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Running the Flying Pig Half-Marathon in Record Time

5/9/2017

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When I originally signed up to run the Flying Pig Half-Marathon, I it to run for one of our 22 veterans who take their life every day. In their minds, it's the only way to end the trauma they bring home from their military service. You can read more about my friend Michael Stangelo and why I chose to run for him here: Running the Flying Pig for Something Much Bigger than Me.

​But in the days leading up to the Flying Pig, as weather forecasts began calling for race time temperatures in the upper 30's, I started dreaming of achieving something additional.
I started dreaming of running my fastest half-marathon ever. What a great way to honor Michael. What a way it would be to add to an already great year of running. 

When I arrived in Cincinnati, I began having second thoughts about my optimism toward the weather. I was soggy and freezing as I watched friends run the mile race Friday evening as part of the 3-way challenge. Over the course of the next three days, they would tackle a mile, 5k, 10k, and half-marathon. I was awed by their running stamina, but the half was plenty enough challenge for me.  

On cue, though, the weather brightened and was ideal for running by Saturday morning. Things began looking up for a nice Sunday race day. As I watched my friends' races Saturday that kept me near the Cincinnati Reds' stadium, I reminisced about the days I would sit on my great-grandparents' front porch and listen to Reds' games on a tiny transistor radio. I wondered what they would think of this day and age when you can literally watch every game, every day, on television. I walked away pretty sure they'd still be sitting out there on that old wooden porch swing, my grandpa with a pipe in one hand, that little radio in another, swinging back and forth, back and forth.  
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One of the coolest things about the weekend and my running journey in general is the friends I get to share it with. We all gathered for a pre-race dinner Saturday evening at the Palomino restaurant in downtown Cincinnati. We laughed until we cried. The mood was a perfect setup for my race, now a mere 12 hours away. 

It was perfect, that is, until my friend Danielle started describing the half-marathon course to my friend Lashell. Danielle had run the course before. Lashell and I had not. In a slip of the tongue sort of way Danielle fired off something about how crazy the hills are on this course. In my building hopes for a great race day I hadn't factored in images of crazy hills. Hills, sure,  but not crazy hills. Danielle tried to soften her stance a bit once she sensed my oncoming panic attack. Make molehills out of the mountains she had just heaped on my psyche. But it was too late. The image was there. That attack was in motion.

All the same, it was still a wonderful evening with friends. 
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The irony in that mountain story is Danielle is the one who sent me a pace chart for the course. It was an outline of the pace I would need to keep mile by mile to achieve my goal of breaking 2 hours and 30 minutes. It's what got me to thinking, "I really can do this."

​But the pace chart didn't include the words crazy hills. 

When I got back to the hotel that night I knew I needed to do something about the negativity swirling in my mind. So I amended the pace chart Danielle sent me and made my own. This is what it looked like when I carried it with me the next morning.
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I broke the race into chunks. One chunk was following Danielle's plan to get me to the hills on time. Then, I wasn't going to worry about my pace on the hills; I was going to worry about my mental game there. I needed to completely zero in on the idea that "it's just a hill" or the hill would end up crushing my goal. Once over the hills I'd focus on getting to the 10-mile mark by the target 1:56:17. If I could meet that goal, I knew the final 3 downhill miles would be all mine. 

The plan worked perfectly. I got to the hills on time. They were challenging for sure, but they were just hills. When I got to the 10-mile mark 3 minutes ahead of schedule I knew I was going to crush my goal time. The final 3 miles were some of the fastest race miles I've ever run. I actually sprinted across the finish line to complete the race in 2:27:50. 
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My first ever sprinting across the finish line photo. And I'm excited to share a bigger story about this photo in a later post. It involves the celebration to the right of me.
I've been thinking about that little "cheat sheet" since I finished the race. I'll likely keep it forever. It was the first time I attacked a race strategically. I broke it into bite sized pieces. I outlined what each of those pieces needed to look like. I even projected the mental strength I would need and the words that would represent it when I arrived at the hills. For the first time ever,  I had a running plan. 

I've always run on gut instinct and feel. The net result of that has been a slow runner whose gut had an instinct to turn inside out at the end of a race. There was never anything left but death. ​

​I got to thinking that's the story of my life in many ways. More often than not doing life without a plan hasn't worked out well for me. I'm not advocating overplanning, but I think it would certainly help me to map out a pace chart for other areas in my life. I think I'll do a podcast on that soon so stay tuned.

The Flying Pig Half Marathon will go down as a beautiful memory for me. Some of the things I got to do this weekend that have permanently touched my life:
  • I ran my fastest half-marathon ever. There will be faster, I promise, but crossing that finish line felt like an inflection point in my running life. And I think I'll also draw significant life lessons from it as well.
  • I ran for Michael Stangelo. Getting to know Michael has forever changed my life. I work in the world of mental health promotion, but hearing his story, getting to hear the heartbreak and confusion in his cousin Erica's voice, it was a reminder that we don't have "issues" and "causes" in this country, we have real people with very real struggles.
  • I made a friend in Erica. What a wonderful young woman. 
  • I got to partner with my friend Robyn Larkin in supporting the 22 Too Many mission. It was a reminder there is strength in numbers. It was also a reminder of what an incredible friend she is and how infectious her giant heart is. 
  • I had time to interview my dear friend Lashell for an upcoming podcast. You are going to love her. Lashell defines real. You'll see - and hear. 
  • I met new Megsmiles friends for the first time in person. I love it when online connections gain faces and voices. So it was a thrill to meet Chelsea Dilla and her husband Ben. 
  • Can I use real again? Whenever I'm around my friend Kristie Allen and her husband Dan, I see real. I see real love for Jesus. I see real love and commitment to a relationship. I never leave Kristie without feeling like God just detoured me from life's racecourse to a pitstop - and the Kristie pitstop always includes fuel. I just love that lady. 
  • Will my stomach ever heal after laughing with my friends Kimberly and Danielle, and their quiet sidekick James (Kimberly's husband)? They live life right. They laugh. They care about others deeply. And since I've known them, they've always supported what I'm doing in my life. Whether it's running or taking on a crazy writing and podcasting project. We need frequent time with friends like that. Believe me please and just go grab some of  that time. 
  • It was good to run in Ohio. I've never had a goal to run in different states, but one seems to be evolving. I grew up in Ohio. Cincinnati is beautiful downtown. The race course was breathtaking in spots - one of the prettiest courses I've run frankly. I just loved running in Ohio. 
  • My entire Megsmiles family. Whether with them in Cincinnati or feeling their cheers online. They are family in every since of the word. Not a running family. A family. When you read their online posts at the end of a race and tears begin to fall - that is family. 

What would I change about the Flying Pig?
  • There were too many people on the course. For many portions of the race I found myself moving side to side instead of forward, which explains why I ended up running 13.33 miles instead of 13.1. Tracey Outlaw will chime in with a tangent remark here, but there were portions of the course where it was difficult to keep stride. The bright side to that - it's always beautiful to see so many people out taking on life in such a vibrant way.
​So it's all good. 
Bottom line. I hope to return to the Pig again one day. 
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Running the Flying Pig for Something Much Bigger than Me

5/3/2017

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I started running three years ago to honor a young woman in our community, Meg Cross Menzies, who was struck and killed by a drunk driver while training for the Boston Marathon. I've kept running to keep her memory and all she stood for alive and well. As the miles have collected, though, I've felt a constant tug, probably from Meg, to not only remember what she stood for, but to be more of what she stood for. 

I felt that tug strongest after finishing my first Marathon back in November. I heard a voice telling me there had to be something more than crossing finish lines to this running gig. After prayer and reflection, I decided that more was lending a voice to other people who need help crossing their finish lines. Whether they are running finish lines or life finish lines. 

That's when this website was born. Thousands of years ago the Apostle Paul told a young minister, Timothy, when Paul knew his race was nearing an end and Timothy would need to continue it, "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." (2 Timothy 4:7)

In many ways, I feel like when Paul passed his torch to Timothy, he passed it to me - and to you. I'm inspired by a song written by some local friends in the band Prospect 7. The song is One Flame to Burn. Probably because when I crossed the finish line of my marathon, that's how I felt. Like I had one flame to burn.

​And I can't stop now, l
ook how far I've come
I won't quit here, despite the setting sun
I will go and fight, I'll run to dark with light
I won't be deterred, I have one flame to burn

This weekend I'm running a half-marathon at the Flying Pig in Cincinnati, Ohio. When I do, I'll bring to life what I want TwoTim47.com to be. Running to dark with light. When I toe the line Sunday for my 7th half-marathon, I'll carry the picture below. 
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The young man in that picture, Michael Stangelo, was born and raised in Canal Fulton, Ohio. After graduating high school he pursued a lifelong dream to be like his grandfather.  He joined the marines. Soon after, he found himself in a combat role in Iraq.

It's a small percentage of us who will experience the horror of fighting in a foreign land. And no, sitting on a couch playing Call of Duty isn't a close substitute for that horror. Mainly because when that game is over you can get up and go to dinner like nothing ever happened. In real life, men and women like Michael Stangelo take the battlefield memories to dinner with them. 

They also take them to bed. They take them to phone calls back home with family and friends. And for many, they take them to their grave. 

Michael Stangelo is one of 22 military veterans who take their lives every day as a result of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), the effects of traumatic brain injury, challenges of adjustment and transistion after returning home from a deployement, and the negative stigma in the military community around seeking help. 

So often when we honor our military we don't think of the word military beyond the single unit institution of good men and women willing to sacrifice their lives for our country and personal freedoms. But I had the chance to talk on the phone with Michael's cousin Erica earlier this week. When I got off the phone I was deeply saddened by the reminder that military is real lives and faces. Military is sometimes young men who grew up in Ohio like me, they graduated high school and pursued a life dream like me. But unlike me, sacrifice comes to means a young life cut short and a grieving family left behind as part of the memorial.
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I am honored to run for Michael this weekend. I hope to run a little light to the darkness that lives in his family's life as a result of his death - especially in my new friend Erica's life. I'm asking God to use my run to bring awareness to the tragic but often preventable ending to the lives of some of this country's greatest heroes. It's my mission this weekend to help people understand the biggest difference between cancer and mental illness is that this country fights like hell to find a cure for cancer and too often tells folks battling mental illness - both in and out of the military - to toughen up. 

Well I hope to run tough for Michael this weekend. Knowing the battle he fought will make the battles I often face at mile 6 or 9 or 12 seem small. Erica told me before Michael went to Iraq he was a kid full of life. That's how I plan to run Sunday, Michael, full of life brother. 

I'll be publishing a podcast later this week to talk more about my conversation with Erica and about Michael's journey. I hope you'll tune in. You'll be able to find it on this website. You can also download my podcasts at iTunes or Podbean - just dowload either app and search for TwoTim47 and subscribe. 

You can also follow me on my TwoTim47 Facebook page where I'll be posting links to the podcasts and updates this weekend about my run for Michael, to include live videos and thoughts.
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    Keith Cartwright

    Life is like running.
    ​If we have friends running alongside us, there's no fight we can't fight, no race we can't finish. 

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