5 min or so to make sure I'm getting back on track.

I then remember that website for the race said registration closes at 8:30 and think to myself that I must try and make it by then... but pray for a reprieve if I don't.

Pedaling faster and faster, I hit mid 20 MPH on the flats. My bag sits square in the middle of my back.... somewhat heavy but mainly seeks to create a sweaty mess. Finally, after crossing over 128 and 95, I hit route 1 again....it is now 8:40 and I am wondering 1) will I make it and 2) are they gonna laugh in my face when I want to register. I zip by a wild turkey, a sign for the 5K and in the distance I see the cherry top of the police escort for the race. I do not pass go, I do not collect $200, I proceed directly to the registration table, hopeful.
The kind lady seems unfazed when I ask to register a mere 10 min before the race. I quickly sign my name, fork over a twenty and run off to lock my bike, and switch my shoes. My heart rate drops just in time to hear the air horn, and we are off.
I weave through kids, lots of them and slowly find my pace. When mile 3 hits, I tell myself to go for it. I push, harder and harder and when I see the school, I can hardly breathe at all. My quads are burning from the ride and I tell them to shut it.
I see the clock and push it out for one final tenth of a mile... crossing the finish line in what used to be an imaginable pace to me, but now is 50 sec slower than my personal best. I chit chat with the other runners and slowly walk over to see the results, orange slice and water bottle in hand.

My eyes scan the sheet, expecting nothing other than to see my name and smile but next to it I see a note 1/9. WHAT?! I say....I won my age group. I wonder how this is possible, 1) because I rode 35 miles frantically and 2) because I have never won anything at any running, biking or tri competition ever.
I wait my turn and when my name is called I go up to collect my "I won a 5K" sticker after the announcer says proudly, "Ann Rowley, This race was named for her."

My name had never sounded so sweet.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Annual Rowley

Who knew my name was short for annual?
My idea: ride my bike the 30 miles to the race, run it, then ride home.
60 miles riding, 3 miles running.

http://www.coolrunning.com/major/10/rowley5k/