11.12.19-Start with a win.

Morning Musings:

I listened to Jocko Willink yesterday on the importance of getting up early.

He said when you get up early you have a choice, you can start the day with a victory and get up, or you can be defeated by rolling over and going back to sleep.

Waking up with a win, I never thought about it that way. It’s definitely something to ponder.

What little victories can we add to our day that will make things better?

It starts with waking up. It starts with doing one small workout. It starts with reading a sentence. It starts with showing to work a little earlier.

Little changes lead to big changes.

Love is Powerful: My Experience Running My First St.Jude Marathon

My alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning. Honestly, I slept surprisingly well that night, with the exception of a few ridiculous dreams.

I dreamt my headlamp went out even though we were running in the daytime. I dreamt I stopped for lunch and almost didn’t make the cutoff time.

Six months of training and fundraising had lead to this day, my first full marathon. It would be foolish to say that the butterflies weren’t real.

I drank my morning cup of black coffee and double checked my gear. Thankfully so because I realized one of my small water bottles had mold inside of it. I consumed a small piece of plain toast because I learned very early on in my training that bland food is key to preventing a troublesome gut. My wonderful wife, who volunteered to cheer me on through the day’s adventure, woke around 5:00. She, being the amazing person that she is, helped me at every chance that she could.

My wife and I left around 5:30 to head downtown, which was already starting to fill up from over 27,000 runners taking part in the day’s activities. We were lucky enough to have a friend of a friend who lived downtown so we had a little spot to serve as our home base for the day.

At around 7:15, with our gear checked and rechecked, my running partners and I made our way to the starting line. What awaited us was one of the most awe inspiring sights I have ever seen. An ocean of people as far as the eye could see with one purpose, to run, to toil, and to celebrate the bravery of some of the most brave young men in women in the world who were and are fighting a daily battle with cancer at St.Jude.

Starting Line:
The wind chill was more harsh than expected, but the nerves made it quite easy to stay warm. I had some dry mouth but I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or thirst. This was the first of many lessons to learn on the day’s journey. When in doubt, hydrate. I wasn’t sure of all of the water stops involved but I should have planned ahead. The energy permeating the never ending crowd was electric. Todd, my running partner, was next to me, and we both questioned our sanity. A few minutes passed like seconds. Suddenly, we were off.

Now, if you’ve ever trained for a marathon, you know how much time is committed to it. If you haven’t, let me give you a brief enlightenment. I started preparing for this six months ago in July. At least twice during the week I’d do some kind of workout run and then on either Saturday or Sunday would do a weekly long run. The long runs started at around seven miles and peaked at twenty one miles in October. Needless to say, I had put hundreds of miles under my feet just for this one day. And now I was here, Todd beside me, embarking on one of the greatest adventures of my life.

Mile One:

The electricity from the starting line made mile one a breeze. The chatter from the crowd and friendly conversation made this mile slip by with ease. I took a swig from my small water bottle and we pressed on.

Mile Five:

This was easily the most important mile of the entire run. We entered the St.Jude campus and were instantly met with the reason we were there. The brave young ladies and gentlemen lined the streets cheering us on. Some made signs, some gave high fives, some even held signs in memory of those lost. The thought resonated in my might for the next twenty one miles. If they can fight such a battle, then running a marathon is the least I can do for them.

Mile Seven:

Shakeout time. My knees were starting to bug me but it was also time for a bathroom break and nutrition. Both Todd and myself hopped off the road and took an energy gel with a few swigs of water. Next thing we knew we were back on the trail at the bottom of a very steep hill.

 

Mile Ten:

I dubbed this mile “the turning point” in my mind. Essentially, this is where the half marathoners broke away from the full marathoners and the atmosphere changed significantly.

It was lonely. It was quiet. The wind kicked up as we crossed an overpass. It almost felt like running on the moon. Luckily, this was only for about a mile and once we hit the next mile marker, we were joined by more people cheering us on the sidelines.

Mile Thirteen:

In the weeks leading up to the marathon I was battling some pretty serious runner’s knee. This was my biggest fear going into the race. I knew it would flare up no matter how hard I tried. It was just a matter of when and how I could manage it.

Mile thirteen was when it started to rear it’s ugly head. Thankfully, and I will say this more than once, I had Todd there with me. Honestly, I don’t know how I could have finished without him.

We stretched for a bit, took some more energy gels, and walked a little while. My knees started to even out a little which made the next little stretch not so bad.

From here to mile seventeen was kind of a blur. We saw the lead runner coming back up the route, which was amazing. We were met with block parties, friendly folks giving out water, gels, chips, candy, even beer and whiskey! We had officially reached midtown.

Mile 17

This was one of the highlights of my journey. We were running through a park when we reached a clearing, only to see and hear my friends, a band called Everdeens, playing. Amidst their playing I heard “Go Keegan!” and “We know that guy!” ring out over the PA. The amount of love I felt from these guys made it that much easer to keep going.

By this time my knees were really starting to give me some trouble. Thank God for Todd, the smile never disappeared from the man’s face as he just kept encouraging me.

Mile 20

This was the beginning of the ultimate struggle. My knees had pretty much deteriorated and I was running on pure will power. We passed a group of ladies handing out pretzels and, at this point, I hadn’t had solid food since about 5:00 in the morning. I grabbed a handful of pretzels and promptly told her if I weren’t married I would get down on one knee right then and there.

Todd was right there with me. Walking when we needed to, a smile still on his face, keeping the mood alive. He could have easily left me at this point, but he stuck it out like the amazing person he is.

Mile 23

This was the beginning of what I can only describe as the darkness. My body and my mind were in a place that they had never been before. I was beat down, broken, hurt, and exhausted. Todd and I were at a walk run, I was zigzagging and delirious. Though I had put calories, electrolytes, and water in my body, there was just not enough to compensate.

I was nauseous, and unbelievably miserable. But Todd’s confidence was unwavering. And, as terrible as I felt, Todd and I were both in awe that we were nearing the end of our first full marathon.

Mile 25

We were walking for a bit when we hit this mile marker. I mustered what little courage I could in attempt to run the last mile in. At this point, with my knees, every step was a feat of willpower. We managed most of this mile before I had to pause one last time.

Mile 26

We could hear the screams of the crowd, the intense positivity, the sound of music from the finish line. We had .2 miles left until we were officially marathon finishers. This and the amount of overwhelming gratitude was enough to give me one last surge of effort to cross the finish line with a run.

The Finish Line:

Todd and I crossed the line together, as brothers.

It’s so funny how people who barely knew each other a few months ago have become this close through such a task. We were handed metals, emergency blankets and water. We stopped for photos and took a few with each other before we made our way to see our loved ones.

I walked to the gate to see my wife standing there. I managed to make it all the way to her before breaking down, but as soon as she embraced me I lost what little composure I had left. I was tired, dehydrated, calorie deficient, but most importantly, loved.

And that brings me to the point of all of this. This experience has taught me how powerful of a thing love can be. I was surrounded by it in the weeks leading up to the race by those nearest to me. I witnessed it in the people I knew who supported my fundraising. On race day I was a part of it, I was emboldened by it, and I was transformed by it. Love for and from those around me made someone like myself cross a marathon finish line.

There are plenty of lessons to be learned here, but the greatest lesson in all of this is one that has been stated and restated throughout human history: love is powerful. It can make people come together for a great cause. It can make people rally to help each other. It can make someone run a marathon. It can pull someone from the deepest, darkest chasm of despair. Love is powerful.

12.02.19-Dare to be Weird

Morning Musings:

Back at it after some much needed time away. And here’s what I’ve been thinking about the most.

Dare to be weird.

When we think about people who are successful in their field, we rarely think about the amount of time and energy they’ve put into their craft.

Upon further examination we usually find sleepless nights, borderline neurotic behavior, among other attributes.

There’s the age old tale of Michael Jordan shooting 100 free throws every day.

As with music, running, and pretty much all of my other shenanigans I’ve found this to be true: true success doesn’t look cool.

Practicing, failing, honing skills and focusing on the micro that leads to the macro are not glamorous things. It is impossible to look cool or graceful while doing them.

So let’s dare to be weird. Let’s be okay with looking ridiculous if that means it will pay off in the end.

 

11.20.19-Imposter

Morning Musings

I was thinking about imposter syndrome this morning. The idea that we are fooling everyone by taking a stance on anything.

I thought about the idea of stating my thoughts and coming across as not credible.

But honestly, that’s the only way to grow. If we live in a vacuum to outside thought, then we become stagnate.

We must be perpetually ready to grow as individuals, to put ourselves out there, and adjust based on new information. I also believe this to be the birthplace of creativity.

 

Another quote I’ve been pondering by Paul Stamets: “Creativity leads to happiness which leads to more creativity which leads to more happiness.”

 

11.19.19-Sometimes Consistency is Better Than Quality

Morning Musings

Sometimes consistency is better than quality.

Last night I needed to go running. I really didn’t want to go. After work miles are a trudge, no where near as adventurous as Saturday long runs.

So I decided to take it easy, lo and behold I ended up cranking out a pretty nice recovery run.

Sometimes, when building habits, we get so caught up in doing things perfectly every single time that we fail to see the larger goal. Consistency is what matters over quality so much of the time because if we stay consistent, the quality will follow.

So on that day that you really don’t want to exercise, on that day where creating seems like the last thing you’d like to do, focus on staying consistent, in whatever form, and it may help you stay the course.

11.18.19-When It Doesn’t Seem to Matter

Morning Musings

There are days where it seems worthless. There are days where getting out of bed seems futile at best. There are days where none of it seems to matter in the long run. Why try? Why persist?

But these days don’t define us. They are not who we are. Those days, more than most are the days we must persist. Because that, in and of itself is a victory.

To keep going in the face of adversity is one thing. To persist in the face of complacency is another.

I would argue that pointlessness is just as, if not more of a discouragement that adversity. At least with adversity we can see our enemy.

With the other, we are constantly hurly into the void, not knowing if and when anything will arrive.

But we must persist, we must keep going, because we are building ourselves up for something more.

Happy Monday. Let’s put in some work and achieve our goals, even on the days when they don’t seem to matter.

11.15.19-Honesty Takes Practice

Morning Musings

This morning wasn’t the easiest. Everyday the idea of being an imposter slowly but surely creeps in and I’m left questioning myself.

The truth is we create because we must. We make things because it is better for us. Some days on this forum I feel like I’m speaking to air. Other days I feel like every word I type is somehow disingenuous. But that is all part of the process.

Honesty is a journey. It is a daily practice. Being on honest with yourself about yourself is not a natural thing. We crave safety, we crave stability. And vulnerability is most often the opposite of those things.

So here’s to staying the course. Finding little ways to be honest with ourselves and others a little bit at a time.

11.14.19-A Single Moment of Fear

Morning Musings

This is the first time in a long time that I’ve paused before writing. To me, this exercise is great because it forces me, in whatever fashion, to be creative at least once a day.

Sometimes the pause comes from lack of thought, or sometimes too many thoughts, sometimes it comes out of fear.

I almost always wait until the end of my writing to come up with the title, but this time it was right here.

If I’ve learned anything about making things and putting them into the world, it is that fear is the biggest creativity killer, and most often it is a singular moment.

If we can inch our way over that one hurdle, then fear dissipates. It is gone.

What potential do we have lying beyond that single moment of fear? What if, in consciously acknowledging it as a single moment, we can end up conquering it?

What if our perpetual doubts about are work were all just, in themselves, single moments of fear to be overcome?

What are our points of doubt and how do we overcome them?

 

11.13.19-Forget Your Brand, Focus on the Work

Morning Musings

I’ve been on a really good streak here lately of productivity. There are plenty of good reasons: good sleep, good people, blogging, but today I’d like to focus on one in particular,

I quit worrying about my “brand”.

In the world of making things and putting them on the internet, a culture has arisen. It’s not necessarily bad, it’s just our human way of categorizing things.

We talk about trending, branding, hashtags, and all of these terms and even more that I’m only half familiar with become a part of everyday conversation.

But sometimes we can let those things become the goal and we end up in some sort of technological tail chase.

The best, most productive weeks I’ve had in a long time are because, instead of thinking about how things may look conceptually, I kind of just said “screw it” and put in the work.

Long story short, don’t chase a brand, chase honesty, consistency, and positivity. Do the work first and let your brand speak for itself.