#Running Racing The Clock

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Racing The Clock

It’s Friday night at Barr Camp. I just put dinner on the table and retreated to what I think of as the ‘magic corner.’ About the size of a walk-in closet, it’s a small space tucked away in the corner of the cabin. What lives here is a laptop, a tiny shower and propane water heater, a mirror, a bunch of medical supplies, a wee desk cluttered with office supplies, and a writer who does and does not feel like writing. Sure, my head is cluttered with thoughts, but I’m struggling with what to do with them. I could sit here and stew all night, but that won’t get me anywhere. I like to write when inspiration strikes, but here I sit, punching the keys like a boxer. I’m searching for words. Maybe I’m reaching for them. In a way it feels good, therapeutic even. Yet in the same moment the timing feels so off.

That’s just it, though. Timing. Is there anything in life that we fight more? As runners we can have a very love-hate relationship with it. I’m reminded of it every winter when I fumble my way through trying to create a race schedule. There are so many races, projects, and dreams to chase. How does one choose between redemption and once-in-a-lifetime opportunities? Between Transvulcania and Madeira, UTMB and Hardrock, JFK and TNF 50? Perhaps the easy answer is not to choose at all, but to do it all. It sounds easy enough. Then there is that little thing called burnout. Not solely from doing too much, it’s a result of doing too much in too little time. There it is again, that time thing. How ironic.

Maybe you don’t struggle with decisions like I do. Perhaps you are a master planner with impeccable decisiveness. Wonderful. You still don’t get off the hook. Even after you’ve nailed down that perfect schedule, you take the next step. You head out the door to train. If you’re anything like me, you think of how many weeks you have until your next race. Sure, my training regimen is looser than a pair of ’90s JINCO Jeans. Nothing gets written down, Strava is nowhere to be seen, and the split function on the good ‘ole Casio might as well be broken. But still, the timing is there. The temptation to race the watch. The self analysis–or torture (is there a difference?)–about how I’m feeling and if that’s good or bad in relation to where I’m at in my training block. Over the years I’ve learned to let go of a lot of it. Train and forget, as the Kenyans do, or so they say. That’s easier said than done. Whether you analyze more than Gary Gellin post-TNF 50 (Gary, you’re the man!), or time your runs with a sun dial and stop to smell ALL the roses, chances are you still feel the pressure of Father Time in some regard.

In the event that in some way you’ve escaped all such worries, you’re still not out of the woods. Race day comes, the gun sounds, and the clock starts. Maybe you don’t care about that. You just want to have a good time. That’s totally fine, except that there are still those things called cutoffs. Say there aren’t any. You’re just out for a long run. There is still sunset, impending storms, plummeting temperatures, and dinner plans. (Don’t be late for dinner!) Then there is hunger, exhaustion, and sleep deprivation. All of these things are at the mercy of time. Try as we may, it can’t be escaped. We can clock out, tune out, and zone out, but time always ticks. It cannot be outrun.

The same is true in life. Time is something we just can’t control. Sometimes life goes swimmingly as everything seems to flow just right. Other times it seems so terribly off. An injury crops up as you start to hit your groove for an upcoming race. A loved one dies at the moment you feel you need them most. A job is lost just after settling on a new house. The list goes on and on. We search for answers and explanations, but come up empty.

And yet, hope is not lost. Amidst the seemingly vicious and unstoppable cycle of time, there are still choices. We may not get to control the clock itself, but we can alter how fast or slow we move amidst its cycle. Sometimes, as in a race, we try to go as fast as possible. Other times we slow things down. We appreciate the little things. Fast or slow, it is in this moving that we attempt to make the most of what we’ve been given. Sure, the clock always ticks, but what we do with the years, months, weeks, day, hours, and seconds is up to us. We can squander it or make the most of it. We can stubbornly stare at a computer screen on a Friday night, or we can punch some keys and see where it leads.

The funny thing is that sometimes when we look back, the timing makes sense. The events that seemed so off now seem to line up perfectly. It’s as if it were all being orchestrated according to some sort of master plan. It only seemed flawed because we lacked the ability to see the big picture. Oddly enough, it’s like this article. Three days later, on a quiet Monday night, I find myself back in the ‘magic corner,’ re-reading the words that I pounded out last Friday. When I wrote it and sent it off for review, I wasn’t so sure about it. I almost never am. Seeing the reply in my inbox, I feared what it might say. For a while I let it sit there, telling myself I didn’t want to open the email until I reread the article, hoping that doing so would give me a bit more confidence. As I reread it I found that the timing that had seemed so off that Friday night had actually produced something I liked. Go figure.

So, whether you are racing the clock or savoring each tick, remember that time is not meant to be controlled. It doesn’t have to feel perfect or right or fair. There doesn’t have to be more, less, or even ‘enough’ of it. All we get is all that we’re given. Don’t miss out by not taking it. Use it wisely, trust the process, and take it one stride at a time. In the words of singer Josh Garrels, learn…

“To keep on course from the bow to the stearn
And throw overboard every selfish concern
That tries to work for what can’t be earned
Sometimes the only way to return is to go,
Where the winds will take you
And to let go, of all, you cannot hold onto.”

Do that, and chances are that one day, miles down the trail, you’ll look back from your magic corner and smile at the story you wrote.

Call for Comments (from Meghan)

  • Do you ever find irony in the notion of time?
  • How often do you feel that timing is off in the moment, but in hindsight you realize that the timing was actually just right?

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