The Journey
It is the journey that’s important, not the destination
A few, not many, mark you, complained about not receiving their medals at the end of the Comrades Marathon this year.
Once an athlete went to the home of a well-respected coach, and while he was there he picked up a delicate, irreplaceable, crystal trophy and was admiring it. While doing so, he accidentally dropped it and, there it lay on the floor, shattered.
The coach, with Zen like wisdom, reassured the young athlete that the treasure was not to be found in the trophy; rather in the joy of winning it. It was the preparation, the training and running the race itself that had its own reward.
I read our own Runnersguide Forum column and I spoke to fellow runners who ran the Comrades Marathon this year, but failed to make the cut-off time. Almost without exception the message is the same. What a wonderful day. To most the medal was secondary, almost meaningless.
For running to have any meaning, it is necessary to have goals in mind, worthy goals that stir the passion and fire the imagination. There is no argument about that. That there should be a destination to our journey, there is no doubt.
I suggest there is something of greater value beyond the finish line, something more than a mere medal. Running, I suggest is the reward in itself. For many it is the memory of the training, the daily banter with fellow runners, the overwhelming sense of occasion, which will remain the most enduring aspect of a big race. It is not the medal, shield or trophy.
As with running, so in life. The Zen masters tell us to ‘be here now’. Sometimes we are so pre-occupied with the hill we are battling with, with the runners around us, with our stopwatches that we fail to recognize the simple beauty of our sport. So what that I never got my medal at the finish of Comrades? That I suggest is irrelevant. I have a head full of memories; I have met the most unbelievable people, nice people, brave people. I am tanned, I am fit and I am healthy. I also believe that because I can finish a race like Comrades, I can do anything with my life. The final destination may well have been a little package in the post from the Comrades Marathon Association, but that is not the end of it. The journey has only begun.
Women's Running
It takes a lot of guts to run up Poly Shortts, It takes more guts for a woman to run out of the kitchen.
There are interesting statistics coming out of the research I conduct annually into running trends. Consider the following; proportionally the biggest entry of novices at Comrades were women. When I look at the new runners coming into the sport, they are predominantly younger than the average and they are female.
This is a very welcome trend, and it will make running a richer sport for it. But life was not always so simple for women. The Comrades Marathon right up till the mid-seventies considered women too frail to take part in the race. Of course there was the odd brave woman who did take part but they were never encouraged. Always they missed out on the coveted medal and were not an official part of the celebration.
Performances are there for all to see, and women have more than proven themselves in ultra distance running. We don’t have to look up to Frith Van Der Merwe to draw our inspiration, although her times and ability are nothing short of astounding. It is the ordinary woman that is making her mark; it is the mother of children, the organiser of the lift club that is the real inspiration.
For many, if you are a woman, life has no off duty time. And for many, the balance of homemaker, parent and lover, wife and business partner is a fine and delicate one and given all of that; how does one find the time to train?
The guys will often say, “Ag, you just sommer find the time” but it is not always that easy. Or is it? Is it possible that in all our lives, our busy lives, that we are driven by our passions and our goals. What should stop us from realizing our dreams, if our dreams are important to us? Is it right that a woman in her later years who wished to find Comrades glory for herself but didn’t because her husband objected? Whose fault is that? Is that a worthy excuse not to run?
There are many novice runners on the road who are women, many who have found the courage. For many the most daunting obstacle is not the 1,8km of Poly Shortts, it is the 3 metres out the kitchen door.
Battling With Motivation
When battling with motivation – look back, look forward and look to the wise.
I wonder how many people, runners, ordinary folk there are that are struggling with their motivation to run.
This is a place I do not want to be. The excitement of the big race is over. The medal is hanging on the wall and I don’t feel the same about my running as I did in May. It’s all over, now someone has to clean up after the party and I have a hangover. Worse, I am now more of a man since finishing the race, about 3 kilogrammes more.
To make matters worse it is winter, it’s dark outside and its cold. What is strange is that it never seemed to bother me before the BIG C. Now my interest in the weather and the early morning temperatures in particular seems all-consuming.
This clearly is a time to take stock, a time for reflection. For indeed if I don’t want to run, at least I can reflect. I would often run to the top a hill while training and stop at the top and look back. This is a good exercise to do, for it is only once you are at the top, you can get an appreciation of what you have done. You get perspective of the hill, your ability and given some of the hills, just how darn tough you really are.
And so I look back now and think that my running has been a really good thing for me. I have come a long way and well, I am a bit fitter than my contemporaries. Notwithstanding the post Comrades blues, on reflection the years I have spent running have been good; have been fun and definitely worthwhile.
So I look forward and ponder my running future, Comrades? Again? I’m not ready to ponder that much, I have a job of work to do and a family to attend to. So I will ponder just to the end of the month and take it from there. I know if I can just get back into the habit of getting up early and running out the kitchen door for a week all will be well. This is not the mighty runner and conqueror of hills last seen in mid June, true, but it is where I am and this is how I’ll deal with it. Baby steps, just baby steps.
And where do I draw my inspiration? I turn to Brutus Hamilton. For he had this to say about distance running: “It is one of the strange ironies of this strange life that those who work the hardest, who subject themselves to the strictest discipline, who give up certain pleasurable things in order to achieve a goal are the happiest men. When you see 20 or 30 (thousand) line up for a distance race in some meet, don’t pity them, don’t feel sorry for them. Better envy them instead”.
So where to from here? Tomorrow morning I run out the kitchen door at 05h30, care to join me?
Keeping Balance
It is only when I begin to balance my running with all other aspects of my life that I begin to be an accomplished athlete.
One of the funny things about running is that you can become hooked, seriously hooked. Yes, running is good for you; of that there is no doubt. There is big danger in this, for if it is to the exclusion of all other things, then we are nothing, not even good runners.
Our lives are not lived in easily defined compartments, but we must recognize that there is a life beyond running. We have families and they must be important to us. We have jobs; careers and we need to make a living. We are emotional beings, we are thinking creatures with spiritual knowledge, and we are part of a society that waits our contribution.
So it is with many roles, with many needs and so many demands that are made on me, that I must find my running self. How then is this balance achieved? The start of this is to recognize that we have many facets to our lives and that we need clear direction in each important facet.
To achieve balance, it is important to set aside daily or weekly time for each important aspect and to have a vision for each. Have a perspective of the importance for life as a whole, and place running into that perspective. Once this is done, we are in a much better position to master our lives and to master our sport.
Often times uninformed non-runners will ask the question, “So, you run? What is it you are running away from?” When I have my running in perspective and I have balance in my life, where I know just where running does fit in to my life, I am prepared for the answer – “it is not what I am running from that is important, it is what I am running to”. This is because I have vision for my life and running is only a part, albeit an important part.
When training for that all-important event you sometimes have to put in more than the average, this balance then gets knocked out of kilter. But again, because you have a view of balance, you know this will be only temporary and you can make the necessary deals with the important people in your life. Deals with your family and friends, deals with your employers and business associates. This is a step beyond merely running, this is a step to life mastery. If responsibly done, and with vision, you will be able to gain the necessary lee-way to focus yourself on the big race and you will keep all others around you sympathetic to your cause.
And so it is the quest for balance that is important, this is a way that keeps perspective and gives running a wider and deeper meaning to the rest of our lives. It is Pythagoras, the Ancient Greek philosopher and mathematician that we turn to this week:
“Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be. Custom will soon render it easy and agreeable”..
Running, Like Life, Is Not A Spectator Sport
The people who are the happiest are the people who are most involved. They are the people who will have much to say, much more to contribute than most and they will live the fullest lives.
There are many who will stand with arms folded and will watch life as it happens. This oftentimes happens because of the apparent risks of getting involved. Involvement is a risky business. There is an irony in this however, for what is more risky, is watching life go by from the stands.
The late George Sheehan put it so well; he says that it is easy for the weakest of us to participate as runners, but that it will take the strongest of us to become spectators. “It is only the hardiest of us that can survive the perils of inertia, inactivity and immobility. Only the most resilient that can cope with the squandering of time, the deterioration of fitness, the loss of creativity, the frustration of emotions, and the dulling of moral sense that can afflict the dedicated spectator”.
The seated spectator is not a thinker or even a doer; the seated spectator is simply a knower. Thus unlike the runner, who at any level of competence is left open to seek the truth, the spectator has closed the ring. Thinking has become rigid knowing. The spectator of any sport, unlike the participant, is enclosed in bias, partisanship and prejudice. The spectator will cease to grow.
I am blessed with two teenage daughters. When I explain to them that a courting suitor will only be asked one question; what sport do you play? Of course my question is loaded with irony. And it demands a straight answer. When I ask: what sport do you play, the question is irrelevant, The answer also has everything to do with the lad being a participant, and has everything to do with him being a spectator. All I really want to know of my prospective son-in-law is this; spectator or participant?
Sheehan goes further “ Because the spectator cannot experience what a runner is experiencing, that spectator is seldom a good looser. The emphasis on winning is therefore much more of a problem for the spectator than the athlete.” In the spectator’ s growth the detached onlooker has the most need to deal with emotion. For indeed that spectator has everything that a runner wants but cannot get. All the fun of winning and of participation, of the despair of loosing, all that is lost on our gray and detached spectator.
The loosing fan, with little healthy outlet has much to release emotionally, has much to express. So the umpire, the stadium, the unfairness of life and indeed the team has much to answer for in this deprived circumstance. And so it is easier to dry out the drunk, to take the junkie off drugs or to encourage the heavy smoker to kick the habit than it is to live with a sports fan during a long and consistent loosing streak.
The spectator is nothing more or less than part of a crowd, a mob, and yes, even a herd. A spectator descends then to the shallow end of our gene pool. For there it is safe. There you will not drown in life’s challenge.
Blaise Pascall says this “ The heart has its reasons that the mind knows nothing of”
True. - In life as in sport, become a spectator and from there, everything is downhill! See you on the road!!
Humility
Distance running is a good sport – the one value it can teach us is humility.
Life is a great teacher; many of its lessons have more to do with finding ourselves and knowing who we are. Often times we learn nothing from a good run, for if we ran better each time we set out, we would never understand our limits.
The long distance races bring about many profound changes in the second half of the course. It is here that early exuberance and excessive behavior is paid for dearly. It is always easy to look good at the start of an ultra; the real trick is to look good at the finish. The one quality that is required to accomplish this seemingly difficult task is modesty.
When I am at my wits end, and I am struggling with mind and body, it is time to take stock, for it is here that distance running has its most profound lessons. Here the runner is stripped bare of the superficial privileges that society bestows on us. Here the issues of race, gender and wealth are but naught, compared to dealing with myself and my fellow runner.
Witness the character of a distance runner, and you find a quiet knowingness. This is so because for each, he must pass a stern test of mind, body and spirit. In lesser sports one must prevail over an outside opponent. This opponent is one you must be either quicker than, more dexterous than or smarter than. For the runner, the opponent lies within. When you come face to face with yourself in this way, it is difficult to come away from the experience unmoved.
Witness the heroic acts on the Comrades route, witness the selfless act of passing a drink to a fellow when both are beyond the fatigue levels normal mortals would not dare to go. People become people, we find room for our humanity to expand and grow. The managing director of a national corporation will gladly pass a drink to the sweeper, the union guy, and he will be at peace.
So in the cold shadow of Polly Shortts, I find myself. I see my self in a context of the ego that must always prove a point. The ego that always needs to be right, no mater what the cost, always where the means justifies the ends, even at the expense of my own humanity. So I come here to this cold place on Comrades day to loose myself, and I emerge on the other side of the hill a little wiser.
It is when we become self-absorbed, and then it is time to go for a long run. This is not to say that we should not be proud of our achievements. To find real honour and real glory, it is important be humble and to give recognition to the greatness of those around us. Greatness for all of us is a give and take proposition.
And so it is to Joseph Campbell I turn, and this he says: “If you realize what the real problem is – losing yourself – you realize that this, itself is the ultimate trial.
Running With The Ancients
Running, because of its simplicity is a sacred sport.
The ground we run on is indeed holy ground that is rich with the truths life has to teach. We have as runners, the privileged opportunity to confront our fears, feel our fatigue and to experience our failures. We also can find the courage we need, we can know our victory and we can understand our greatness.
In its most basic and simplest terms, running is the most natural thing for humans to do. Were we not hunter-gatherers eons ago? When we found our prey stronger and swifter of foot than ourselves, did we not resolve, by instinct to work together and to chase our quarry and tire it out? We did indeed; we were made for distance running. It was our only real weapon in the wild.
Times have changed, but we as a species have not, we are still built as that ancient hunter-gather of the Great Plains. Each time we go out for a run, we unconsciously reconnect to that ancient instinct within ourselves. There are many noble qualities in that part of us, and it is not surprising that runners display those noble qualities in their character.
Take self-knowledge. As that ancient being, did we not have to know the terrain we were to run on? Did we not have to understand our quarry’s abilities as well as our own? This especially so if we were to be victorious in the hunt. This same quality is displayed in us as runners. Running teaches us about our own bodies and its limitations. Is it not also true that we must learn about the terrain and our competitors before we can show success in our quest for our own victory?
What of our perseverance, our persistence and our endurance? It is these very qualities that made us successful in the hunt; it is those same qualities that make us successful as distance runners. It is our consistency in these areas that make us great runners.
Our courage then, is as it is now, for we knew that to run our quarry down would take an enormous amount out of us, but we did it anyway, that was a brave, some may argue, foolish act. When we embark on a long run, and we plan to go beyond our limits, is this not also an act of courage? It is – each time we run we demonstrate our fearlessness.
Finally when we returned from the hunt empty handed and defeated, it taught us modesty, even humility. We came against the odds this day, and it was not our day. This is true of us even today, in this modern world. Sometimes we have a great run, feel victorious, some days we return empty handed, with only one certainty – tomorrow I shall rise up and run again. This gives us perspective, this keeps us modest and even humble, and this is what makes every runner great.
So in conclusion, we see that we are not far from the journey traveled by our ancient cousins, and it is indeed a noble journey, a simple journey. “The Way is not far from man; if we take the Way as something superhuman, beyond man, this is not the real Way” – Confucius.
Hard Run
Yesterday I went out to deliberately hit the wall –and it felt so good.
I have to admit that I have been out of sorts for the past couple of weeks. Nothing unusual I guess. My dear, sweet wife gave all our wedding jewelry away to a complete stranger. True, it was at gunpoint, but is that an excuse? There were two deaths in the family, one a great guy, my father-in-law, the other a great cat. It was all getting to me, it was nothing more or less, than living in this rich and glorious pageant we call Gauteng life, but it left me feeling sad and depressed.
So I did what any runner would do, go for a long, hard run. In Johannesburg we are blessed with a number of testing hills, not least of them is Northcliff Hill. Its real name of this notorious hill is Asvoelskop – “Vultures Head” for the benefit of our overseas guests. On the summit is a water tower. And just below in the shadow, is a small stone wall.
We are sometimes a quirky, eccentric lot, and for me, to run up this monstrous hill, to hit that small stone wall and to give out a loud, uncompromising bellow is a way of reaffirming the goodness the sport has to offer. It is difficult you see, to run to that place, to go through all of that ritual and then to stand on the top of that hill, to survey Johannesburg sprawled out in all of its splendor on a Sunday morning, and not to come from Asvoelskop in a good mood.
I was in the company of a few running friends, we talked as we ran. We all lamented the extra weight and loss of fitness since December. In the previous year, some of us had run Comrades, some the London Marathon, all were looking for a renewal in our running goals. There was only one cure for this, go hit the wall. We all struggled in the heat to make it to the top, but once we came down, we sat sweating profusely outside a café enjoying a cold Coke. There was not one of us that was not glad we hit the wall, we all felt a sense of renewal, we were all back on the road again.
Often times when we struggle with our lives, when we struggle with ourselves, everything suffers. When we have a tough time at work or at home, we stop running. This is perhaps the last thing we should do, for it is our running that gives us that special inner feeling of well-being. It is our running that gives us the balance. When life becomes more complex by the minute, it is time to get running. Its simplicity and its uncompromising manner is the only sure and steady thing we can rely on.
So, what is it that ails you? Soon it will be the Pirates Half Marathon. This race takes you over the top of Asvoelskop. Do you really want to find renewal in your running? Come and join me on the heartbreaker and lets go hit the wall together.
This week I end with a Swahili Warrior song – “Life has meaning only in the struggle. Triumph or defeat is in the hands of the Gods. So let us celebrate the struggle”
Sound Of Feet On Tar
The sound of my feet hitting the tar while running – it is the natural sound of my inner silence.
A canoeist once told me that the fundamental difference between his kind and a runner is all in the mental approach. A canoeist, he told me “spaces out” and is aware of the world around him. Aware of the water, the rapids and just the beauty around. A runner on the other hand “spaces in”. A runner, he argues, goes within and is barely aware of the surroundings and of the outer world.
This argument may well be true, certainly at the end of a long, hard race, most runners find themselves mentally going within, in search of that inner strength that makes all the difference in the long run. Often when I am on a routine training run, I find I take my office work with me and I think. I run along oblivious of my surroundings, but there is a peacefulness, for there are no telephones, no people making demands on my time, I run to be with myself and to listen.
This is a blissful time for me, for this is when I think, this is when I write. I work out the complicated stuff on the run and make it simple. This is a time when a lot of the important letters get written, this is a time when proposals are finished off and it is a time of creation. I also plan my races and look for new training routes. All this is done by “spacing in” This is only possible however, if I can listen to myself. This is a skill that slowly develops, only after a few years of running, but learning to listen to yourself is an important component of success.
There is a link between decision making and listening. It is not surprising that many business courses and seminars are devoted to effective listening skills. This is true in developing negotiation skills; this is also true in any customer care programme. We have lost the subtle skill of listening to others. In our politics and in our sport, it is constantly a source of amazement to me how much we like to talk and how little we like to listen. It was only when both parties were prepared to listen that true reconciliation took place between Athletics South Africa and Comrades Marathon Association.
More important than listening to others, real growth takes place when we listen to ourselves. It is a strange irony that such an outwardly physical activity should produce such profound inwardly mental and spiritual benefits. If you take time, slow down and listen inwardly, it is amazing that the thoughts that run strong, and run true through your unconscious mind while training, will run equally strong and true in the rest of your daily lives.
So, it is author Joyce Carol Oates’ turn this week. She once said: “Running! If there’s any activity happier, more exhilarating, more nourishing to the imagination, I can’t think what it might be. In running, the mind flees with the body, the mysterious effervescence of language seems to pulse in the brain, in rhythm with our feet and the swinging of our arms”
That One Moment In Time
That one moment in time, it is only one second in length, but it will last a lifetime and expresses the infinite.
Do you remember what it was like to finish your first race, your first marathon or even your first Comrades? It was a moment so pure, so delicious with potential. Even today I can shut my eyes and recall that moment back in 1986. Kingsmead Stadium it was, May 31 at 14h39 in the afternoon. I keep that second with me. It was when I crossed the finish line at Comrades as a novice. It was a moment that changed me forever.
As I sat at this month’s Comrades Panel Meeting, I found my mind wondering back to that moment. The speaker was none other than the son of Dr. Piet Koornhof. Dr. Gerhard Koornhof looks a lot like his father, and the reason he is speaking to the packed audience is because he was last year’s novice finisher. He is a highly articulate, very good speaker, a man who gets right to the heart. As a member of Parliament, he must be a formidable member of the opposition.
Gerhard explains that moment so eloquently, “All that training, two years worth. All of that fatigue and pain. The entire obsession that you and your family have endured. All of that, and the whole day of the race, the crowds the sounds and the smells. You take all of that, and it all ends in one second as you stand under the finish banner.” He looks into the audience with twinkling eyes, you can hear a pin drop. “It was at that moment I really understood the purpose of my life”
When it all comes together, the time, the space and the situation and it all feels so right, it is that special moment. Often those really special moments are very far and few between. Sometimes a graduation, a wedding or honey-moon brings on this special instant. I am positive every human being has experienced such purity of time and space at least once in a life time.
We as runners are really privileged, for we can bring about this state of being on almost every training run and every race. The one real requirement to have such moments is to be here in the moment – now!! Another speaker at the Panel Talks is the TV presenter, Arnold Geerds. He asks the question “Where are we?”.. silence, “Where are we?” answer from the audience “Here” “What time is it?” ..silence, “What time is it?” answer from the audience “Now” And so we shout at Arnold, “We are Here and Now”. Running is funny that way, it does things to people. It helps us to have those special moments in time almost unconsciously.
So, it is “Here” and “Now” that we come to savor this delicious moment. We must give our all to this, and this alone. We cannot change what is past and gone, and the future?? What of that? I turn to Albert Camus this week .. “Real generosity toward the future consists in giving all to what is present”
Dancing
When I am truly free in my running, I no longer run – I dance.
At the beginning of my running, many of the clinical, physical aspects of the sport were very important. The time I took over a certain distance, my body weight and my fat content. My time-trial time was a constant worry and an obsession. The competitive edge was all consuming, my running buddies, were my rivals. When I discovered the real way to run, all this changed.
One of the greatest gifts that running has to offer is a very uncomplicated way of brining body, mind and spirit into one place at the same time. This is more like a dance than like a race. I am lucky to have a daughter that does dance, and when I watch, I sometimes become transfixed as she expresses herself in such a perfect way. The music, the lighting the timing and her movement must all be there in one place in a space and time to make any sense of it.
When our running reaches the same plain, we make of our running an art. It is when there is that fine blend of the environment, our physical exertion and a mind that is tranquil that running has its real meaning. As Jerry Lynch said it in his book – Running Within “ You are the choreographer, the dancer, and the music all rolled into one. With this mind-set, your races become much more than a competitive opportunity. The race ultimately becomes an excuse to dance with the terrain: with nature; with your buddy; with your physical, mental and spiritual self.
This union has greater lessons that we sometimes even wish to acknowledge. When we dance our run in such a way, the outcome is not important. It is good enough that we run, for that is enough. Here there is no place here for a P.B., Here, a qualifying time is not an important concept, much less a cut-off time for a medal. I run here, and now. That is the only reward. If any had to ask me for that ultimate high in running, it would be found on Chapman’s Peak, on the Two Oceans Marathon. It was here that I understood this dance of the race for the first time. The sheer beauty, towering cliffs above me, the sea far below. I felt and understood the sense of occasion and for the first time I understood me.
So I learned something special from my teenaged dancer, for there is a harmony and a union in what you do as a runner, in all that you do in a busy life, you harmonize, you dance. And when I silence the critical chatter in my mind, and I still my own negativity, I become a willing partner in the harmonious dance of the body, the mind and the spirit.
Jerry Lynch uses some affirmations that underline the dance-run way:
- Focus on the movement, on the flow. Dance on, dancing runner.
- Now is the moment, enjoy my run.
- I am the dancer and the dance.
- I look for ways to become completely absorbed in the details of my run.
And so, this week's words from the wise; I don’t know whom they come from, but it was my daughter who taught them to me: “Want to know how to dance? - Dance like no-one is watching, that is the best dance”
The Wise Teach Us Much About Running, They Teach More About Life
“Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible” – William Shakespeare.
Will I be the person I wish to be? Will I achieve all the goals of my life? I am sure that in the long run I will. Some of the things set before me are impossible to achieve, many of the tasks are hard, but I run, you see, and therefore I am not afraid to strive with things impossible.
The most important goal in my life is to be all the person I can be, given the circumstances at the time. It is seldom that the circumstances in our lives are what we ask for - much less perfect. This is true also of us as runners. Have we not wished to be faster, lighter and stronger? Sometimes the Powers That Be have blessed us with bodies that are not perfect running machines, we have large frames and weak hearts, but we run. That is enough.
The late George Sheehan – physician, philosopher and writer put it thus; “The more I run, the more I want to run, and the more I live a life conditioned and influenced and fashioned by my running. And the more I run, the more certain I am that I am heading for my real goal: to become the person I am”.
What kind of life do we wish for? One that is comfortable and safe, one where we are not challenged? No, certainly not, never! Is there a runner that wishes for the safe comfort of a light jog? Well yes sometimes it may be so, but when we push a little, test a little and go to the edge we grow and develop. This is true of life as it is in our running.
Remember when the great runner came here and threw down the gauntlet several years ago as a novice to Comrades. Alberto Salazar came here and handed out a running lesson our local boys would remember for a long time. This running legend had this wisdom for us fellows of the road: “I’d rather run a gutsy race, pushing all the way and lose, than run a conservative race only for a win”.
Running is so simple and yet so profound an activity. It puts us in touch with mind, body, spirit and ourselves. There are times when we will stumble and falter. Injury is part of the deal, setbacks too. We get sick, and as we age, we get slower. As the natural consequences take hold, we are often times faced with defeat. Sometimes of our own making, sometimes not, here we turn to the great Chinese philosopher – Confucius; “Our greatest glory is not never falling, but in rising every time we fall”
So, in closing this lesson in pocket book philosophy, it is George Sheehan who I give the final say, for runners, no matter how fast or slow are artists of a special kind. “The true runner is a very fortunate person. He has found something in him that is just perfect”.
Play the Game!
Consider the Comrades runner at this time of the year. No one is more focused, no one is more dedicated, no one more serious, no one is more of a pain than the Comrades runner at this time of the year.
The essence of good running and the essence of a good life can be found in the play. Paradoxically, the seriousness of the situation can be made trivial only when we learn to play the game, that is when we see things in a proper context, that is when we can relax and that is when we will succeed.
Is life a serious matter or is life a joke? Life - is it mystery or is it riddle? Any with a sense of humor can see that life is riddle and the best part of the strange irony of life is that we find the essence of it in play, not in death.
George Sheehan says it so well: “You can have peace without the world, if you opt for death, or the world with out peace if you decide for doing, and having and achieving. Only in play can you have both.”
So I look at the committed runner, that brave warrior of the road, and I wonder at the seriousness of the endeavor. Here is a person who will put body, mind and spirit through an enormous amount. In a month’s time, that moment of truth will be here and all that a person stands for will be tested, sternly. This is important an endeavor as any, and my thoughts on it are this; it is not important at all.
To fully appreciate running, we must understand simultaneously the utter importance of our endeavor and at once the insignificance of it all. Everything is important, and yet nothing is important. A true paradox of things, but for us to have a proper grasp of life, we must embrace this paradox and live it.
This way of thinking is not the copyright, propriety domain of running. Lesser sports, where one opponent or team must conquer another understand this principal. Territory is defended with every ounce of strength and determination, and then once the whistle blows, we embrace our opponents and delight in the game that just took place.
So the Comrades runner nowadays is the troublesome pain. The finely tuned athlete needs time for solitude and peace. Baloney! Now you can play, even to the ends in Kingsmead. For in play it is true you can totally commit yourself to that life goal and in a few short hours on the Old Road, it will be completely forgotten.
George Sheehan sums up thus: “Play is where life lives, where the game is the game. At its borders, we slip into heresy, become serious, lose our sense of humor, and fail to see the incongruities of everything we hold to be important. Right and wrong become problematical. Money, power, position become ends. The game becomes winning. And we loose the good life and the good things that play provides”
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