What I love about distance runs is that the experience of
the slow and the speedy is the same. In
so many areas of endeavor it seems that it’s easy for the pros and a clumsy
struggle for the novice. But not so in
distance running. The top shelf runners may
be unbelievably fast, but they work as hard as the first-time marathoner-- if
not harder--to do what they do. Just
look at the faces of the runners far ahead of the pack—serious, determined,
intense with tremendous effort and the will to keep going. Running
is remarkably democratic. Like many things in life, everyone can do it. But every-one—Olympic athlete and couch
potato convert alike--has to put in the work.
"The Win" wearing the this year's Buckeye Classic technical t-shirt. The slogan on the back might as well have been our own motto. |
Keep going when it
the going gets tough. Put in the work in
order to reap the reward. Push yourself
past what you think is possible. These
are the life lessons I hoped to impart when I gave a few of my students what I
now call the Buckeye Challenge.
It all began with a lunchtime conversation I had with one of
my students who I will call “The Win.”
This young man is always talking about how he’s going be a basketball
player, and I was pushing him a bit on his choice of career. He’s all right on the court, I suppose, but I
didn’t think he understood the level of discipline, effort, and of course
talent required to make it in the rarified world of professional sports.
“Do you realize how hard you would have to work to even have
a shot at the NBA?” I prodded him.
“I can work hard.”
“I don’t know, Win.
I’ve seen you at basketball practice.
You’re always one of the first guys walking during laps.”
“I can keep running if I want to,” he replied.
“Really? Think you
could run six miles?” I challenged him.
“Yeah!” he retorted.
And just like that the Buckeye Challenge was born. I invited “The Win” to run with me in the
annual Buckeye Classic 10K Run, and he readily accepted. I talked to his parents on the phone that
night and they were supportive. I began
to put a training schedule together.
"EK" ( a nickname for this student used by his classmates) on the left & "The Win" (so named for his desire to do achieve just that. He's learning what it takes to get there) at the starting line. |
“EK” was the next to express interest. I’d been having the same types of
conversations with him—about the value of that which is not easy. Today we live in a culture of
convenience. We want things quick, easy,
and entertaining. My students have been
impacted by the values of our society as much as anyone. They bow down to the Altar of Easy without a
second thought. If it’s easy it’s
good. If it’s difficult it’s bad. They love to shout out the right answer, to
win the game, get the recognition, but easily become bored or discouraged at
the effort and less than exciting process required to truly understand, to
develop real skill, to apply themselves in order to earn the accolades. They see sports heroes and media celebrities
for whom everything seems to come easily.
I shared with “EK” this mashup of a Michael Jordan ad and Lebron James
footage, Mike’s dialogue epitomizes the misperception so many of us have today
about how success is achieved.
“EK” wanted in, and I was ready to take him on, but it took
him a little longer to get his family on board.
In the meantime, a student I’ll call “B.SteaLth” became the second
member of my little crew. He doesn’t say
much (to me any way—with his pals, it’s a different story!), so I was surprised
when he approached me quietly and said he wanted to run too.
There was much to learn, and not just for the three
boys. I was quickly realizing that
talking tough about hard work was a lot easier than actually doing the hard
work. The running at this pace was a
breeze for me, but the coaching was proving to be much harder. It turned out I too had fallen sway to the
Hollywood promise of easy gains. I
imagined myself transforming these boys in one fell swoop, as they quickly
picked up the lessons of discipline, effort, and focus with me providing
Oscar-worthy inspirational coaching. I
realized I needed patience. I needed to
practice the discipline of encouragement and positive thinking even when it
appeared we were making no progress at all.
I needed to push the boys, yes, but to achieve their best, not mine. It
was tough, and I realized that I would grow as much, if not more than the boys
through this experience.
And it was a growing experience for all of us. I felt I grew to know the boys better on our
thirty minute conditioning runs after
school and on the longer distance runs on the weekend. I watched the boys grow to learn the
importance of pacing and saw their stamina grow as well. Slowly but surely the boys were finding their
groove, beginning to complain less and less about being tired. They were starting to discover the reward in
the run. All three boys are in great
physical shape—“The Win” in particular is quite fast in a sprint. Kids this age can often do much more than
adults can, so with these boys it was all about the head game for them. They hadn’t been used to pushing themselves
mentally, but they were learning and growing fast. Every run they did better than they had
before. I’ll never forget the day that
“Win” ran a full five minutes without once asking when we’d walk. He and I were
so engrossed in a conversation about an incident at school that he
didn’t even realize how long he’d been running.
The last two weekends before the actual race I picked up the
boys and we went to run parts of the actual course at Highbanks Metro Park. They complained about how “horrible” those
runs were, but watching them I knew they’d be ready.
Race day dawned dry and chilly, but warmer than
expected. It was good running weather. I picked up the three boys and we drove out
to Highbanks—their families would be there later to cheer them at the finish
line. I was so excited for them to be a
part of a real race, complete with bib numbers, timing chips, and complimentary
technical t-shirts. They were excited
too. As “cool” as these guys could be,
they couldn’t hide their excitement.
They felt like they were a part of something big, and they were.
The boys ready to run on race day |
Mrs. Arthurs, our school principal, got up early to see us
off at the start line, a gesture of support and encouragement to me and the boys
that meant a lot.
In no time at all, it was time for the race to begin. With a blast of the air horn, we were
off. “B.SteaLth” and “EK” quickly
wove through the masses and soon disappeared from sight. I shook my head and chuckled to “The Win” “We’ll
see them again soon enough.” I was only
partially right. “The Win” kept a decent
pace, and though he struggled at some points, he never quit. He kept going. To help motivate him, I picked another runner
whose pace I thought he could match and perhaps even exceed, and told him to
make it his goal to keep up with her and eventually pass her. He met the
challenge, trading leads with her for much of the race before finally pulling
into a permanent lead in the final miles.
I was so proud of him. Eventually,
we caught up with “EK” deep into the fourth mile, and the two ran together the
rest of the way.
"The Win" getting it done. |
A tough course |
"EK" and "The Win" running the sixth and final mile of the race. They're looking pretty good for two guys who claimed to feel horrible. |
And yet, “SteaLth” had done no more or and no less than his
peers. All three had given their all,
all had put in the work, and reaped the rewards. I asked them all how the race was, and they
all said it was “terrible.” But they
said it with a touch of pride. Not the
cocky trash-talk pride one often sees strutting about in the school yard, but
the quiet pride of having done something really hard and finished it.
“I feel like I really accomplished something,” “EK” declared
at the finish line, a finishers medal around his neck. And indeed he had. They all had, and I am so proud of them.
The boys and I at the finish line with Mrs. Lee, far left and Mrs Arthurs, center. Thanks for your support! |
After the race the boys and I along with their families,
Babs and the Feller, Mrs. Arthurs and the boys’ language arts teacher, Mrs. Lee
and her son “Supremo” (who is a classmate of the three runners) all gathered at
Tim Hortons to celebrate the boys’ accomplishment.
The boys are all eager to run again. Now that they’ve had
the unparalleled experience of true triumph they want more! Perhaps we’ll look for another race next
spring, maybe even try for a half marathon.
And come next fall, I’ll issue the Buckeye Challenge
again. I know “The Win”, “EK”, and
“B.SteaLth” will be there and I have no doubt there will be more that will
answer the call to effort, discipline, and hard
work and as result to experience
the reward of race well-run.
"Let us run with endurance the race set out for us."
--Hebrews 12:2b
4 comments:
Sean, that is so awesome! Great job to the 3 new runners. I could barely run 10 minutes today, I miss running with you. Was thinking about doing a half marathon in February, this post just convinced me to do it.
What a teacher you have become, Sean! I'm so proud of you. It is guidance like this that can mold a a student into a future president of anything, including president of the United States! :-)
Keep up the good work. And congrats to your first three champion runners!
Congrats guys!! Sean, you are really changing lives. I'm so proud of you!
Your sister,
Dawn
Wow, that's awesome!!! Great challenge and accomplishments!! it's so cool to see that you've inspired new runners!! You've also inspired me, once again! :)
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