Here I am, awaiting for the next 3 days for the Jingle Bell 5k Run in Fargo, ND. And I have to say that I have been feeling so much better except for a fall which I will explain here in a bit. But all in all of this week, I am feeling confident, strong and happy.
I have decided to switch things up on my routine of running, I started with my runs after work but now I have switched to morning runs (either 5 a.m. or 6 a.m.) and I find myself more focused on the task at hand. And my milage has been gradually building up from 3 miles a day to now an astonishing 12 miles a day!
What amazes me of my training is my mind focus, I have my race coming up and usually by now, I am sweating bullets and jumping up and down, just ready. But now, I am more relaxed and calm and at ease with myself. But when it comes to race day, I am ready and can't wait for my dosage of adrenaline.
My music selection on my playlist has taken a funny yet great turn. I used to jog or workout to music and it as always hard rock or sometimes, hip hop but of all things to enter my playlist was Kelly Clarkson and some Christian music. Don't get me wrong, wonderful choices but I always looked for the hard, edgy music to get me going on tough runs but after hearing that song, What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger) by Kelly Clarkson has been a HUGE motivating factor in my running and my dancing ability too.
Funny story for everyone, after I purchased the song by Kelly Clarkson on iTunes, I liked it because of the beat and the message of the song and boom, instant adrenaline. And after listening to it and pushing it into my tempo base of running, I ended up dancing during my run here in Washburn, ND. To some, quite embarrassing when others drive by and you see an Indian dancing to Kelly Clarkson but come on, I was having fun, I wasn't constricted down to being a robot! To me, I had fun and to those who smiled and laughed made it all seem better, no fear and quite confident. But a fair warning to those who see me in this nature, it is not pretty and just be glad you can't hear me singing, I sound like my little brother when I am trying to hit a high note.
Apart from laughing and having fun with new music, I have been humble to find myself back and the mornings will be seeing me more because I love seeing the difference between morning and evenings, for my runs. And I have discovered that during both sessions, I have found out that even though it is at different times of the day and some like, some don't but to me, I always have a smile and a common respect for what is around me.
Having a day off this week, on Monday, I wanted a challege and so at 6 a.m., I went for a 5 mile run and kept it simple and decided to take it up a notch and do another running session in the afternoon. At 3 p.m., I ran 7 miles to compile my daily average to 12 miles and it was a good steady run and the only thing that messed me up was a train that passed through and it kept me waiting at a crossing for over 7 minutes that I had to make up in the end. But after it did pass, I took the route I wanted and got to the other side, the train stopped and was blocking me, once again! But I ran along a dirt trail and went to the front of the train and decided to just pass by but as soon as I passed, I heard the train start up and scared the living day lights out of me and boom, I slipped and fell down a coulee (a valley formed by water) and I must have dropped 8 feet into the coulee, filled with broken concrete and horrible conditions, I stood up, checked myself, no broken bones (Thank you, God) but I had scrapes on my neck, my elbow and my leg on my left side.
After that tough fall, I was fortunate to not be any more hurt than I was then. But I was glad to finish that run though, to be able to do 12 miles again, very awesome indeed.
Well, this concludes another post from yours truely, a Kelly Clarkson loving Indian that loves to dance. Live life on how you feel. Be strong and be proud. Thank you again.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
The upcoming race
Even with the cold temperatures arriving here in North Dakota and we had some days of beautiful weather and I am not complaining whatsoever because after my college running days, I do not mind any of the weather, hot, cold, windy, rainy, snowy or anything because of my great coach from the University of Mary in Bismarck, North Dakota.
My coach from high school, Earl Roberts was a great coach because from day one, he never compared me to my father who was a stand out athlete in his glory days. He taught me how to use everything around me and make it my own. Even though at competition, there were many who compared me or even felt disgusted that I wasn't like my father. But to him, it didn't matter, just as long as I was having fun and doing my best for my team, for him and most of all, myself.
I guess you can say that my coaches have been my guiding light and I felt priviliged to be with them and I got to learn and to this day, use everything they taught me as I ventured out into the running world, by myself and now at times, I do get to help coach those who need it. In a way, they taught me not only to be a runner but in some sense, a coach.
With the upcoming race on December 3rd in Fargo, North Dakota, I am ready. I have been ready, but my foot wasn't because of my injury. I kept my mind focused on what is at hand and what my plan was and that is this.....run and have fun. This race isn't just me winning a prize or a medal, it is for a great cause, for helping those with arthritis and it is a nation wide event! Can you believe that, every state has their own Jingle Bell Run.
Learning from reading the scriptures of the Bible, I have found it to guide my inner peace to help me with this race, to pray for my well being and for others in their time of need. My prayers are like my pain, I keep in silence.
These past few days of getting back on my trail to running has been my own miracle because I have yet to feel any pain in my body that prevents me from doing anything. My running has been off the map, I feel so much strength and it is all because of everyone, my family, my friends, just everyone.
One thing that made me feel great was I was looking through some old photos of myself to find one of my old running days and I stumbled across a picture taken on March 3, 2011 and I could hardly recognized myself because at that time, I was very injured with my neck and arm that I didn't run as much as I do now, that I gained weight and it slowed me down and made me feel horrible because I let myself go.
But after training and running starting the first week of June and to this day, I am happy to announced that from March 3rd to Present, I lost a total of 28 pounds and I feel great! I always say, be the miracle, even with your everyday life. I am amazed with how much determination and faith you can put in yourself to keep on going and what is even more amazing is that there are more stories that are bigger than mine, out there in the world. That someone overcame their obstacle and defined their own odds.
This was me (pictures on the left) March 3, 2011 weighing at 221 pounds and this is me in September 2011, weighing at 193 pounds and feeling great and stronger. What is your story?
Sometimes in life, we all look to be happy with ourselves, mentally, physically and emotionally and even spiritually. Be strong and never give up.
Thank you again for reading another blah blah blog by yours truely, have a happy Sunday and I will be posting more because it is my last race this week!!
My coach from high school, Earl Roberts was a great coach because from day one, he never compared me to my father who was a stand out athlete in his glory days. He taught me how to use everything around me and make it my own. Even though at competition, there were many who compared me or even felt disgusted that I wasn't like my father. But to him, it didn't matter, just as long as I was having fun and doing my best for my team, for him and most of all, myself.
I guess you can say that my coaches have been my guiding light and I felt priviliged to be with them and I got to learn and to this day, use everything they taught me as I ventured out into the running world, by myself and now at times, I do get to help coach those who need it. In a way, they taught me not only to be a runner but in some sense, a coach.
With the upcoming race on December 3rd in Fargo, North Dakota, I am ready. I have been ready, but my foot wasn't because of my injury. I kept my mind focused on what is at hand and what my plan was and that is this.....run and have fun. This race isn't just me winning a prize or a medal, it is for a great cause, for helping those with arthritis and it is a nation wide event! Can you believe that, every state has their own Jingle Bell Run.
Learning from reading the scriptures of the Bible, I have found it to guide my inner peace to help me with this race, to pray for my well being and for others in their time of need. My prayers are like my pain, I keep in silence.
These past few days of getting back on my trail to running has been my own miracle because I have yet to feel any pain in my body that prevents me from doing anything. My running has been off the map, I feel so much strength and it is all because of everyone, my family, my friends, just everyone.
One thing that made me feel great was I was looking through some old photos of myself to find one of my old running days and I stumbled across a picture taken on March 3, 2011 and I could hardly recognized myself because at that time, I was very injured with my neck and arm that I didn't run as much as I do now, that I gained weight and it slowed me down and made me feel horrible because I let myself go.
But after training and running starting the first week of June and to this day, I am happy to announced that from March 3rd to Present, I lost a total of 28 pounds and I feel great! I always say, be the miracle, even with your everyday life. I am amazed with how much determination and faith you can put in yourself to keep on going and what is even more amazing is that there are more stories that are bigger than mine, out there in the world. That someone overcame their obstacle and defined their own odds.
Sometimes in life, we all look to be happy with ourselves, mentally, physically and emotionally and even spiritually. Be strong and never give up.
Thank you again for reading another blah blah blog by yours truely, have a happy Sunday and I will be posting more because it is my last race this week!!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
The Hope and Faith Tour featuring other races schedules
As race day approaches in 10 days for the Jingle Bell 5k Run for Athritis in Fargo, ND, I am ready to run and my running has been gradually going along good since my foot injury. I have been averaging 15 minutes to now 30 minutes and picked up the tempo of my runs.
I have my running playlist uploaded and I was surprised on how much music I listen to during my runs which is very often. I do occasionally run without music, and people find this odd that I do run while listening to an audio book from iTunes. It does help me with the long runs though.
But here is the Hope and Faith Tour schedule for 2012 and some dates for those runs have not been determined yet but I will let those know about what is coming.
April 27-28 Christie Clinic Illinois Half Marathon in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois
May 19-21 Fargo Half Marathon in Fargo, North Dakota
June-The Coulee Trail Classic 4.2 miles in Washburn, North Dakota
June 30-the Warrior Dash in South Hastings, Minnesota
July 4-The 4th of July 5k in Mandan, North Dakota
August-the Harvest Fest 5k in Underwood, North Dakota
September-Bismarck Kroll's Diner Half Marathon in Bismarck, North Dakota
-John Colter's Run in Bozeman, Montana-still undetermined
October-Bank of America's Half Marathon in Chicago, Illinois
-Medcenter One's Breast Cancer Awareness 8k in Bismarck, North Dakota
-Monster Dash 5k in Bismarck, North Dakota
November-the Turkey Trot 10k in Bismarck, North Dakota
December-the Jingle Bell 5k Run for Athritis in Fargo, North Dakota
This highlighted races are half marathons for charities and the rest are for awareness and funding/research. And then there are some that I have grown fond of for the past few years. And yes, a total of 13 races this coming year and I am still finding out if I can run another half marathon for Team Challenge for the Crohn's & Colitis Foundation of America's national team in 2012 in Las Vegas!
It may seem like I have a lot of races coming up but I love them. There is nothing like finishing strong and knowing you did your best and to share it with many others. I am very excited for my upcoming races in North Dakota and many other states.
One that became new with me is the Warrior Dash in South Hastings, Minnesota because it is a challenge for me and to others, it seem barbaric but to me, it looks fun and I am always up for a challenge.
The Warrior Dash consists of 3 hellish miles through rough terrain, mud and obstacles. I will add on a link for those who are interested in what I am discussing here. And yes, to answer your questions, I am indeed crazy and have lost my marbles but hey, you only live once. I am doing this race to say that I have done it without any regrets.
http://www.warriordash.com/
Usually when I get done racing an event, I always get a person who asks me what my favorite race was and my reply is, "the next one." because there is that idea in my mind on what to expect and to shock myself in my performance.
Hopefully, this blog gets you an idea on what is in store for the future for me and my running.
Thanks once again, readers.
Jeff Turning Heart Jr., a.k.a. Jeff Runs A Lot
Team Heart Militia Chief
I have my running playlist uploaded and I was surprised on how much music I listen to during my runs which is very often. I do occasionally run without music, and people find this odd that I do run while listening to an audio book from iTunes. It does help me with the long runs though.
But here is the Hope and Faith Tour schedule for 2012 and some dates for those runs have not been determined yet but I will let those know about what is coming.
April 27-28 Christie Clinic Illinois Half Marathon in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois
May 19-21 Fargo Half Marathon in Fargo, North Dakota
June-The Coulee Trail Classic 4.2 miles in Washburn, North Dakota
June 30-the Warrior Dash in South Hastings, Minnesota
July 4-The 4th of July 5k in Mandan, North Dakota
August-the Harvest Fest 5k in Underwood, North Dakota
September-Bismarck Kroll's Diner Half Marathon in Bismarck, North Dakota
-John Colter's Run in Bozeman, Montana-still undetermined
October-Bank of America's Half Marathon in Chicago, Illinois
-Medcenter One's Breast Cancer Awareness 8k in Bismarck, North Dakota
-Monster Dash 5k in Bismarck, North Dakota
November-the Turkey Trot 10k in Bismarck, North Dakota
December-the Jingle Bell 5k Run for Athritis in Fargo, North Dakota
This highlighted races are half marathons for charities and the rest are for awareness and funding/research. And then there are some that I have grown fond of for the past few years. And yes, a total of 13 races this coming year and I am still finding out if I can run another half marathon for Team Challenge for the Crohn's & Colitis Foundation of America's national team in 2012 in Las Vegas!
It may seem like I have a lot of races coming up but I love them. There is nothing like finishing strong and knowing you did your best and to share it with many others. I am very excited for my upcoming races in North Dakota and many other states.
One that became new with me is the Warrior Dash in South Hastings, Minnesota because it is a challenge for me and to others, it seem barbaric but to me, it looks fun and I am always up for a challenge.
http://www.warriordash.com/
Usually when I get done racing an event, I always get a person who asks me what my favorite race was and my reply is, "the next one." because there is that idea in my mind on what to expect and to shock myself in my performance.
Hopefully, this blog gets you an idea on what is in store for the future for me and my running.
Thanks once again, readers.
Jeff Turning Heart Jr., a.k.a. Jeff Runs A Lot
Team Heart Militia Chief
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
I am no hero.
But somewhere along the way, I changed because I never had the same caliber as him but I found my own passion and that was, the sport. Running wasn't just about winning medals, trophies or titles. Neither is it about having the absolute best personal record of a time to finish a race. My mind set was, "what is the main purpose of a race?" Is it to be faster than others? Or is it the determination of the mind, body and soul?
And don't get me wrong, I do have a set goal of a time that I keep for myself when I do have a race but if I was successful, I was happy for myself but if I didn't make that time I wanted, then there is alway a next time and it will keep me focused and harness my inner drive.
The main reason why I say that I am no hero or never claim it is because I meet with a lot of people who are dealing with everything that is beating them down, cancer, suicide, cystic fibrosis, crohn's disease, ulcerative colitis, diabetes, kids who are living in group homes and some kids who are looking for a role model, they are my absolute heroes because of what they go through on a day to day basis. That even though some think that the world was cruel when they were given the short end of the stick but yet, they smile and keep on smiling because they held onto their faith so strong that not even the best in the world could destroy something others search for, their passion and that is, life.
I run for them because I have a connection with so many on different levels and to be able to run for them has been my honor. I do not run for ego, money or anything materialistic. I run for the people and to me, that is worth more than any dollar amount.
I have faith in myself that I will do my best for them and that one day, it will inspire many others to do the same. And with my personal running squad, Team Heart Militia, means that whenever you come across a situation where you are being beaten down by life or just facing another day, that you bring your heart to war because you would be shocked on how far your heart gets you. It is why my team name is called that. And my running squad has been recruiting fellow honorable members. And my motto is: Be the miracle.
With the new and upcoming year of 2012 right around the corner, I prepare myself for many half marathons and road races and working on my charities for now. And I will have to tell you that it has been keeping me very busy but I am proud of my work I have been working on. I have been working on what races I would want to do, working on the budget, training and working on my donor walls.
What has been exciting is that I will be showing my personal interest on joining a team called Team Challenge for Crohn's & Colitis Foundation of America and will be doing my best to represent North Dakota, South Dakota and Minnesota. And this team is a national team and will be working on what running events I could do for their organization. Fulfilling indeed and I will keep you all updated on what will be going on for the next few weeks.
Thank you all for once again, tuning in to another blog post of the Diary Of A Mad Runner and with my upcoming race in Fargo, ND, expect a lot of information and some good times.
Monday, November 21, 2011
The first day back and winter running tips
Well, yesterday (November 20, 2011), I started back up with jogging. It wasn't a fairly long jog but a good start to get back into running again. For the 15 minutes I jogged around Washburn, I started to feel better because my foot wasn't in pain like it was before and it was almost like I felt invincible again.
Sometimes when I run around town and get a great view of the Missouri River and over looking the scenery has made my running enjoyable. But that particular morning was different. I started up at 6:30 a.m. and did my normal stretching and feeling the butterflies, I dressed warm as it was a astonishing 4 degrees with a slight wind at 8 mph. I thought about the upcoming race for me, which is on December 3rd in Fargo. Even though it is a 5k run, it will be my last race for the year as I did some fantastic races this week. I have been proud of my accomplishments.
What got me feeling proud was after the run, the sun began to rise and it shined upon me, like a warm embrace that I am still in this, regardless of what I went through in the previous years.
Winter running has always been the most challenging task I have ever had, the slick ground that is proven to be dangerous, the frigid air, the stiff muscles and mixed with wind can be hurting. But runners never have the constant perfect days, going through such weather situations, it makes you stronger for your competition and that is what I focus on, that this will make me stronger than I can dream of.
For those runners who are beginning in the winter, here are some tips from a person who is crazy enough to run in such horrible weather.
1. Dress in layers, base layers will help retain heat to your body.
2. Be aware of your surroundings, a slight turn on ice or off the path can be dangerous
3. Dress warm, not cool. It is better to dress in warm clothing and look silly than dress in fabric that isn't made for winter, running isn't a fashion statement.
4. Protect your feet and hands. Wearing any random pair of socks or gloves isn't going to cut it. Fleece gloves or insulated gloves work and thicker socks work on keeping your feet warm from cold temps on the ground level.
5. Carrying extra. To be safe, I always carry my cellphone, some extra cash and my ID on me because you may never know what may happen on your run.
6. Protection of your face and ears. When colder temps are amongst us, it is good to invest in a facemask and a stocking cap or sometimes at different stores, they have both built into one. Granted you may look like a person who is ready to rob a bank but at least you'll be warm. And if the police do get suspicious, hold your hands up in the air as they see you do not have a weapon on you and don't be afraid to show your face to them and smile. It lets them know you are friendly.
7. Stay visible. Wearing bright colors will let you be visible to those who are traveling in vehicles and at some retail stores, they do make clothing with reflectable tagging that reflects from the headlights of vehicles. Or some actually do make a vest or a strap to wrap around your arm, leg or head to reflect off of the headlights of vehicles too.
Some of these tips I have learned from running in a winter environment and I may look goofy but at least I am still alive today and safe. That is all that matters to me. I rather look silly than to be in a hospital or worse, dead.
I am sure I could think of more tips to add but I am sure I could ramble on that for hours. And for my fellow runners, I wish you a safe run and I hope you are doing great!
Any questions or comments, please feel free to publish or you can contact me by my emails: jturningheart@fortmandan.org or jeffylube40@hotmail.com and even leave a comment on the provided box at the end of this blog. I do reply and be willing to answer any questions or anything that you may have on your mind.
Thank you once again for tuning in for the newest blog of the Diary of a mad runner. And Fargo, ND, get ready because in 12 days, I will be ready.
Sometimes when I run around town and get a great view of the Missouri River and over looking the scenery has made my running enjoyable. But that particular morning was different. I started up at 6:30 a.m. and did my normal stretching and feeling the butterflies, I dressed warm as it was a astonishing 4 degrees with a slight wind at 8 mph. I thought about the upcoming race for me, which is on December 3rd in Fargo. Even though it is a 5k run, it will be my last race for the year as I did some fantastic races this week. I have been proud of my accomplishments.
What got me feeling proud was after the run, the sun began to rise and it shined upon me, like a warm embrace that I am still in this, regardless of what I went through in the previous years.
Winter running has always been the most challenging task I have ever had, the slick ground that is proven to be dangerous, the frigid air, the stiff muscles and mixed with wind can be hurting. But runners never have the constant perfect days, going through such weather situations, it makes you stronger for your competition and that is what I focus on, that this will make me stronger than I can dream of.
For those runners who are beginning in the winter, here are some tips from a person who is crazy enough to run in such horrible weather.
1. Dress in layers, base layers will help retain heat to your body.
2. Be aware of your surroundings, a slight turn on ice or off the path can be dangerous
3. Dress warm, not cool. It is better to dress in warm clothing and look silly than dress in fabric that isn't made for winter, running isn't a fashion statement.
4. Protect your feet and hands. Wearing any random pair of socks or gloves isn't going to cut it. Fleece gloves or insulated gloves work and thicker socks work on keeping your feet warm from cold temps on the ground level.
5. Carrying extra. To be safe, I always carry my cellphone, some extra cash and my ID on me because you may never know what may happen on your run.
6. Protection of your face and ears. When colder temps are amongst us, it is good to invest in a facemask and a stocking cap or sometimes at different stores, they have both built into one. Granted you may look like a person who is ready to rob a bank but at least you'll be warm. And if the police do get suspicious, hold your hands up in the air as they see you do not have a weapon on you and don't be afraid to show your face to them and smile. It lets them know you are friendly.
7. Stay visible. Wearing bright colors will let you be visible to those who are traveling in vehicles and at some retail stores, they do make clothing with reflectable tagging that reflects from the headlights of vehicles. Or some actually do make a vest or a strap to wrap around your arm, leg or head to reflect off of the headlights of vehicles too.
Some of these tips I have learned from running in a winter environment and I may look goofy but at least I am still alive today and safe. That is all that matters to me. I rather look silly than to be in a hospital or worse, dead.
I am sure I could think of more tips to add but I am sure I could ramble on that for hours. And for my fellow runners, I wish you a safe run and I hope you are doing great!
Any questions or comments, please feel free to publish or you can contact me by my emails: jturningheart@fortmandan.org or jeffylube40@hotmail.com and even leave a comment on the provided box at the end of this blog. I do reply and be willing to answer any questions or anything that you may have on your mind.
Thank you once again for tuning in for the newest blog of the Diary of a mad runner. And Fargo, ND, get ready because in 12 days, I will be ready.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Evolution of the mohawk and feeling better
Well, as days go by and having time to relax and heal up has been going on fine. Much better than I have been expecting. I am to the point where I still think about running and competing but not to the point where I actually go out and do it injured and end up being more injured than before. I just recap on previous races and get the general idea on my next race, which will be a 5k in Fargo, ND which is called the Jingle Bell Run for Arthritis.
Even though I am not able to compete at the Turkey Trot in Bismarck, ND on Thanksgiving, I am still saying my prayers for those runners to be safe and for them to get what they want out of the run. Much respect and gratitude for them.
Am I upset or even sad about not being able to compete on Thanksgiving? No, I am a little disappointed but I always tell myself, "There is always next year, the race isn't going away."
My foot pain and shoulder trouble have been feeling better and I am grateful for that. Just a few more days and I am able to start up jogging and finding my way back on the road to the upcoming race. I will be happy again when that happens.
And on a funny note, I was asked about why I have a mohawk when my tribe (Sioux) didn't have mohawks and what it is supposed to represent. To me, having a mohawk isn't just a tribal thing, it is a motivational tool because everyone has their own trademarks or something to give them that edge. The mohawk was just something I thought of last year for my dart team which I play on and it just stuck. When I didn't have the mohawk, I was always asked, "When will we see the mohawk again?" and As I grew it out and showcased it at some running events, people did enjoy it and did compliment me on it. Quite flattering really.
I am to the point where local kids here in Washburn, ND have started calling my hairstyle "Hawkness" which is a nice and fitting nickname. Even though my tribe never had mohawks during battles, this is a new age for everyone to be their own person but still holding onto their traditions and beliefs. I wear mine because I have my own personal battles and my hairstyle means I am ready to do battle, with anyone, anything, anywhere, and anytime. My other motto has always been, "Always give in but never give up" which states that what ever hurts you at that point, that negativity, use it for you own motivation to push forward, to push past everything that is beating you down and stand your ground. Just never give up, on yourself and what you stand for.
My previous blog was on motivation, this one is more based on not only a hairstyle of my personal being but it is also on the evolution of the soul of a person.
My family has shown me a route where you carry your heart on your sleeve and my traditions has taught me to respect others and myself and be generous with whom you meet. Those characteristics I carry with me on a daily basis because we all have one life to live but have we really lived it the way we are supposed to? A question we could ask ourselves from time to time.
As I could down the days to get back out on the road, the running paths, the cold, frigid winter weather, I am more excited. I am being patient but inside, I am excited because of my passion. You could probably harness my energy and adrenaline in a bottle and it could generate a city because I feel this and I live it. I feel like I have lightning in a bottle and the containment isn't enough. That when you are running in front of a crowd of 100 people that sound more like 10,000, the adrenaline pushes you to the point where you don't feel pain or aches or much of anything when you are running.
Even though I forgot to mention one more motivation that keeps me going on different levels and I forgot to mention this because my mind was on different directions but I will acknowledge one more importance and that is the one and only, God.
Without my faith in God, Jesus and the teachings of faith and humanity, I would not be able to accept and love the second chance I have been given. And I am thankful for all.
My faith can never be broken or destroyed because of that strong bond with Jesus and with God. And what people don't know is that before every race, I do read a scripture from the Bible and I focus on that and write it down on a piece of paper and place it in my show to give me that extra step.
If you ever want a great song that has been an awesome workout song that is a Christian Rock song is "On My Own" by Ashes Remain. Which is relating that every battle we all have, we are not in it alone. That God is always behind us, as well as Jesus. Pure passion meets pure beliefs. Blessed be to those who are finding themselves.
Once again, thank you for reading this ongoing blog, and as I start up with workouts, training and upcoming races, I will keep you all informed and post pictures of the process. I wish you all a great day and enjoy it!
Even though I am not able to compete at the Turkey Trot in Bismarck, ND on Thanksgiving, I am still saying my prayers for those runners to be safe and for them to get what they want out of the run. Much respect and gratitude for them.
Am I upset or even sad about not being able to compete on Thanksgiving? No, I am a little disappointed but I always tell myself, "There is always next year, the race isn't going away."
My foot pain and shoulder trouble have been feeling better and I am grateful for that. Just a few more days and I am able to start up jogging and finding my way back on the road to the upcoming race. I will be happy again when that happens.
And on a funny note, I was asked about why I have a mohawk when my tribe (Sioux) didn't have mohawks and what it is supposed to represent. To me, having a mohawk isn't just a tribal thing, it is a motivational tool because everyone has their own trademarks or something to give them that edge. The mohawk was just something I thought of last year for my dart team which I play on and it just stuck. When I didn't have the mohawk, I was always asked, "When will we see the mohawk again?" and As I grew it out and showcased it at some running events, people did enjoy it and did compliment me on it. Quite flattering really.
I am to the point where local kids here in Washburn, ND have started calling my hairstyle "Hawkness" which is a nice and fitting nickname. Even though my tribe never had mohawks during battles, this is a new age for everyone to be their own person but still holding onto their traditions and beliefs. I wear mine because I have my own personal battles and my hairstyle means I am ready to do battle, with anyone, anything, anywhere, and anytime. My other motto has always been, "Always give in but never give up" which states that what ever hurts you at that point, that negativity, use it for you own motivation to push forward, to push past everything that is beating you down and stand your ground. Just never give up, on yourself and what you stand for.
My previous blog was on motivation, this one is more based on not only a hairstyle of my personal being but it is also on the evolution of the soul of a person.
My family has shown me a route where you carry your heart on your sleeve and my traditions has taught me to respect others and myself and be generous with whom you meet. Those characteristics I carry with me on a daily basis because we all have one life to live but have we really lived it the way we are supposed to? A question we could ask ourselves from time to time.
As I could down the days to get back out on the road, the running paths, the cold, frigid winter weather, I am more excited. I am being patient but inside, I am excited because of my passion. You could probably harness my energy and adrenaline in a bottle and it could generate a city because I feel this and I live it. I feel like I have lightning in a bottle and the containment isn't enough. That when you are running in front of a crowd of 100 people that sound more like 10,000, the adrenaline pushes you to the point where you don't feel pain or aches or much of anything when you are running.
Even though I forgot to mention one more motivation that keeps me going on different levels and I forgot to mention this because my mind was on different directions but I will acknowledge one more importance and that is the one and only, God.
Without my faith in God, Jesus and the teachings of faith and humanity, I would not be able to accept and love the second chance I have been given. And I am thankful for all.
My faith can never be broken or destroyed because of that strong bond with Jesus and with God. And what people don't know is that before every race, I do read a scripture from the Bible and I focus on that and write it down on a piece of paper and place it in my show to give me that extra step.
If you ever want a great song that has been an awesome workout song that is a Christian Rock song is "On My Own" by Ashes Remain. Which is relating that every battle we all have, we are not in it alone. That God is always behind us, as well as Jesus. Pure passion meets pure beliefs. Blessed be to those who are finding themselves.
Once again, thank you for reading this ongoing blog, and as I start up with workouts, training and upcoming races, I will keep you all informed and post pictures of the process. I wish you all a great day and enjoy it!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
My motivation and focus
From my rise to my falls, my motivation for running, racing or working out has always been my family, both immediate or adoptive, my friends, my community and most of all, the people who I represent at each run, those who deal with everyday struggles.
After getting to know a few people who have to deal with something that is making them take a second look on life, it makes me feel like whatever I went through, they go through hard or maybe even harder. But if I can make them smile or be proud for knowing that someone like me, a kid from the reservation could make them happy for one race, for one day, it is worth it all. Every mile, every drop of sweat, every sore muscle, just....everything.
To me, everyday is a given but at times, I always have that feeling like I have been running on borrowed time which means that there are days where I do not believe that I can still do this, after everything, the surgeries, the limitations.
As of late, I have some friends who have been discussing with me that they think I have been doing all of this, the charity work and running for them, which is 80% true because without them as motivation, I would not be able to do this. But deep beneath all that, I also do this for myself. Running has always been my form of therapy and I have been doing it for 15 years and still going. And just like any other runner, I've had my good days and I have always had my bad days. Nothing is ever just perfect, you make due with what you are given.
When I was getting ready for the half marathon back in September this year (insert flashback sequence), I met those who were survivors of suicide and I have met those who lost someone to suicide and the stories and the emotions put me in a place where I knew that someone had to take a stand, whether that person was me or not, it wasn't my place to judge. But I wanted to take a stand of my own to prove that no matter how much ugly there is in this world at times, it still can be beautiful. Just like everyone.
With my mother, she has always been my number 1 fan since I was a kid, from playing little league to cross country and track events, she was always there when I needed it. Even when I had a rough day at practice or at a meet, she was always there to say, "you did your best and I am very proud." For her and the rest of my family members, I was blessed at a young age and still am, because of them.
My adopted parents who I became a part of a few years back because of a wonderful young woman who I respect and very proud of, they have always been there for me as well. My adopted mother, Barbara has been my shoulder to lean on and has always been a great lending voice to listen to. As for my adopted father, Steven, he has been my idol and role model because of his major role as a husband, a father, a brother, a son and most of all, a great friend. He and I get together a lot and I have been so blessed for him and my adopted mother because without them, I wouldn't be much of a strong force today. Even with their daughters who are a part of me, Marnie, Megan, and Morgan, they remind me of my 3 sisters I have back at home, each one so different but with great hearts.
My friends who are nearby and some far away, we've all had our great times together and continue to make more. Even at my worst days, they bring me up to a level where I smile and have a great sense of pride in myself. With the current family I hang out with, the Johnsons and the Meadows combined have been some good times with our laughter and joking. Since I moved to Washburn, I was more of a loner because all I did was work and run. And as soon as I met a guy who I have considered to be one of my best friends, he amazed me when he stepped up to the father and husband role and did it in an awesome way. After hanging out with him, he got me introduced to a kid who has become like a little brother to me and like I said, let the good times roll with all of us. They are great people who motivate me.
Everyone has played a huge role in my life and when I run, I run for them as well because without the engine parts, this train isn't going anywhere but the station.
My philosophy has been that those who make you whole are those you want around in your life because they are your foundation.
Again, this is another wordy blog and I hope none of you have fallen asleep by my ramble, I just thought I would pay some respects to those who help get me this far and for those of you who I have missed, I apologize but you are in my heart and in my muscles. And I am pulling a Jerry Maguire moment here but You....Complete.....Me. Insert tear drop here :)
I wish you all a great day and I hope you can look around you and appreciate those who motivate you in any different way.
After getting to know a few people who have to deal with something that is making them take a second look on life, it makes me feel like whatever I went through, they go through hard or maybe even harder. But if I can make them smile or be proud for knowing that someone like me, a kid from the reservation could make them happy for one race, for one day, it is worth it all. Every mile, every drop of sweat, every sore muscle, just....everything.
To me, everyday is a given but at times, I always have that feeling like I have been running on borrowed time which means that there are days where I do not believe that I can still do this, after everything, the surgeries, the limitations.
As of late, I have some friends who have been discussing with me that they think I have been doing all of this, the charity work and running for them, which is 80% true because without them as motivation, I would not be able to do this. But deep beneath all that, I also do this for myself. Running has always been my form of therapy and I have been doing it for 15 years and still going. And just like any other runner, I've had my good days and I have always had my bad days. Nothing is ever just perfect, you make due with what you are given.
When I was getting ready for the half marathon back in September this year (insert flashback sequence), I met those who were survivors of suicide and I have met those who lost someone to suicide and the stories and the emotions put me in a place where I knew that someone had to take a stand, whether that person was me or not, it wasn't my place to judge. But I wanted to take a stand of my own to prove that no matter how much ugly there is in this world at times, it still can be beautiful. Just like everyone.
With my mother, she has always been my number 1 fan since I was a kid, from playing little league to cross country and track events, she was always there when I needed it. Even when I had a rough day at practice or at a meet, she was always there to say, "you did your best and I am very proud." For her and the rest of my family members, I was blessed at a young age and still am, because of them.
My adopted parents who I became a part of a few years back because of a wonderful young woman who I respect and very proud of, they have always been there for me as well. My adopted mother, Barbara has been my shoulder to lean on and has always been a great lending voice to listen to. As for my adopted father, Steven, he has been my idol and role model because of his major role as a husband, a father, a brother, a son and most of all, a great friend. He and I get together a lot and I have been so blessed for him and my adopted mother because without them, I wouldn't be much of a strong force today. Even with their daughters who are a part of me, Marnie, Megan, and Morgan, they remind me of my 3 sisters I have back at home, each one so different but with great hearts.
My friends who are nearby and some far away, we've all had our great times together and continue to make more. Even at my worst days, they bring me up to a level where I smile and have a great sense of pride in myself. With the current family I hang out with, the Johnsons and the Meadows combined have been some good times with our laughter and joking. Since I moved to Washburn, I was more of a loner because all I did was work and run. And as soon as I met a guy who I have considered to be one of my best friends, he amazed me when he stepped up to the father and husband role and did it in an awesome way. After hanging out with him, he got me introduced to a kid who has become like a little brother to me and like I said, let the good times roll with all of us. They are great people who motivate me.
Everyone has played a huge role in my life and when I run, I run for them as well because without the engine parts, this train isn't going anywhere but the station.
My philosophy has been that those who make you whole are those you want around in your life because they are your foundation.
Again, this is another wordy blog and I hope none of you have fallen asleep by my ramble, I just thought I would pay some respects to those who help get me this far and for those of you who I have missed, I apologize but you are in my heart and in my muscles. And I am pulling a Jerry Maguire moment here but You....Complete.....Me. Insert tear drop here :)
I wish you all a great day and I hope you can look around you and appreciate those who motivate you in any different way.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Welcome all
Greetings to everyone who reads this blog,
My name is Jeff Turning Heart Jr., and I have created this blog to keep friends and many others up to date with my training, my running and my upcoming races that are for charities.
The idea started when I was approached by many on how I train and what it is like with ideas and thoughts brewing through my mind before race day. And this blog is going to keep those entertained and hopefully inspires many to enjoy life the way they should, on their own terms.
And with today on how I now have some "down" time because of a different series of injuries have left me sidelined for a few days has given me time to work on my game plan for recovery and my return back to running.
For those who are just tuning in, I would like to explain these injuries I now have been dealing with. With my shoulder and neck have been off and on for the past few years. Back in 2007, I suffered a neck situation where a benign tumor was taken out of my neck and some tissue resurfaced again in the summer of 2010 and after the last surgery, I lost any free range strength and motion of my arm and quite frankly, my left arm was paralyzed for over 90 minutes. After many different options, my fingers started twitching and regain some life in my arm but not the full 100% .
After a few months or rehabilitation on my arm and movement, my left arm still had nerve damage and couldn't feel anything but I kept on going, even when a part of me thought it was a losing cause.
When it was almost 9 months later and I started back with running and workout again, it was not just clicking with me anymore, I felt like I was done and I was ready to deal with that. But out of the blue, I started feeling something inside me, like an unexplainable force that drove me to keep going and in June of 2011, I started training and I got ready for the 4.2 mile Coulee Trail Run here in Washburn, ND during the Lewis and Clark Days celebration and I ran it and never gave up. After feeling better from that, I started to train more for the 5k run in Underwood, ND for the Harvest Festival celebration and I finished 3rd and that felt great.
After this feeling invincible part of my return, I lost a friend who committed suicide and it rocked my world and it was during my 5k training for the previous race in Underwood for Harvest Fest and immediately I got the question, "When is your next race? Have you thought about the Bismarck Marathon or half marathon?" and I did. I started to think about it constantly and thought it would be a great challenge, one that I desperately needed.
When it came down to the decision to run the half marathon in Bismarck in September of 2011, I thought that this needed something, more of a drive and a meaning to do this. After checking out the website of registration, I seen the link "charities" and I clicked on one but even though they were good charities to be a part of, but nothing clicked just yet. And after losing a friend to suicide, I then wanted to be a part of anything that helps with awareness or prevention, I was game for it. And after a week of deciding how to approach this, I then called the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention and they helped me create a Donor's Wall, where many people can pledge donations to my charity and to the foundation and my initial goal was going to be easy and small, being how it was my first charity event, the amount was $250.00 and that got me started.
With the initial idea on what I was running and representing for the upcoming race, I went right into training for the half marathon and I followed my own type of training and started progressing from running from 35 miles to 56 miles a week. A great motivation was reaching out to many of those who have been affected by losing a loved one to suicide and in some way, it helped heal me from losing my friend.
As the training went on, I started to feel the drive, my passion for doing this race. For once, it wasn't about me, it wasn't about running for a trophy or a title or anything in that nature, it was for the people who deserve it, the people I represented. And there were no pressure intended for me.
When it came down to the week before the race, I went through my week of hell where in 6 days, I averaged 63.5 miles which was unheard of because of my recent battles. And I remember the night before the race, I prepared with a light workout at Gold's Gym and ate a good meal and focused on my race, on my pace time and on my strategy. And after talking to a friend who said she believed in me and that I could do this, it gave me more drive.
Then on race day, at 5:30 a.m., I got up and started to stretch and focus my mind on the run and tell myself what this is for and what I need to do, which was, man up, be the miracle for many. And by 6:45 a.m. was spent with talking to my friends Nick and Tomi, we were in the dark morning, feeling the mist upon us and just knowing that no matter what, we are still running and from as far as the eye could see, runners were pouring in and it made me feel comforted to see so many. To be amongst many who share the same passion as I do and to meet new people was a treat because I met a wise and gentle man who was 76 years old and was racing his last marathon and he has been doing this over 50 years. It was beyond amazing, a loss for words.
At 7:30 a.m. the starting gun goes off and my heart was pounding as we were on our first mile and as I kept my pace and made my way through the pack, I started to feel myself more motivated to keep going and as I made it up the rather large hill by the University of Mary (my old colldge stomping grounds) I found my friend who I talked to the night before on the phone and out of everyone, I seen her and it drove me more because I needed that support and that smile to keep on moving.
Between the 11 and 12 mile marker, my left leg started to cramp up and I took a few moments to relax my leg and keep on going, only 1.5 miles left to go until my challege was done. After I seen the finish line, I kicked it in high gear and after hearing my name being announced by the guy on the PA system, I felt this adrenaline kick in and I finished like I wanted, strong and proud. I looked up to the sky to feel my friend's smile upon me and many others too. My test and challenge was done but not over with. I wanted to do more.
After the half marathon was done, I felt like I could do this more, run half marathons for charities and started my own campaign and got an idea on which races I wanted to do and my charities. In the upcoming 2012 races, I have signed on to 8 charities and I now call it the "Hope and Faith Tour" which will be 2 races in Chicago, Illinois in June and October and then Fargo, ND and Bismarck, ND in May and September. And my mission has been growing, with meeting new people and that is why this blog was created, to share my road to the upcoming races in 2012.
Until recent, my running was good as I ran an 8k for Breast Cancer Awareness but was hit hard with a sinus infection and then a heart murmur where constant pain was a new thing to deal with in my chest. But my goal for that race was running an 8k in 40 minutes and was proud that I finished in 38:52. A personal best.
And then in October, I lost my best friend who was my coworker and my mentor at the job I have enjoyed and loved when I started over 7 years ago. That man meant a lot to me because of what he had taught me, in the work field and outside of work. He took me in as a friend who shared a passion for history and to hear him speak was like listening to a book being read to you, with his knowledge, he was my index.
My heart started to hurt more, because not many would know how I feel everyday he is gone. He may be gone physically but not mentally and some days are fine because I remember all the smiles and fun times we have shared but then there are some days where I don't feel like facing the world or anyone but I know he would want me to move on and there will be a day where I will. It just comes and goes for now.
On Wednesday, November 9th, I hurt my foot and felt a tear or a pull in my muscle and then this past Sunday, November 13th, I strained my shoulder with a slight pull to the muscle. And after discussing with my doctors that it would be wise of me to take some time off to recover, mentally and physically. With my upcoming race on Thanksgiving, the 10k for Cystic Fibrosis has been removed from my running calendar of events but still looking at the 5k race in Fargo, ND on December 3rd for Arthritis.
I may take some much needed time off but I will be back. It is why we call it a set back, so that the come back will be stronger.
In ending of this blog, I hope I did not get too wordy with you and I thank you for your patience and time to read this never ending blog but I invite you to keep reading on what is coming and what is in store for the Diary of a mad runner.
My name is Jeff Turning Heart Jr., and I have created this blog to keep friends and many others up to date with my training, my running and my upcoming races that are for charities.
The idea started when I was approached by many on how I train and what it is like with ideas and thoughts brewing through my mind before race day. And this blog is going to keep those entertained and hopefully inspires many to enjoy life the way they should, on their own terms.
And with today on how I now have some "down" time because of a different series of injuries have left me sidelined for a few days has given me time to work on my game plan for recovery and my return back to running.
For those who are just tuning in, I would like to explain these injuries I now have been dealing with. With my shoulder and neck have been off and on for the past few years. Back in 2007, I suffered a neck situation where a benign tumor was taken out of my neck and some tissue resurfaced again in the summer of 2010 and after the last surgery, I lost any free range strength and motion of my arm and quite frankly, my left arm was paralyzed for over 90 minutes. After many different options, my fingers started twitching and regain some life in my arm but not the full 100% .
After a few months or rehabilitation on my arm and movement, my left arm still had nerve damage and couldn't feel anything but I kept on going, even when a part of me thought it was a losing cause.
When it was almost 9 months later and I started back with running and workout again, it was not just clicking with me anymore, I felt like I was done and I was ready to deal with that. But out of the blue, I started feeling something inside me, like an unexplainable force that drove me to keep going and in June of 2011, I started training and I got ready for the 4.2 mile Coulee Trail Run here in Washburn, ND during the Lewis and Clark Days celebration and I ran it and never gave up. After feeling better from that, I started to train more for the 5k run in Underwood, ND for the Harvest Festival celebration and I finished 3rd and that felt great.
After this feeling invincible part of my return, I lost a friend who committed suicide and it rocked my world and it was during my 5k training for the previous race in Underwood for Harvest Fest and immediately I got the question, "When is your next race? Have you thought about the Bismarck Marathon or half marathon?" and I did. I started to think about it constantly and thought it would be a great challenge, one that I desperately needed.
When it came down to the decision to run the half marathon in Bismarck in September of 2011, I thought that this needed something, more of a drive and a meaning to do this. After checking out the website of registration, I seen the link "charities" and I clicked on one but even though they were good charities to be a part of, but nothing clicked just yet. And after losing a friend to suicide, I then wanted to be a part of anything that helps with awareness or prevention, I was game for it. And after a week of deciding how to approach this, I then called the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention and they helped me create a Donor's Wall, where many people can pledge donations to my charity and to the foundation and my initial goal was going to be easy and small, being how it was my first charity event, the amount was $250.00 and that got me started.
With the initial idea on what I was running and representing for the upcoming race, I went right into training for the half marathon and I followed my own type of training and started progressing from running from 35 miles to 56 miles a week. A great motivation was reaching out to many of those who have been affected by losing a loved one to suicide and in some way, it helped heal me from losing my friend.
As the training went on, I started to feel the drive, my passion for doing this race. For once, it wasn't about me, it wasn't about running for a trophy or a title or anything in that nature, it was for the people who deserve it, the people I represented. And there were no pressure intended for me.
When it came down to the week before the race, I went through my week of hell where in 6 days, I averaged 63.5 miles which was unheard of because of my recent battles. And I remember the night before the race, I prepared with a light workout at Gold's Gym and ate a good meal and focused on my race, on my pace time and on my strategy. And after talking to a friend who said she believed in me and that I could do this, it gave me more drive.
Then on race day, at 5:30 a.m., I got up and started to stretch and focus my mind on the run and tell myself what this is for and what I need to do, which was, man up, be the miracle for many. And by 6:45 a.m. was spent with talking to my friends Nick and Tomi, we were in the dark morning, feeling the mist upon us and just knowing that no matter what, we are still running and from as far as the eye could see, runners were pouring in and it made me feel comforted to see so many. To be amongst many who share the same passion as I do and to meet new people was a treat because I met a wise and gentle man who was 76 years old and was racing his last marathon and he has been doing this over 50 years. It was beyond amazing, a loss for words.
At 7:30 a.m. the starting gun goes off and my heart was pounding as we were on our first mile and as I kept my pace and made my way through the pack, I started to feel myself more motivated to keep going and as I made it up the rather large hill by the University of Mary (my old colldge stomping grounds) I found my friend who I talked to the night before on the phone and out of everyone, I seen her and it drove me more because I needed that support and that smile to keep on moving.
Between the 11 and 12 mile marker, my left leg started to cramp up and I took a few moments to relax my leg and keep on going, only 1.5 miles left to go until my challege was done. After I seen the finish line, I kicked it in high gear and after hearing my name being announced by the guy on the PA system, I felt this adrenaline kick in and I finished like I wanted, strong and proud. I looked up to the sky to feel my friend's smile upon me and many others too. My test and challenge was done but not over with. I wanted to do more.
After the half marathon was done, I felt like I could do this more, run half marathons for charities and started my own campaign and got an idea on which races I wanted to do and my charities. In the upcoming 2012 races, I have signed on to 8 charities and I now call it the "Hope and Faith Tour" which will be 2 races in Chicago, Illinois in June and October and then Fargo, ND and Bismarck, ND in May and September. And my mission has been growing, with meeting new people and that is why this blog was created, to share my road to the upcoming races in 2012.
Until recent, my running was good as I ran an 8k for Breast Cancer Awareness but was hit hard with a sinus infection and then a heart murmur where constant pain was a new thing to deal with in my chest. But my goal for that race was running an 8k in 40 minutes and was proud that I finished in 38:52. A personal best.
And then in October, I lost my best friend who was my coworker and my mentor at the job I have enjoyed and loved when I started over 7 years ago. That man meant a lot to me because of what he had taught me, in the work field and outside of work. He took me in as a friend who shared a passion for history and to hear him speak was like listening to a book being read to you, with his knowledge, he was my index.
My heart started to hurt more, because not many would know how I feel everyday he is gone. He may be gone physically but not mentally and some days are fine because I remember all the smiles and fun times we have shared but then there are some days where I don't feel like facing the world or anyone but I know he would want me to move on and there will be a day where I will. It just comes and goes for now.
On Wednesday, November 9th, I hurt my foot and felt a tear or a pull in my muscle and then this past Sunday, November 13th, I strained my shoulder with a slight pull to the muscle. And after discussing with my doctors that it would be wise of me to take some time off to recover, mentally and physically. With my upcoming race on Thanksgiving, the 10k for Cystic Fibrosis has been removed from my running calendar of events but still looking at the 5k race in Fargo, ND on December 3rd for Arthritis.
I may take some much needed time off but I will be back. It is why we call it a set back, so that the come back will be stronger.
In ending of this blog, I hope I did not get too wordy with you and I thank you for your patience and time to read this never ending blog but I invite you to keep reading on what is coming and what is in store for the Diary of a mad runner.
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