What Kind of Champion are You? Sprint, Middle or Long Distance?

English: The lonliness of the long-distance ru...

English: The lonliness of the long-distance runner(s) These two runners had just finished running along the foot/cycle path that runs along the side of the A14 here – which can’t have been too nice for them. I passed them again about 40 minutes later in the heart of Felixstowe, still running – I hope they were nearly home! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Misty May-Treanor Wheaties

Misty May-Treanor Wheaties (Photo credit: GeneralMills)

I have wakened between four and five each morning for a while now. Usually I lie and consider the warmth of my bed, snuggling in a little deeper and give thanks for my comfort, and then, turn over for another couple of hours of comfort. Always a quick little thought intervenes that says, rise, spring up, start the day with vigor and through much self-discipline I stay abed. Simply because I can. This morning was a little different as a softer thought gently wafted into my brain. How about getting up just to see what the day might hold for you? No rush, no fuss, no muss. So here it is, 6:18 am, showered, sipping a cup of tea, and considering some very Important Thoughts. (I have mentioned before that my early early morning thoughts seem to carry concepts and originality the rest of the day never sees.)
So what wonderous pervasive notion has captured my mind today?

Champions or perhaps non-Champions or perhaps some kinds of Champions.  (No I have not been eating ‘Wheaties – The Breakfast of Champions lately’)  What has been on my mind of course is NaNoWriMo as it is for many in this magical month.  And that got me to thinking – great thoughts (depending on the time of day of course).

Now you won’t find any whining and snivelling oh poor me here.  This is a journey of discovery.  Yep,  I have the concept, the plot, story, beginning, and ending.  Like all people, many of whom have full-time jobs in addition to this commitment, time is a challenge and my life much like yours is going through a period where the fates have increased the drama quotient by whirling up a stew of deaths, heartaches, illnesses, more illnesses, strife between people, stressors (none of which are mine personally, but family and friends) all  in the last ten days, stirred it all with the mighty universal spoon, thrown in our bowls and said, “Now deal with it.”

Now the scene is set.  No excuses to be had as life tends to do that to all of us sometimes, and while we look at our own set of problems there are way too many dealing with much much more.  Now setting all this in its place comes the crux of the matter.

I like to write.  I will finish this story because it deserves to be told.  I will  finish it on time.

It did get me thinking about different kinds of Champions though and my mind turned to running and races.

There are for instance Sprints, 100, 200, 300 meters which require a quick and large output of speed and focus on the athlete’s maximum attainment of speed.  Whew even the thought leaves me breathless and my heart feels like it should start pounding explosively. ( I won’t let it of course – much too old for such nonsense).  But the Sprint is pretty much what we bloggers do on a daily basis.

Then there are the Middle Distance Runners at 800 or 1500 meters.  This takes a little more strategy in accomplishing a win without blowing all your energy in the first quarter or half.  Different mind set.

Then, aha!  The Long Distance Runner.  Now that’s what I am talking about.  Going the distance.  The Novel.

My ever trustworthy and sharing friends at Wikipedia  have this interesting tidbit of information.

Stride rate and types

Exercise physiologists have found that the stride rates are extremely consistent across professional runners, between 185 and 200 steps per minute. The main difference between long- and short-distance runners is the length of stride rather than the rate of stride.[15][16]

During running, the speed at which the runner moves may be calculated by multiplying the cadence (steps per second) by the stride length. Running is often measured in terms of pace[17] in minutes per mile or kilometer. Fast stride rates coincide with the rate one pumps one’s arms. The faster one’s arms move up and down, parallel with the body, the faster the rate of stride. Different types of stride are necessary for different types of running. When sprinting, runners stay on their toes bringing their legs up, using shorter and faster strides. Long distance runners tend to have more relaxed strides that vary.

Reaching the finish line.

It’s wonderful to have dallied all these many many years thinking what a wonderful novelist I would be.  The thought first arrived on a sunny June afternoon about fifty years ago (oops a little of my procrastination side showing here).  I think it is pretty much time to find out and the ‘have to’ of a deadline makes it exciting.  Push come to shove I may just find out I am a Sprinter, in which case I shall devote all energy there.  Lord knows I am in exemplary company there.

English: Kensuke Takezawa is a Japanese long-d...

English: Kensuke Takezawa is a Japanese long-distance runner. 日本語: 竹澤健介は日本の長距離走選手。 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Don’t Tell, Replace, Tune Out

I have been trying to listen.  Really listen.  To me.  Trying to solve some things, find answers to questions that niggle, which when used as a verb means to cause slight but persistent annoyance.  Yes I want persistence but not of the annoying kind.

I have mentioned more than once that the greatest wisdom and insight this poor mind has is during those moments when I am almost fully awake in the early morning but have not opened my eyes yet or changed position.  Either of those two seems to be enough to dissapate whatever world shaking news my secret self was about to share with the struggling conscious me.

DON’T TELL

So this morning something different occurred.  Well a couple of different things.  The first was that when I had a clear detailed dream I made myself question things as they happened.  I remember seeing a primary character in my story or at least something representative of him and then it shifted deeper into the background and layers of walls and blocks one by one slid in front of it.  I questioned, for the first time in this kind of dream ‘why’?  Why, when the answer is so clear would it be muddied by layers that are going to have to be taken off one by one?

The question alone presented the answer.  I was in awe of the depth and complexity of my character, who although not a good person is quickly becoming my favorite.  When he first revealed himself to me it was in layers and I felt like it was a journey of discovery and got so excited that I wanted to portray that immediately.  But of course!  I should not blow his cover, as it were, to you any quicker than he is ready to reveal himself.  That’s the key to the story.  Any story!  I was just so excited at figuring this guy out..what motivated him to do what he did…the journey that made him who he is in the present…I just wanted to blab it all out. HA Go figure.

REPLACE

This is something else that came to me in those few minutes I am starting to call the Wisdom Moments.  (And by the way, I remembered what I needed by refusing to open my eyes until I committed key words to memory, reciting them again and again, as I swear it is like Fort Knox and once I am truly awake the doors slam shut and the gates are lowered.)Somehow it was connected with the dream but the message was ‘Replace’.

You see I have been struggling with a couple of issues I want to change but the thought of perhaps a little discomfort in doing so sort of put me off.  How could I make the change successfully?  Both are habits.  One is that every night I have a drink  of Scotch, or two.  Now the fact is that I believe in the benefits of a daily sip, but I am annoyed that there seems to be an internal clock and click, at six, pour drink.  I fully support imbibing it is just the every day ritual I dislike.  Actually last week I made it a point not to partake and felt pretty good all week.  It wasn’t the discomfort of not having a drink, but that niggle again, you know the persistent annoyance of changing a habit.  And it renders me less creative because then my mind goes into  holiday mode – R&R.

So in the spirit of ‘Replace’ I shall replace that with beer….NO NO…just kidding..a nice cuppa tea like Mom used to make with cream and sugar.  Perhaps I will pick up some 18% cream for that once a day treat.  Now that I can look forward to.

The other issue is so secret I hate to say it but…my grandson thinks I quit smoking a long time ago and the only safe time for me to have one is late at night when he is in bed.  SHHH!  First of all I hate sneaking around.  What am I?  The child here?  Secondly I hate lying to him.  Deceiving him.  So soon as this is posted on goes The Patch.  The shame is not in the smoking, I support those who wish to smoke, the shame for me is in the deceit.  I considered being truthful with him and telling him to get used to it, he’s not the boss of me.. but I think I just don’t care to pursue this particular avenue of self destruction right now.  Not worth my time or money and it actually is interfering in my creativity since I have to pop outside to do the deed.

TUNE OUT

This advice did not come from within, beyond or anywhere except my email.  Once I woke, wrote down the key words I needed, I checked my stats and emails for all your posts.  Being Gemini this is part of what it said – (and no before you even think to ask I do not plan or live my life according to said scope, but it is amusing) – You need some peace and quiet.  Don’t even pick up a newspaper – try to not even think!  Just tune out and take care of yourself.

Nuts I just get this thinking thing down and now…..well too late for today.  I’ll have to try and not think tomorrow!  Have a wonderful day all!

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