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Looking For Creative Ideas?

Let some air out of the tires?

Let some air out of the tires?  Yes!

It was the simple solution presented by a young child, to solve an enormous challenge.

The challenge?

A large tractor trailer type truck got stuck under a highway overpass.   No one could figure out how to get the truck unstuck.   People, I believe, were even starting to discuss how some of the overpass would have to be deconstructed to free the truck.

Enter the mind of a child.

Why don’t you just let some air out of the tires?”, the child said.

Wow.  We sometimes are so stuck in what we see, that we can’t think of a simple, and perhaps obvious, solution.

Enter me, yesterday morning.

From the very beginning, in the first 100 meters, I sensed something was not right.  Mild pain in my left foot.  I think I may have even mumbled a curse word, which is totally out of character.  I had pain most of the five-mile run, but not enough pain to make me stop.  In fact, my second and fourth miles were fairly quick.  It may have been denial that made me tough it out, to test my pain level.  I don’t really know.

After the run, I made a same-day appointment to see Dr. Wagner, my great podiatrist.

He pin-pointed the location of the pain.  The place where heel spurs occur.  The cortisone shot ten days ago reduced the plantar fascia inflammation.  This new pain source and location?  A new challenge.

Dr. Wagner and I both thought yesterday would be a “back to normal – minus the pain” kind of day.

So Dr Wagner prescribed a second pair of custom orthotics – an “athletic” orthotic, which provides more cushion than the standard pair that I’ve been using for a decade.  Also, go back on daily 200mg Celebrex for one month.  I had cancelled the Celebrex after the cortisone shot ten days ago, as instructed by Dr. Wagner.

It was at this moment when it hit me.  The heel pain is from heel contact.  What if I switched most of my training to running hills on my toes.  Which is part of a sprinter’s training anyway.  Lower the quantity of miles, and raise the quality.

That’s it!

Look at this running (pain) challenge the same way the child looked at the truck challenge.  Look at it with a simple solution in mind, not some complicated and perhaps impossible thinking.

I’ll keep you posted.  I love when some simple creativity can add a new found sense of hope, to an otherwise hopeless feeling.

Make today a healthy day, because if you don’t, who will?  Carpe diem, jeff noel  🙂

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Looking For Creative Ideas?

Is heritage important?

Is heritage important?

It would seem so.  If we forget the past, we miss many opportunities to learn.

With that in mind, may I please invite you to go back to the beginning of Lane 8 ?

Here’s the link to November 2008, when this first went “live” on the Internet.  November seems “old”, but there are five posts that are brand new:   https://lane8.org/?cat=4

The origin is often the missing piece.

Make today your best day ever, because if you don’t, who will?

Carpe diem, jeff noel  🙂

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Day To Day

Took the day off

Flew up to Chicago yesterday and taught this morning.

Just arrived home a few minutes ago and now it’s bedtime.

Just wanted to say, “Thank you for reading and supporting this blog”.

May the dreams you dream be great ones.  And may your courage rise to the level you need, to go for it.

Carpe PM, jeff noel  🙂

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The (Painful) Journey

Know how impossible got it’s reputation?

Ever wonder why people try to do “impossible” things?

Ever wonder why things are impossible?

I think I realize why “impossible” is actually pretty much, well, impossible.

Now please know this, I ain’t no brain surgeon.   What I am is a decent guy with the same hopes, dreams, fears and troubles as other humans.  All of it’s relative by the way.  People are starving.  So no, I’m not starving.  Yet, I must stress that every human is going through some type of hell.

Anyway, since no male on my Dad’s side has made it past 60, I am acutely aware of my predisposition to both physical and mental deterioration.  It is what it is.

So, rather than react, I’ve chosen to act.

And ten years ago……

…… I began running.

The first two years, all I could do was walk.

After two years, I started running, at a pace slower than a decent walk.  I jogged “one mailbox a day” for a week.   Second week, two mailboxes a day.   Third week, three mailboxes a day.  After several months, I was jogging a couple miles.

Jogged for a few years by myself.   Every morning, cold and dark, oncoming headlights blinding me at 60 mph.  I didn’t mind, at first.

Eventually, boredom crept in.

The need for a positive distraction was evident and I found it in a local 5k race, “Run Among the Lakes”, in Windermere, Florida.  I had never run a 5k before.  Nervous to say the least.

On “race day”, 1,000 people show up at the “small town”  run.

After fininshing, I had done well enough to not be last in my age-group.

Age-group?   Who even knew of such a thing?  This was the positive distraction I needed.

No longer worried about how fast I was, or wasn’t, I focused on lowering my time, to increase my age-group ranking.  It slowly, but surely, paid off.

I started finishing in the top-ten in the 45-49 age group.  In some 5k’s, even as high as the top five.  Wow!  I was hooked.

My resting heart rate lowered.  Body fat decreased.  Muscle tone increased.  Blood-pressure under control.  HDL cholesterol inceased. LDL cholesterol decreased. Trigycerides lowered. Feeling great and looking healthier. What’s the downside of all this? Nothing.

So. once a month, on average, I’d “race”.  This lasted about three years.  Then it happened again.

Boredom.

I sort of reached a point where it was no longer fun, or worth it, to run so hard that you thought your lungs and heart were going to explode.

Another distraction please!

The local paper, “The West Orange Times”, a once-a-week small town newspaper, had an article featuring Dave Rauh, the wonderful builder www.brierhillhomes.com who in 1992 built our “dream home”, and he had finished second in the 400 meters at the Florida Sunshine State games in Track & Field.

What?

Dave!  I could beat Dave!

(At least I thought so)

The internet search provided a quick discovery.  The National Training Center www.usantc.com, nearby in Clermont, hosted monthly Track & Field meets during the Spring.  Anyone was welcome to compete, even “old guys”, known as Masters athletes.

The very first meet, there’s an 11-year old boy and a 70-year old man in the lanes on either side of me. My stature was firmly implanted with the judges. They had to be thinking, “You, my friend, are hereby banished to the slow guys heat. Of all the runners competing that day, my heat was by far the slowest.

“Who cares”, I thought to myself. My heart, pounding so fast and loud, and we hadn’t even been given the, “Runners, take your mark” command by the starting official.

BANG! The starter’s pistol fires and we’re off and running. It wasn’t long before I passed the 70-year old. The 11-year old on my inside lane? Never saw him again until the race was over.

It became official, “I was the fastest of the slowest!”

Wow, this is a really long post. The longest I’ve ever writen. No matter, since I’m the only one who’ll ever read this far anyway. (smile)

Next meet, full of ambition, I pull a hamstring on the backstretch.

Season over.

Next year, same thing. Early season hamstring pull on the other leg.

Third Track & Field season, fininshed 10th at the Master’s National Championships, in Charlotte, NC, barely missing a chance for the finals.

Two years ago, ran three consecutive 400 meters races under the Official All-American Standard of Excellence (56.0). My training times are indicating my next race should produce a near world-class time.

But two weeks before the 2007 National Championships in Orono, Maine, and four weeks before the Master’s World Championships in Italy, it happened, again.

Injury!

Son-of-sailor!

This time, it’s plantar fasciitis.

From July 2007 through January 2008, I completely stopped running. Nothing. Notta. No mas.

January 2008, I met Dr Curtis Wagner www.floridafootdocs.com/gpage2.html , a wonderfully competent and compassionate podiatrist at Sand lake Commons.

He called me the poster child for what to do to treat plantar fasciitis. The only thing I hadn’t done – cortisone shot, something I swore I would never do. Guess what. I walked out with one. Why? Dr Wagner attends the same Church as me and his son is earning his Eagle Scout rank. Immediate credibility for me to trust his judgement.

Two weeks later, on Valentine’s Day 2008, I began the journey all over again. One mailbox a day for the first week, two mailboxes a day for the second week, three mailboxes a day for the third week, and so on.

Here we are, March 8, 2009. The Master’s National Championships are in July, and the World Championships in August, in Lahti, Finland.

And, drum roll please, I’m concerned about my other foot.

What the? Son of a sailor!

Back to see Dr. Wagner tomorrow morning. The pain in my left heel feels like classic plantar fasciitis www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plantar_fasciitis . I haven’t run in three days and am on a course of 600mg Ibuprofen, 3 times per day.

Back to the original two questions.

Ever wonder why people try to do “impossible” things?

Ever wonder why things are impossible?

I’m convinced, there are so many variables that have to be looked at, considered, addressed, focused on, worried about, overcome, etc., that one small “failure” can cancel out the whole effort.

It takes a complete and all encompassing effort to be world class, to do the impossible.

Good luck with your big life goals.

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The (World) Championships

Why the World Championships?

Why do I have this crazy dream of running in Lane 8, in the 400 meter finals (Men 50-54), at the 2009 Master’s Track & Field World Championships?

I don’t know exactly.

There are several factors:

1.  Hereditary high cholesterol.

2.  I get bored easily.

3.  I have a tendancy to dream BIG!

4.  I’d like to live to see our eight-year old son graduate High School in ten years.

5.  It’s absolutely impossible!

There, I said it.

It IS impossible.

Yes, and….

The only reason it’s impossible is because the odds say so.

After a decade of obstacles, simply to get and stay healthy, I’ve come to realize that the hard work and the time commitment, have elevated my running from ordinary to something unexpected – extraordinary.

So, while I’m healthy and motivated, I’d like to revisit a childhood dream of being an Olympian.  Thank you Randy Paush (The Last Lecture), for the permission to hold onto childish dreams.

Dream big.  Get there.  Stay there.

Make it a great day, because if you don’t, who will?  Carpe diem.  🙂