Training is almost over! I had a tough weekend, moving my body 38 out of the possible 48 hours from Friday at 5:00 PM to Sunday at 6:00 PM. It was great because this is the second time I’ve tried to stay focused while moving in preparation for the 102 miles I want to run. This was after Thursday night, doing 30 hill repeats at Hyland. Phil and Molly joined me. Phil finished at 25, and Molly would go another 45 minutes after I left. She’s super fast and just finished the hills like they were flat…
By Sunday, I was a bit stiff and sore. It was hard to move quickly, but I made myself go as soon as possible the whole day. Good training. In Alan’s words, “keep moving” is what I practice!
I’m a bit worried because my knee is acting up again. It’s been bothering me for over a week. It’s not deep pain like before, but just nagging. It’s not coming from inside either. It’s just the tendons from working so hard over the past few weeks. I’m going to have one more hill workout, then taper.
I’ve been checking the weather. It’s changing every day. One thing is certain: it was 35 degrees up north yesterday… Also, I see 61 entrants in the Superior 100, which is at least 20 more than in 2007. And I didn’t even notice some people who said they were running it on the list. Could we almost double last year's total? COOL!
In his blog post, Adam concluded by stating, “Carry on,” echoing Londell’s customary phrase. It is common for individuals to incorporate sayings or beliefs that hold more profound significance than their literal interpretation. Personally, I utilize the phrase “Carry on” for specific reasons, which I will elaborate on.
In 2006, a friend named Dana introduced me to Pamela McNeill. She played me one of her CDs and said a song she had written should be dedicated to me. I was going through a tough time. I had just healed from a broken left foot, was raising a teenage boy all by myself (his mom was 1,000 miles away), and had recently been told to stop talking to a girl I had dated on and off for a few years. Dana (a great friend) and I were training for our first 50-mile race. The song she had dedicated was called “You Will Love Again.”
She explained that it wasn’t meant to be about loving someone else, since I had just ended a relationship and needed time to heal. Instead, it was about loving life. I used to have that love of running and that zest for life, and I see others enjoy it too.
This was a significant turning point in my life. I started to enjoy things again after being so disconnected from life. Running was a blast, walking was a joy, and reading was a treat. Dana and I would run 3 to 4 times a week together, and I found one of the best friends anyone could ever have. We shared a common goal: to complete the Superior 50-mile race.
In the summer of 2006, Dana was tragically killed in a bike accident. She wore a helmet, but it wasn’t enough to stop the fatal outcome. I was devastated and heartbroken. I thought God was cruel. I had started to lose faith. One evening, I went to see Pamela McNeill performing at Bunkers. She sang a song she wrote called “One Good Angel.” I cried in the intro, and I cried during the song…
Many years have gone by
Since you went away
But sometimes I still cry
like it was yesterday
But through this pain and the sorrow
I found beauty strength and true
And I know there will be one good angel coming through
One good angel coming through
One good angel to hold onto
And when I am out in the moonlight I reach up to you
And I know there will be one good angel coming through
Never have I known
A braver soul
How come it’s the good ones
That have to go
And when I am down in the sorrow
Felling all messed up in blue
I know there will be one good angel coming through
This song really hit me hard right after Dana passed away. I’ve thought about her a lot over the past few months, and I still do today. At the 50-mile race in 2006, when I reached the top of Britton Peak (42 miles), I just stopped and cried. I was done. I couldn’t keep going… I missed Dana so much.
A hiker stopped and asked if I was okay. I had some notes of inspiration in my pocket that I had been given before the race, and I was reading them. Then, the clouds parted, and the sun hit me harder and brighter than I had ever felt before. I felt a surge of energy… It was like Dana was kicking me in the bottom. One good angel.
I went on to complete the 50-mile race we had planned to do together. I felt like I finished with her!
It is from a song by local musician Pamela McNeill, the third song that holds meaning. She wrote We need to carry on. The chorus of the song "The World Beyond" follows:
So carry on...
all you quiet dreamers, carry on
misbehaving sinners, have fun (but hurry up)
'cause the burned-out disbelievers got it wrong
so all you quiet dreamers carry on
anyone who feels they don't belong
raise your hand and listen to my song
'cause the burned-out disbelievers
whoa they got it wrong 'bout the world beyond!
I harbored profound resentment towards Dana’s fate, accompanied by intense anger. However, those three songs have left an indelible mark on my psyche over time. They encapsulate the essence of life: we have the power to shape our existence as we desire. We possess the freedom to choose whether to believe in a higher power or in the existence of something beyond our comprehension.
Although it may sound trite, I have received profound messages from these songs. Messages that carry significant meaning. I frequently conclude my posts with the phrase “Carry on,” as it embodies the essence of our collective responsibility. If we decide to abandon a 100-mile race at the 77-mile mark, we must persevere; if we lose a cherished loved one, we must carry on; and if we discover and subsequently lose true love, we must carry on. This capacity to endure regardless of the challenges life presents will undoubtedly enhance our character. We must maintain our faith, as aptly expressed by Ms. McNeill, “For the disillusioned believers have erred in their perception of the world beyond.”
You can learn about Pamela McNeill at https://www.pamelamcneill.com/bio and hear One Good Angel and the World Beyond.
That is the story. It's a little corny, but my heart still jitters when I hear these songs. May Dana rest in peace and be with me during the 100-mile race. I will try to remember; all I can do is carry on.
So carry on, my friends, carry on...