Friday, October 30, 2009

Sports officiating?

In this post, I intend to discuss my upbringing and its impact on my life. My upbringing has strained certain relationships and engendered resentment among others. This raises the question: What does this imply?


Our parents, educators, peers, employers, and government all impart specific values, beliefs, and habits upon us. Ultimately, regardless of the influences we encounter, our identities are shaped by the harmonious integration of all this information.


One fundamental lesson my father instilled in me has recently resurfaced. My father firmly believed that criticism should be accompanied by empathy and understanding. If you have negative sentiments towards someone, refrain from expressing them directly, even if you feel compelled to do so.


I have adhered to this counsel for over four decades, and it has both caused challenges and saved me numerous times. When I attempt to walk in someone’s shoes, I demonstrate a heightened capacity for forgiveness towards their challenges. This explains why I have engaged in this practice so frequently. Despite the inclination to criticize someone, I take the time to “walk in their shoes,” akin to organizing a large-scale running event, a tennis tournament, a youth sports group, coaching various sports, including softball, baseball, tennis, hockey, football, basketball, soccer, and more. Through these experiences, I have discovered that my perspective on the matter becomes less pronounced when I have taken on their perspective.


Numerous criticisms are directed at the medical profession. It is often argued that doctors receive excessive compensation for their work, while other professions, such as government employees, sales representatives, and teachers, are perceived as having relatively lower salaries. For instance, a friend once complained about his sister, who works in the pharmaceutical industry, earning $200,000 in a single year and nearly failing her college education. He suggested that she must have achieved her success through luck, but I emphasized the importance of understanding the complexities of the pharmaceutical industry before making such remarks. I do not believe all these criticisms are accurate, as many other comments about various professions lack substantiation. This is because I have not personally experienced the challenges and responsibilities of these professions, making it difficult for me to provide a definitive assessment.


Why does this issue arise now? Recently, I have engaged in heated email discussions regarding baseball umpires and their perceived errors. While I acknowledge that these errors were indeed mistakes, the extreme criticism they have faced, which is unprecedented for most individuals, prompted me to respond defensively. Even John Kroch, a prominent figure in ESPN, acknowledged the presence of clear errors but refrained from advocating for their dismissal.


This matter holds a deep personal significance for me. As a former baseball umpire for seven years, who ultimately chose to make it a profession, I have firsthand experience with the challenges and responsibilities associated with this role. Contrary to popular belief, most umpires are not solely employed in the field. Many are business owners, wealthy through other means, or retired from other professions. Raising a family within this profession presents significant obstacles.


It is important to recognize that a select few individuals manage to balance their umpiring responsibilities with other commitments. Since my departure from baseball, I have transitioned to tennis officiating, where I have observed similar patterns. Professional tennis events often generate substantial travel expenses, resulting in me earning only $300 per week for working 10-hour days.


A close friend of mine is a highly esteemed tennis official. He has had the privilege of officiating at the prestigious US Open, Australian Open, and Wimbledon, and is widely regarded as one of the top officials in the industry. Recently, I inquired about his financial situation. He informed me that he earns approximately $1000 per month, but he also has other sources of income.


However, what saddens me most is the societal lack of understanding regarding the challenges faced by officials in this position. Regardless of their actions, they are often subjected to criticism and hostility. Imagine if the media continuously covered every aspect of their work. They may be required to remain on duty late to secure their next assignment. Even taking a sick day can have serious repercussions.


The exceptional officials, like many friends and myself who were highly rated, chose to leave baseball in favor of positions that offer health insurance and a more stable wage, enabling them to support their families. As I mentioned, some individuals may achieve success, similar to the protagonist in the movie “The Rookie,” who portrayed Jimmy Morris’s journey to becoming a major league baseball player. However, his pursuit nearly strained his family’s finances, and two years later, he was forced to retire from the major leagues. It is rare for individuals to remain in officiating long enough to reach the pinnacle of their careers without additional income sources.


In contrast, the number of dedicated and reliable officials is dwindling, as the job lacks stability and gratitude. Consequently, the selection pool has become increasingly narrow. Just a few years ago, I remarked that the retail sector suffers due to inadequate customer service and skilled employees. However, I have recently learned that this is the best candidate they can secure. As I mentioned earlier, it is advisable to record every moment of your job, as there would likely be grounds for termination if you hold them to such a high standard for even a minor mistake, a mispronounced word, or any other insignificant issue captured on tape.


Therefore, when I perceive someone as being utterly incompetent, I reflect on my own actions and realize that we are all susceptible to making mistakes. Unlike the media, which sensationalizes their failures and debates their job status, we do not have constant exposure to such scrutiny.


Like I said, I've been there, done that, and had a whole new perspective.


Carry on my friends, carry on!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Same old complaints

My weight has always been an issue. I can gain and lose 10 pounds a week, with more gains lately. I’ve been working out and tracking my diet. I do cardio 30-45 minutes daily and lift weights 2-3 times a week. I eat 2,200-2,700 calories daily with a balanced diet.


I’ve gained all I lost in the past two weeks (5 pounds) and 3 pounds compared to three weeks ago. I’m at 268 pounds, 30 pounds over last October and 65 pounds over my 2006 50-mile weight. I was only 34 pounds before I peaked in 2005.


I know many may get tired of my complaining, but I’m using this blog to vent. It frustrates me and angers me.


Despite my desire to indulge in a decadent pail of ice cream, I find myself compelled to prioritize my health and embark on a second gym session today. I intend to cycle for an hour, concluding my workout with a well-balanced dinner, though it may not be particularly enjoyable. Subsequently, I anticipate experiencing a sense of contentment.


I am hopeful that the significant weight gain observed this morning is attributed to water retention from my strenuous weightlifting session yesterday. I anticipate a decrease in weight tomorrow morning, as I meticulously weigh myself each morning. Should this not be the case, I will adhere to my established routine of weight loss, improved health, and successful completion of an ultra-marathon. While the physical challenges may be arduous, the ultimate reward of accomplishment provides a sense of fulfillment that surpasses any discomfort.


Furthermore, I have recently discovered that Pamela McNeill’s CD release party will coincide with the UMTR party on November 14th. The party will commence at 9 PM at Bunkers, allowing me to attend both events. I will depart from UTMR at 8 PM.


For those unfamiliar with Pamela McNeill, she is a renowned singer-songwriter in the metropolitan area. I have previously shared an article about her titled “All You Quiet Dreamers Carry On,” and I conclude it with her customary refrain, “Carry on.” Reading that post has instilled in me a profound emotional connection to her music and the phrase “carry on.” Simply writing this brings a lump to my throat and a tear to my eye. I am compelled to wonder if I will ever cease to be overwhelmed by immense pain and sorrow from unexpected deaths.


In addition, I make an effort to support local musicians whenever possible, provided that their music aligns with my preferences. If an individual appreciates the music, it is likely to be an enjoyable evening.


Tomorrow, I anticipate sustaining a foot injury while attempting to drop-kick the scale. Regardless of the outcome, I must persist in my endeavors and remember to maintain a positive outlook.


Carry on my friends!



Comments from my original blog - I merged the blogs.


Beth
I'm glad I'm not the only runner that yo-yo's with weight. I have ten pounds that I put on and then take off. I worked hard to lose 3 pounds and blew it this week when I couldn't stop eating junk food. Two pounds are now back. I'm determined to get the now 9 pounds off before the holidays turn it into something more.  I appreciated your older post and am sorry for losing your friend. It's profound when we find an artist that articulates our deepest feelings. I'm glad you found Pamela, and I'm sorry that you are still hurt from your loss of Dana.  Thursday, October 22, 2009 at 7:24:24 PM CDT
Diane
I hear you and vent away!  The goal, that I started about 9 days ago, is to lose 20 lbs, bringing me to my "perfect weight." I'm not overweight per se, but I'm higher than where I'd like to be (150lbs at 5'8"). We'll see how it goes. I do well for 2-3 weeks at a time and then tend to fall apart. Maybe we can motivate each other?  Thursday, October 22, 2009 at 9:04:38 PM CDT
SteveQ
The scale can be a nasty beast sometimes. You do everything right and the numbers go the wrong way. Just stick with the plan and it'll work out eventually.  Friday, October 23, 2009 at 10:16:02 AM CDT
Karen G
Never give up. Everything counts.  Sunday, October 25, 2009 at 4:31:30 PM CDT
Helen
If I had one wish, it would be that I could eat my daily donuts (ok, maybe 3) and not have to run 10 miles to counteract it!!! Keep at it - as you say, the results are worth it. It's those first few weeks that are the toughest - once you start to see some results and feel better it sort of turns from a viscious cycle into... the opposite - whatever that term is!  See you at Surf!  PS I love the profile pic!! Is that a photo of a picture you got done or a photo-shop job?Wednesday, October 28, 2009 at 8:41:30 AM CDT
Anonymous
Don't give up, Londell - it's worth it! I don't struggle with weight, but my husband does. Since I've know him, I've taken in more calories on a daily basis than him and he still doesn't lose the weight. It's not fair that some people have to fight this battle, but not a reason to give up. I'm sure the others in your life are proud that you continue to fight this!  Molly. Thursday, October 29, 2009 at 3:09:30 PM CDT
bryan
I know exactly how you feel, Londell! I've had the same experience many times.  I guess the most persistent take-away thing I've learned is to avoid giving in to discouragement and explicitly remind myself instead of what has gone right over the long term. There is a term for the opposite of a vicious cycle, that Helen was fishing for, it's a "virtuous cycle": staying mindful of the good you've achieved and using it to encourage yourself to accomplish more good. Thanks in advance for volunteering at Surf, and see you there!  Thursday, October 29, 2009 at 9:01:48 PM CDT

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Moving on up

I really liked the Jefferson's: the show and the theme song. Recall.


Well, we're movin' on up,

To the east side.

To a deluxe apartment in the sky.

Movin' on up,

To the east side.

We finally got a piece of the pie.


Fish don't fry in the kitchen;

Beans don't burn on the grill.

Took a whole lotta tryin',

Just to get up that hill.

Now we're up in the big leagues,

Gettin' our turn at bat.

As long as we live, it's you and me, baby,

There ain't nothin wrong with that.


This theme song has been my go-to since I started climbing hills, and now it’s my go-to for treadmill workouts at 15% inclines. It may sound unusual, but it has an incredible ability to lift my spirits. Given his exceptional lyrical prowess, I’d be thrilled if Carl could compose new lyrics for a Superior Trail theme song.


Over the past few weeks, I’ve made it a habit to walk on the treadmill’s 15% incline for at least a mile or 20-30 minutes, gradually increasing my pace. Recently, I achieved a remarkable feat of 1.75 miles in just 30 minutes, despite the exertion and shortness of breath. This workout is incredibly effective if you can keep control of the treadmill. My knee occasionally feels stiff, but I know that’s normal, and my condition is improving.


On the first day, attempting the 15% incline proved to be a daunting challenge, taking me 23 minutes to complete a mile. However, today, I experienced a remarkable improvement in my endurance, feeling confident enough to complete an hour of the workout. I plan to experiment with this duration next week.


While I find Adam’s animal workouts unappealing, I must admit that they are overall effective. Through these workouts, I’ve gained a deeper understanding of Diane’s training regimen, which primarily involved treadmill workouts followed by a 100-mile walk to complete the race. I vividly recall her alternating between miles 30 and 35, using her incredible walking strength to overtake me on the uphill sections. In contrast, I countered her advantage by overcoming her on the downhill sections due to my heavier weight, which made it challenging to maintain my momentum.


Recently, I’ve noticed a growing enthusiasm among people for the Surf the Murph event. I eagerly anticipate witnessing their accomplishment of completing the 50-mile run. Volunteering for this event would undoubtedly be an enriching experience.

Regrettably, I have received notification that my tennis event scheduled for the weekend preceding the UMTR event has been canceled. However, this development has presented an opportunity for me to attend the Surf the Murph event. While my experience at the event last year was positive, I eagerly anticipate repeating it. I sincerely hope that many individuals plan to attend the event, including Kurt and Carrie. It would be delightful to hear about Carrie’s progress, as she successfully completed the event.


In the meantime, due to my inability to engage in regular exercise and maintain my weight loss progress, I have committed to two weeks of consistent workouts. As a result, I have shed five pounds and am now on the verge of achieving my weight loss goal. I am hopeful that this progress will lead me to the North Side (Superior Trail).


Carry on my friends, carry on!


Comments from my original blog - I merged the blogs.


Diane
Way to go on the treadmill workouts! The weight will start coming off in no time. I have a similar goal (weight loss). I've slowly gained about 15-20lbs over the last 2 years, mainly due to continued poor eating habits coupled with less consistent running. I aim to lose that weight in the next 3 months or so.  Thursday, October 15, 2009 at 10:38:45 PM CDT
Carl Gammon
So, a challenge to come up with more running lyrics? I'll see what I can do.  Friday, October 16, 2009 at 1:33:19 PM CDT
Beth
Nice job on the treadmill. It's tough to walk on that kind of incline. So glad the knee is feeling good!  Sunday, October 18, 2009 at 6:53:58 PM CDT

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Whistlestop, but not to run

In my recent visit to Ashland, Wisconsin, for the second time, I was delighted to support Shelley as she embarked on her first half-marathon. Over a decade ago, I had the privilege of participating in one of the nation’s most esteemed fall marathons. Currently, a half-marathon is often regarded as a supplementary training run for me, akin to the experiences shared by many of my running companions.


I reminisce about my first 10K in 1984, feeling nervous but finishing and limping for two days. This experience repeated for my first 15K, half marathon, marathon, 50K, and 50-mile race. I understand and respect runners’ worries, and I’m determined to support the mental barriers I faced.


After knee surgery, I’m concerned about a two-mile run once cleared. But Shelley’s physically fine. She’s in her best shape (the past five years I’ve known her), lifting weights and training regularly. I’m more worried about the mental aspect. I’ve realized mental training is crucial in longer races, especially for me.


Last autumn, we participated in a leisurely 12.5-mile run together. I resorted to deceiving her about the actual distance we covered, and I refrained from giving her a watch. Upon informing her of her progress at the conclusion of the run, she exhibited immediate signs of discomfort and fatigue. The human mind possesses remarkable capabilities, often leading to more premature discontinuities than any physical ailment.


I eagerly anticipated witnessing Carrie Neuburger (Kurt’s wife) completing her inaugural half-marathon. It has been an extended period since our last encounter at the Afton 50K, and I extend my sincere hope that her training journey has progressed satisfactorily. The event promises to be an auspicious occasion for capturing exceptional photographs, and I intend to bring three cameras with me. Whistlestop serves as an optimal vantage point for spectators, as it affords a close view of the runners approximately every two miles, and the course boasts breathtaking scenery. I anticipate an unforgettable experience.


This weekend, I attended Shelley’s first half-marathon, The Whistlestop Half-Marathon, in Ashland, Wisconsin. While I used to enjoy this race thoroughly, my experience this weekend left me with a different opinion. The main issue was the perceived ease of the course, stemming from past success. While the scenic course is excellent, I’m not sure I’d recommend it again.


Things started going wrong on Friday when we arrived at the event check-in. They informed us that we had to pick up the race chip at the start, which seemed unusual. (Later, when we checked our bags, we discovered that there were no pins for our race numbers either.)


We headed to the pasta dinner, but the lines were incredibly long. It was evident that they weren’t expecting such a large turnout. After patiently waiting about 3 minutes, a staff member informed us that they couldn’t cook the pasta quickly enough. It was early in the night, around 6:15 PM.


When we finally left, the line had grown even longer, and people seemed to be waiting longer than we had.


Our first day was challenging, but we returned to the cabin and fell asleep instantly. Upon waking, we were greeted by howling winds and a foot of snow. The icy road, with a 30-degree temperature and a wind chill of single digits, made the conditions unpleasant.


We headed to the start, and Shelley waited in line for the biffy while I  grabbed the race number pins and the chip. I went to a barn to get the chip, but there was another line. Someone suggested I check the start area, and there was a table less than 50 feet from where I had gotten the chip.


Subsequently, an announcement was made indicating that the race would commence 10 minutes later than scheduled. Shelley and I promptly entered our vehicle to warm up after enduring an extended period of anticipation for the biffy in the frigid temperatures. However, an unexpected twist unfolded: the car was positioned just 30 feet from the commencement point. We observed individuals queuing up to begin the race and promptly exited our vehicle to ascertain the situation. Before we could comprehend the unfolding events, the starter's pistol was discharged. However, it was discovered that the race had only approximately 200 participants, in contrast to our initial impression of thousands. The atmosphere appeared to be characterized by a lack of coordination and understanding.

 

Individuals continued to arrive at the starting line, exhibiting confusion when the male leader passed by at the 3-mile mark. Over a thousand participants commenced the race approximately 5 minutes after the actual commencement, as they had been informed that the race would begin 10 minutes later. Consequently, many individuals opted to remain in their vehicles, seeking warmth, and exited approximately 8 minutes later, 2 minutes before the purported commencement.


The slippery road was warming up as the sun rose. I waited for Shelley, watching as many confused people gathered at the starting line, still waiting for an official start. I spent the day seeing Shelley every two miles. The aid stations were small and understaffed, so I was glad she had brought a bottle.




The race was successful for Shelley. She finished in about 2 hours and 35 minutes, feeling great the whole way. She enjoyed the course and couldn’t wait to get out of her wet clothes and get her finisher’s shirt. However, the tent was understaffed, and she stood outside for about 10 minutes in the low 30s wind chill. 


So, we had a bummer when we decided to pay $7 to have her medal posted on her medal. We dropped it off, and they said it would take about 30 minutes. We waited 30 minutes, then I checked, and we were 14th in line. It took about 2 minutes each. So, we went to the entertainment tent and got some hot chocolate. We waited in the tent for 30 minutes and went back, and we were now 13th in line… I asked what that was all about, and he said, “We put all these ahead.” They were from the other races (10K/5K). He said another 30-40 minutes. Now, we could have gone to shower and eaten already. But we had wasted over an hour waiting for the medal the way it was. So, we decided to go to the grocery store and return in an hour. The medal was done. BUT THEY SPELLED HER NAME WRONG! We just shook our heads and left.


Shelley enjoyed the course and was pleased with her success. Despite the poor weather and her limited race experience, she didn’t mind the underprepared organizers’ rookie effort. There are many ways to improve, such as providing pins in the packet, giving the chip the night before to reduce congestion, placing shirts near the finish and medals, and learning to spell and prepare for larger numbers.


They struggled to handle a larger, high-class event. They’ve done well with smaller races, but this was too much for them. If they reduce the size and make it manageable, they’re succeeding. I won’t suggest this as a half or full marathon.


Carry on my friends, carry on!



Comments from my original blog - I merged the blogs.


kurtn
It was good seeing you out there! What a cold day. I agree with all of the organizational comments...pretty bad. Congrats Shelley! Hopefully we'll see you guys again soon!  Monday, October 12, 2009 at 8:06:49 AM CDT
Kel
Sorry to hear about all of the problems - I'd always heard good things about this race in the past. Hopefully, the organizers will figure things out and get the race back up to standard.  Congrats to Shelley!!  Monday, October 12, 2009 at 10:48:22 AM CDT
Beth
Congratulations to Shelley! I have heard similar comments about the race this year. I also heard hotels that charged reasonable rates last year required two nights and had their rates ridiculously high. Too bad, as it sounded like such a cute race. I'm so glad your wife had a great day despite it all.
Monday, October 12, 2009 at 7:18:22 PM CDT

I am 64

Waking up at 3:45 AM and getting ready for race day (Pilot Mountain to Hanging Rock 50 Mile) set the tone for an intense experience. Picking...