1 week down

10 to go!

I've written about my relationship with running on this blog before. As I looked to log back in to this account I realized I haven't written in a while. At least not for anyone to read. I couldn't help but wonder if the funk I find myself in with my running is related to the fact that I haven't really written or emptied out my mind on to paper or onto my little space on the internet.

As I do with a lot of life's issues,  I turn to the all mighty oracle (Google). I started searching for others in a funk with running. Now I don't mean those folks that refuse to run because it's bad for your knees or because hate it. I mean those folks that love running but at times can fall into a rut and it becomes a chore instead of the freeing amaze-ball experience it is/should be.

All roads lead to getting some fresh eyes on my situation and that meant working with a coach. I follow a lot of runners on various social media accounts. Only a select few deem a follow on every platform though and lo and behold as accomplished as this specific runner is (5 x Boston marathoner), they were also working with a coach. So I was in and why not the same coach they're working with. I of course quickly reached out. Half thinking I wouldn't get any response.

Fast forward a week. A phone conversation and quite a few back and forth via email and text as well as on running apps. I'm done with week 1. Clocking in 26.5 miles. Not a lot of mileage over what I've been running but with new purposeful running and even enjoying the day off instead of beating myself up all day about taking a day off at all.

Any thoughts on what else I can do to keep this going? w/ running or this blog?



You’re it!

He’d been in the pool for all of 5 min before I heard him yell out “you’re it!” which means either he or the other kids had said “Want to be friends?”

It will never cease to amaze me how fast and easy kids can make “friends”. When then do we lose that gift? As I’ve gotten older it has definitely become harder to make friends. Are my expectations too high? Or are they too low, and so I sabotage any friendship before it has any chance of growing into anything better.

I look at when I made friends: elementary school, if it wasn’t for facebook I don’t think I would speak to any of them. (I suppose I don’t really speak to them). Middle School/Jr. High I went to a school other than my homeschool so I think that may have hindered communication with some of the grade school friends. Would that be different now in the age of texting and IM’ing? High School for one reason or another I ended up going to 4 different schools. I speak to only one person from middle/jr  and only a couple of people from high school are actually part of my life again if not for FB. Even those people are mostly linked to my wife (whom I met in high school).

The next chapter in my life was the military. I spent xx years in the Marine Corps and I made bonds with people that I know will be actually part of my life forever. Each bond stronger than the last. From training to actual combat. I can remember meeting each of those people and what they meant and how they got me through those tough days and the of course the tough days that follow an enlistment.

After the Marine Corps I didn’t think I’d make friends again. I then joined a group of athletes that showed me I couldn’t be more wrong. I remember the first few days and probably weeks and months it took for me to open up to them. I felt they’d never understand me. They do understand, and surprisingly enough I understand them. As I write these words I come to the realization that it’s been 4 years since I met those folks and I haven’t made any real friends since then. So again, why do we or I refuse to make these connections. Certainly I’ve met people in the last 4 years, right? Yet none really important as all those previously mentioned. (One that comes close I feel close to only because his name and everything about him reminds me of a friends that is very sadly no longer just a phone call away.)

Just as the “you’re it!” earlier made me take a look at friendship and the part it’s played in my life. His goodbye gave me some more insight. “OK bye” and then he walked my way. “I made a friend dad” he exclaimed. Before we even made it to the elevator he had moved on. So I guess there’s just no pressure when we’re young because we haven’t dealt with loss yet. As I’ve grown older I guess I’m done wanting to invest too much of myself in someone I might lose. I will continue to treasure those in my very small circle of friends. All the while hoping it was still OK as adults to say “Want to be friends?”


I didn’t think I’d make it, but now…… #Reverb 13 Day 31

At the end: What’s next for you?

2014 is almost here. 2013 was pretty great but of course it means we have to raise the bar.

Tomorrow will be the end of #RWrunstreak and after a shirt run I will have run for 35 days. From thanksgiving to the new year. I should be able to go back to days off on Fridays. Or I might just keep running at least 1 mile and keep this streak alive.

I’m also jumping on a #makefatcry challenge as well as continuing training for a spring marathon. From the looks of it a lot of calisthenics. Kicking off on the wife’s 33rd birthday. Might convince her to join me. She did join out on the road for a marathon.

Yet another challenge is reading more as well as writing more thanks to the #dailypost from WordPress. No set number of books but definitely not fall off the pace of some pretty stellar years 20 in 2012 and 24 in 2013. For writing it might help to write early and let it flow even if I don’t post until much later.

I then head back to work and have a great January to set the tone for money earning potential of the year. From working on scripts for sales calls and just getting our name out into the stratosphere. For your home buying/selling needs look for The Shafer Group LA every time.

I’m not going to list every single month. First I hate list and well. I don’t doubt my January being awesome I just can’t limit how awesome. So Happy New Year to all. What a month/year it has been.