Lessons Learned: Phunt 50k
I am a special education
teacher. I work with
underdogs. The students on my
caseload have physical, emotional and/or intellectual disabilities. It is my job to “level the playing
field”. I am to step in and make
accommodations or modifications to their education, so they can compete with
everyone else. It just doesn’t
always work that way.
The
problem is, my job description does not take intrinsic motivation into account. It does not cultivate the power of
struggling…of failing. There is
much to learn from both. If a kid
wants to go big, no matter what plan I put in place, it’s on him.
I
see parallels with ultra-running. There
is no level playing field. When
you are running for an extended time: you will struggle, you will fail. Crossing the finish line is a matter of
being able to overcome and to keep moving forward.
The
most successful students I work with know that they face a challenge that
others around them may find easy.
They have learned to push.
They have learned to find a way around a roadblock that others easily
navigate. I get frustrated with
students who have a highly developed sense of learned helplessness. The ones who simply want someone to do
it for him or her. They dream big,
but have no compensatory skills to make those dreams a reality.
Time
and time again, I see the same behaviors with ultra runners. Starting lines drive me crazy. Many runners use the time to chest beat
and talk about how fast they are going to race. The
moment someone comes up to me and asks, “Is this your first ultra?” is the
moment I start texting Rog.
With
runners (and students for that matter), it starts with “this sucks”. You start to hear general
complaints. This can be overcome. Sometimes the frustration needs to come
out and motivation needs to go in.
Then comes the power walk:
head down, shoulders slumped.
You can just tell that they are giving themselves a pretty good mental
beating. Timing is everything when
this happens. Something has to
break the cycle: finding someone
to talk to; cranking the tunes; receiving a text that just lets you know someone is thinking about you; consciously deciding to get back in the game. The
stare is the point of no return. If
runners get this stare, it’s game over.
I don’t know how to explain it, but I know it when I see it. They are a body with vacant eyes. If they talk, it is just to ask,
“How. Far”. They will quit. I’ve been all of these.
I
have a race director friend; he trains volunteers to make runners as
comfortable as possible at aid stations.
He feeds them, offers them conversation, and gives them a comfortable
chair. His goal is to get runners
to quit, and come back again next year.
He makes it seem like
its okay; it’s an evil and effective plan. He takes away the struggle.
With
my students, I can’t let them get too comfortable. I have to let them struggle. This is a type of learning that cannot be duplicated by any
lesson. I can watch their faces
when I pass back a test.
Some have that stare. They
are defeated. Some say, “This
sucks”. That’s okay, but it is
their choice from there that gives me insight into their character. They may blame others and make excuses,
or they own it and seek ways to improve.
The latter are the ones who are learning so much more than biology.
I
used to have a skating coach. She
would applaud when I would fall practicing my program. She would congratulate me and say,
“that might be the only chance you get to practice getting up again at that
very spot”, and then make me start over again. She is the reason I will never name anything Claire.
At
the Phunt 50k this past weekend, they offered a unique way to race. Remember this is a January trail
race. They bank on the weather
being bad, and the trail being challenging. Yesterday, the weather was beautiful, and although there was
copious mud, the course was navigable.
Runners
were given the choice after 25k to stop and collect a medal or go on to do the
full 50k. The medals are exactly the same. It’s all on you. The field was crowded on the
first lap. I spent much time in
conga lines on single track.
Towards the end of the loop, I started hearing the excuses…the reasons
people were not going to do a second loop. They were talking each other into quitting. When I finished my first loop, even the finish line people
were ready for me to stop. “Are
you sure?” “We have warm food in the building… “ “Do
you want to sit for a few minutes?”
Yes. No, thank you. No.
My
second loop was quite empty. I
think I only saw about a dozen runners.
I loved it. I could open my
stride and take the course at my own pace. I went too fast, and Superman nose-dived a couple times, but
that’s all part of the challenge---falling, getting up, starting over.
I
am not the most talented runner out there. I am an underdog.
I struggle. I fail. But, what both teaching and
ultra-running have taught me, is that sometimes I have to attack problems in a
different way. I have to embrace
the struggle, and have confidence that I can find a way around it. And, if I want to go bigger, it’s all
on me.
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