Tag: Perspective

It’s Not About the Race

Posted on by jim_pgh05

You see them in the park on dark, snowy, windy days. They plod along with grim determination. The minutes stretch to hours. Their faces become lost in the blank stare of watching miles of road pass beneath them. They are the runners training for spring marathons.

Marathon training is never a particularly fun activity. There are long miles to be run and sore muscles to be endured. I see the runners in the park and I can just tell who is doing their long run for the week. They are resigned to their pace and the wind in their face. They are calm and stoic, demonstrating a willingness to sacrifice that few know or understand. I know this because I was one of them.

            It’s not easy to train for a marathon, but that’s not the point of this article. What I really want to discuss is what marathoners demonstrate – a profound understanding of the value of hard work. Few people can just go out and run 26 miles any time they want. You have to work for it. Anyone involved in sport or fitness can relate to that. To get better, stronger, or faster, you have to earn it.

            One of the roads that I occasionally ride when doing hill work on my bike comes to mind. On the steepest pitch, someone has painted motivational phrases to help them keep pushing. One phrase that always catches my eye is, “Train Hard, Work Easy.” This phrase recognizes that the hardest work you do isn’t necessarily during the race, but during the training you put in to get the race.

            Spectators don’t always get it. They see the race, game or event and think that’s what being an athlete is all about. I always get a little annoyed during a sports event like the Olympics when the commentators make a big deal about how this or that athlete has sacrificed to get there. Duh. All athletes sacrifice to get where they are, even if it’s someone who is lagging far behind the winners in a local competition. Being an athlete, especially at a highly competitive level, is a lifestyle of sacrifice.

            It’s not about the race, it’s about the dedication to work hard in order to improve yourself and your performance. The race is the icing on the cake; it’s the reward for the work. It’s where you get to lay it on the line. But, you can’t even get to that line without doing the work.

            Fitness endeavors of any kind presuppose a long-range goal or vision. Training for something like a marathon or the Olympics doesn’t happen overnight. You plan. You train. You assess. You train some more. You keep your sights on your goal even when all you see is gray skies and empty roads. But you don’t give up in the face of short-sighted isolation, you press on knowing that it’s all part of the path to your goal and success.

My financial advisor, who happens to be a runner, keeps telling me the same thing. Stick with your long-term goals. Don’t let occasional rough spots dissuade you. Hold on to your vision with discipline and you’ll reap the rewards. Sound familiar? It’s like running a marathon. Patience and persistence lead to the payoff. Life mimics sport. Or is it the other way around?

            Dedication. Discipline. Determination. These are words that characterize fitness enthusiasts. These characteristics will serve you well through life, as well. It’s not about the race; it’s about being willing to put in the effort to get there.

Like Riding a Bike

Posted on by jim_pgh05

      It all began many years ago, as many life experiences do, as a faintly glimmering dream lodged in the back recesses of my brain.  It seemed silly at times to even consider the possibility.  Could I do it?  Maybe.  Should I try it?  Possibly.  Did I have any reason to believe it would succeed?  Not really.

      But the thought I had in mind wouldn’t go away.  Instead of fading into oblivion, it captured my imagination and began to grow.  The more I thought about it, the more I felt the need to at least make an effort.  It wouldn’t go away until I proved, one way or the other, whether it was reality or just a fantasy.

      No, I’m not talking about running the Boston Marathon or anything like that.  But what I’m describing does have an interesting symmetry with the experience athletes have in pursuing their sport.  There’s an inner drive or compulsion that pushes you on in spite of the odds clearly being stacked against you.  The experience I’m relating is that of writing my book, Like Riding a Bike: A Cycle Logical Exploration of Life.

      The idea for the book had its birth during my college years – the lessons of cycling parallel those of life.  It seemed simple and straightforward.  Surely someone must have written a book like that, but I could find none.  I thought, “Well, maybe I’ll just have to write it myself.”  Ha!  Who am I to think I can write a book (or be an athlete, or…)?  But the seed had been planted.

      As the years after college passed, I gained more and varied experiences riding bikes.  I toured.  I raced.  I rode for transportation.  I pedaled for fun.  I also spent time thinking about life and about how you can go about living it.  And I noticed a lot of parallel lessons along the way.  And still, nobody had written the book.

      Finally, at some point, I couldn’t take it any more.  I had to satisfy my curiosity.  I had to try.  I had to let the book inside me out.  I spent nearly a year laying the groundwork.  I sketched out ideas and developed a plan of attack.  I mustered the dedication and discipline needed for a long-term commitment toward exercising my dream.  Then I began the real work, writing the manuscript.

      One year and 200,000 words later I had the first draft of my book.  It was a bit rough and unwieldy, but it was a promising start.  Like the sports I had come to love, I knew it would take time to refine it into something more worthy, but there was satisfaction in reaching the first of many milestones.

      With a manuscript in hand, I turned my efforts to seeking a publisher.  I had written the book out of the personal need to do it, but that’s not to say my fantasy didn’t include becoming a best-selling author.  While I didn’t hang my livelihood or self-worth on publication, I also didn’t surrender the dream.  It became a hobby – send out a few proposals every month and watch the rejection folder slowly grow.

      As I waited for my publication dreams to come to full fruition, I went back and worked on the book itself.  I had learned a lot about writing as I worked through the first draft, and I learned even more by paying attention to writers, publishers, agents, and friends.  The lessons are out there, if you’re open and willing to receive them.  That’s how you improve.

      Over time, I worked through three major revisions.  Each cycle involved honing my skills, trimming the excess (now it’s down to less than 50,000 words), and sharpening my focus.

      Sadly, the publishing industry doesn’t seem to be quite ready for a totally unique and insightful book like mine.  But the dream lives, and I have the persistence of a marathoner.  I’ve worked a with self-publishing house called Xlibris to bring my vision to life – or at least to paperback.  So in the end, I’ve found a way to fulfill that crackpot idea from years ago.  But is it the end or is it just the beginning?  There’s still that whole best-seller thing to work on.  Anything is possible if you keep working toward it.  Dreams can fuel a lifetime.

      If you’d like to see what dreaming can accomplish, look for my book in the bookstore of www.xlibris.com (author name Jim Edwards – it’s shorter and easier).  Or you can check “Book” section of my web site LRBconnections.com.  I promise to sign it the next time you see me.