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Pain Is Temporary

On July 27th, 2011 I decided to take a jog. It was exactly .52 of a mile before I nearly passed out. It’s chronicled on Run Keeper. Since then, I have pushed past that mileage and strived to be better. In the beginning it was hard because the temperature was unbearable some days. This summer in St. Louis, we saw temps surpassing 110°. To get around that, you’d have to run very early or very late. I wouldn’t recommend anyone starting an endeavor like this during such hellacious weather, however, when the motivation strikes, you can’t turn away. If you wait until the perfect time, you’ll never do it.

For several years now, my friend and coworker Michelle (@love2run8 on Twitter) has tried to get me running. Other friends like @jenn_if_er and @meggartland and @meghoulihan have also tried to encourage me…but I’m stubborn. In the end, no one person got me to start. I was tired of being fat I guess. I had no energy and I couldn’t even play with my kids w/o getting tired. That needed to change. For those of you who read my prior post entitled My First Fitness Blog Post, you might remember that I spoke of a Nike+ GPS watch that I thought was really cool (because of the geek factor). I ended up getting that watch and love it! In discussing that watch, it lead me to have a discussion with Maddie Marshall (@maddie_em on Twitter). At this point, I was already committed to running, but she encouraged me and pushed me to do more. I won’t say I wouldn’t be where I’m at without her, but…she pushed me pretty hard and encouraged the crap out of me. I will forever be thankful to her.

On September 18th, I completed my first 5K race. I didn’t come in 1st Place, but I won for me. Maddie was there, along with @therobertprice and @hannahviolin. They didn’t wait for me (but as I’ve found out, no one really waits for anyone) but I pushed through just fine without them – it rained most of that race too. Once I crossed the finish line, I was hooked.

On October 16th, I completed my first 10K race. It was the go! St. Louis Halloween 10K. Again, I didn’t come in 1st Place (or anywhere close) but it was a win for me. I conquered something I had never done before. In fact, I had even gone to a winery the day before so really wasn’t feeling up for it and went anyways. I knew if I didn’t…I’d likely be chastised by my friends for not showing up.

I was perfectly content with being done at this point (at least for the rest of the year). I felt like I accomplished a lot in just 2.5 short months. About a month prior to that, many of my friends were preparing for their full or half marathon in the Rock ‘n Roll Marathon Series in St. Louis on October 23rd. In my mind, I told myself I could be ready and sort of wanted to do this. However, the cost was $105 at this point (because of registering so late). That factor helped me make my decision not to do it because in reality, I wasn’t ready. The most I had ever run at that point was 5.5 miles. Even the 10K on the 16th…that was the furthest distance I had ever run. On Thursday, October 20th, Jennifer tweeted that she had a friend that couldn’t use her bib for the Rock ‘n Roll Half Marathon. She purposely included me on that tweet…within 5 minutes I was committing to taking the bib and running a half marathon. WAS I NUTS!!?? But then I thought back to the story of Maddie’s brother, David, who on a whim, drove to Iowa to do a full marathon one weekend, without EVER training. This was it…no guts, no glory. Suck it up Dave. Rub some dirt on it. BE A MAN!!

And so, today, I completed my first half marathon ever. I finished in an amazing 2:41:41, which for me, again, is a win! I’m proud of myself. Somewhere around mile 11 (when I felt like I was gonna throw up and literally started to tear up and cry a little), I saw a girl holding a sign that said “Pain is temporary, Pride is permanent”. That little girl will probably never know what that sign meant to me. I had to walk quite a bit those last 2 miles, but I made it across the finish line, and once again, beat all odds.

If you ever wanted to know if you could run a marathon, the answer is simple. Yes. You can. I’m not a coach. I’m not a trainer. But if you need someone to run with you for your long runs, then you let me know and I’ll do whatever I can to accomodate schedules to make it happen.

Chase your dreams and don’t be afraid to go through a little bit of pain. The rewards are permanent.

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2011 St. Louis Sexiest Cybergeek

I completely forgot to promote this!! Shamelessly because I’m in it, but still…I should still promote it none-the-less since the site is a great resource for women. And even men sometimes. So head on over to the site and shamelessly vote for me. Again. And again. And again. I can’t tell you which woman to vote for because I’m friends with almost all of them, and I ain’t no fool.

Introducing Your 2011 Sexiest CyberGeek Nominees!

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The Changing Room Clothes Caper

On Thursday, the new Kohl’s catalogue came in the mail, and with it, came the standard discount coupon, 10%, 20% or 30% off. Whoo hoo…30% off!! I called my mom to go with me, as I often do. Let’s face it, regardless of how good a dad I think I am, I will still never be as cool as I think I am. It helps to have a female’s perspective when getting them new clothes.

Mom had taken Dylen to a skin care party at my sister-in-law’s house for the morning so Rhyen & I met them at Kohl’s on the Rock Road. Dylen is fairly easy to pick clothes out for – you point her to anything with skirts and the colors pink & purple, and she’s happy. Rhyen on the other hand is like a dog doing the pee pee dance – around and around we go until she finds the perfect blend of cool, punk and tomboy. I had already gone into the changing room once for Dylen and she was walking around with Nene looking for a dress. Rhyen and I had a stack of clothes to try on so we headed back to the changing room.

As Rhyen was trying on her clothes, Dylen came back with Nene and was trying on a dress. The changing room wasn’t labeled men or women, so I was standing inside the hallway. My mom is standing down a few doors and she proceeds to tell me that someone took Dylen’s changing room and they were waiting to get into the room to get her clothes out. I got a little irate about this because Mom said she didn’t say anything to the woman in the room and were just waiting patiently until she came out. I’m not that nice and was trying to make sure the woman heard me as I spoke loudly of how rude it was for her to take a little girl’s room. Just then, a Kohl’s store employee came into the hallway and asked that I leave the women’s changing room because a woman felt uncomfortable going into a room with me in the hallway. I tried to tell her that I was there for my daughters and that someone had taken her room with her clothes, but she was insistent. So I stood out of the hallway and let my Mom take care of it.

After a few minutes, Mom came out and said Dylen’s clothes were not in the room. I was losing my patience (as little as that was). Another employee helped my Mom look for the clothes in all the rooms, thinking maybe Dylen had made a mistake about which room she was in. We waited for each room to open, and still no clothes. At this point, I was beginning to get upset. The employees were running around looking for the clothes, checking all of their baskets to make sure that none of them accidentally picked up the clothes thinking they were new ones to be put back. Dylen meanwhile was running around wearing a long sun dress. I called her over to me and lifted the bottom of the dress (that hung to the ground) to expose her feet. Yep, she was wearing her boots. I considered asking her why she put her boots back on after taking her clothes off, but I thought, at least her shoes weren’t stolen.

The search went on for nearly an hour, and I was more than ready to leave. The supervisor at Kohl’s finally said she was very sorry and asked if she could walk Dylen up to the front and pay for the outfit she was wearing. The woman took my name, phone number and a description of the outfit she was wearing. She said she would call me if for some reason the clothes turned up. I was skeptical and could only think, “What kind of sick freak would steal a little girl’s clothes from a changing room in a department store??”. I realize that Kohl’s had nothing to do with Dylen’s clothes being stolen and I certainly am not unreasonable enough to think that it’s their responsibility to keep track of her things while in the changing room; Kohl’s paying for a new outfit was a simple extension of true customer service.

As much as I wanted to leave, each of the girls still needed a pair of shoes. It took another 30 minutes or so to pick up Tony Hawk size 4s and some Twinkle Toes. We made our way to the front of the store, paid for the clothes, and made our way into Snowmageddon Part Deux (yes, by this time there was at least 2 inches on the ground). We sat in the Jeep for a few minutes to get warmed up and let the snow melt off the windshield. Just then, my phone rang with an unknown phone number. I reluctantly answered it, and the woman on the other end said she was from Kohl’s and had found my daughter’s clothes. She explained that a woman had mistakenly picked them up when she gathered her clothes and put them in the bottom of her cart. I wanted to be grateful, but I also wanted to find that woman and point a finger in her face like a mother and say “Well if you hadn’t been so rude as to take someone else’s room, we wouldn’t be in this problem”.

I could give you a lot of different spins on a moral here, but the one that should really stand out is this. Kohl’s Department store went above and beyond today to make up for a bad situation that they didn’t cause. There were at least 5 employees turning every stone in the changing rooms to find Dylen’s clothes. In the end, the simple gesture of paying for a $20 dress reinforced my decision to continue shopping at Kohl’s. Expect Great Things.

P.S. While I waited for employees to search the changing rooms, I was, of course, tweeting and facebooking. Kohl’s nearly immediately responded to my tweets. I have no doubt that had the manager not already agreed to pay for her clothes, the social media team at @Kohls_Official would have taken care of us. Here’s a link to the tweet from Kohl’s.

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To Beard Or Not To Beard

Since November I’ve been toying with the whole “full beard” idea and generally enjoying it.  I had attempted full beards in the past but could never get past the itchy scratchy phase.  This time I did.  And now, I actually kind of like it.  I’ve gotten a lot of criticism on the beard however I’ve also gotten a lot of positive feedback on it.  I thought doing a poll would be a good way to see what the consensus is.  If you know me, then you know I’m going to do what I want anyways, but I’m still interested to hear the voice of the masses.

What kind of beard should I shave?

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Honey, I’m Home

The year was 1978. The Vietnam era was still wrapping up, Elvis fans were still mourning and I, at the tender age of 2 was about to be uprooted from the rural suburbs of Detroit. My dad decided to enlist in the US Navy even against the advice of his loved ones. Turns out, it very well could have been one of the best
decisions he ever made.

Over the course of my childhood, through circumstances dictated by the government or in some cases, family health, I made 8 different cities my home. I never had problems finding friends; leaving them each time proved to be a difficult task however. I was in many different elementary and middle schools but somehow I was fortunate enough to spend all four years in one high school. My brother was not so lucky and ended up in 3 different high schools spread out between Wisconsin, California, and Mississippi. This geographical game of life seemed to be perilous at times. Looking back though I see that it was merely another brick in the culmination of my constructive personality. I experienced different cultures, traditions and education, all in one country but vastly different. When I was in the 5th grade, square dancing was a requirement in the curriculum. Trust me, I couldn’t make that up. I lived through the great Hurricane Hugo of 1989. I spent summers on 8 Mile – yes, *that* 8 Mile. I’ve traded clothing with Russians – yes, in Russia. I’ve driven close to 200mph on multiple drag strips around the country. I made my first television commercial by the time I was 7. I’ve fired a 5″ 54cal Mark 45 gun off the fantail of the USS David R Ray in the middle of the Pacific and have the 3 foot long shell casing to prove it. I’ve had more surgeries from the neck up, than most people have visited a doctor at all.

Here we are in 2011, and I’m living in the Gateway to the West with 2 of the most beautiful and wonderful kids that God has put on this earth. January 11th will mark the 8th anniversary of my residence in this state. You may not give much acknowledgement to that, however for me, it is a great accomplishment. I am now proud to call Missouri my home state because it is officially the longest I’ve lived anywhere for a single period in my life. That may not hold true forever, but for now I’m going to embrace it. My life is wonderful. I have family that loves me. I have a humble home to call my own. I have a career that is growing and challenges me daily; I work with brilliant minds. My friends are of a flavor no man has ever known – they constantly amaze me with their zest, their compassion and their call to honor.

Maybe you live in Missouri; maybe you’ve lived here your entire life and see things differently. I encourage you to put on new glasses and view your home as not just the place where you squat at night, but your origin of sanctification. I encourage you to find that spirit of happiness that maybe you’ve lost because things have just been “the same” too long. Many of us spend our lives looking for that magical person or adventurous spot that will justify our very existence and fortify our quest, but often times, the very thing we’re looking for is the very thing we’re running from. Love yourself.

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2010 Year End Review

Since I was a wee lad, I like to go against the grain. If everyone goes right, I go left. I like doing my own thing, and I won’t hide the fact that I’m a selfish person at times…selfish meaning, when I’m ready to be done, I’m done. There’s no rhyme or reason for this behavior except that I want what I want, and I want it now. We’ll call it a flaw.

Around this time of the year, everyone likes to put together their upcoming goals for the new year. Some people want to change a character flaw, maybe quit smoking or lose weight. This year, I’d like to look backward instead of forward. Why shouldn’t I remember the past year and dwell on it’s positive notes?

  1. I was given a fantastic promotion. Others might disagree with me because of certain variables that are attached with the move, but it’s an all inclusive bump in the system and I take it for what it is. I like that I can wake up and genuinely say that I love my job. Do I hate aspects of it occasionally? Well of course, but overall, I love what I do. I work with some amazing people that are beyond my years in knowledge. I learn something new just about every single day. I travel often to New York and get to do things that some people will never do.
  2. The girls and I moved into our own home. It’s not a huge house but for us, it’s perfect. I have hardwood floors now, which I’ve always wanted. I have a garage. I have a big backyard that is completely fenced; the girls can play outside anytime they want without my fear of them being lost stopping them. I have my dog Gwenny back with us all the time now. Before, I had to leave her with my parents because I wasn’t allowed to have her at the place we rented. I can paint the walls whatever color I want!! (let me add however that I will probably never paint since I hate doing it)
  3. I have become closer with friends than I ever thought possible. At some point in 2009, my friends pool started to cycle through. Many of the friends I have now, I have met through some sort of online presence or in some cases, strengthened an already present friendship WITH online presence. I interact with them on a daily basis. We talk, we laugh, we hang out, we go to each other’s kid’s birthday parties, we share in each other’s sorrows and joys and we even hug! I love to hug. If I have nothing to do, I can be assured that someone will invite me to do something with them.

These are just a few things that I want to ponder on for 2010. Do I have goals for 2011? Yeah, maybe, but whatever happens, happens. If you really must know what some of these goals are: lose a few pounds and go to Vegas. Pretty simple right?

Lastly, if you were apart of my life in 2010 and you helped to make any of these items happen or flourish, then I thank you. You not only have have my respect & friendship, but you can be counted as one of the people that helped shape my life. I considered dropping names, but you know who you are.

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Follow-up: Deaf Helping Deaf

You may recall my recent post Deaf Helping Deaf where I spoke of an amazing opportunity I experienced in volunteering with the St. Louis United Way at the St. Joseph’s Institute for the Deaf. Shortly after that publishing that post, my employer heard the good news and wanted to share it with the rest of the company.

It’s not part of my normal duties to engage in public speaking, so when the Manager of Community Affairs reached out to me and asked that I speak in front of the entire St. Louis based company, needless to say, I was a little nervous. When I asked, “What should I say?”, she simply replied with “Speak from your heart and talk about what you wrote.”

So I did.

I can tell you that throughout the 10 minute long speech, I continued to be nervous, but the outpouring of positive comments afterward made me feel so wonderful. Many people that were not able to hear the speech had hoped it was recorded so they could see what everyone was talking about. After jumping through some corporate compliance hoops, I was finally able to get a copy of the speech to be made public. Below is the video.

Allow me to preface your viewing by saying that my speech should not be your focus, but rather let the message be your catalyst for diving into your community’s needs and helping where you can.

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Mighty Dog Saves Family of 3

Double Cheeseburger Hamburger Helper was still stewing in my already disruptive digestive system, when Gwenny started bouncing around like a jumping bean.  The girls were both playing in Rhyen’s room, on the other side of the house and I could hear them ok.  I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom, checking things (you know, Facebook, Twitter, my mail order bride status) and Gwenny just would not stop acting like a goof ball.  For sanity sake, I yelled out, “Rhyen…you guys doing ok?”  ”Yeah, we’re fine” was the response I got back.

I went back to my computer and just ignored the dog.  But she just kept getting more and more annoying.  She started to prance back and forth from the bathroom in my bedroom.  The door was slightly closed…and the lights were out.  At this point, all I could think was that there was someone either trying to crawl in through the tiny bathroom window or….they were already in.

I did what any red-blooded American would do.  I reached for my gun, pulled the slide back and yelled, “If you’re in there, I’d suggest you use your legs to walk out, while they still work.”  …..  nothing  ……  silence  ……

I barged in to find not even an open window…fortunately.  At this point, Gwenny is still going nuts and starts to make her way toward the front door now.  ”Maybe she scared the intruder off and they ran out front?”  I turned the lights on outside, yelled to Rhyen one more time to make sure she was ok, and then opened the door.  As I stood there, silently, alone, it wafted over me like the smell of cheap perfume.  I knew that smell…THAT WAS SMOKE!

I ran back into the house, and there on the ceramic top stove was the dinner pan, burning and smoking the left over cuisine.  I had forgotten to turn the burner off.  All this time, Gwenny was trying to warn me of the soon-to-be fire.  I couldn’t believe it!  I was so happy…all I could do was bend over and kiss her!  Of course I turned the burner off and took the pan off the stove as well.

The girls came running out, “What’s wrong Da……WHOA, WHAT HAPPENED!!”  The door to Rhyen’s room was closed…they didn’t smell a thing.  Once they figured out what Gwenny had done, they too began showering her with love.  As I looked into those big brown eyes of hers, my blue eyes started to well up a little bit.  I think she knew…in fact, I know she knew…exactly what she was doing.  Thank you Gwenny.  We love you.

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Civil Humanities in St. Louis

This morning, I was driving east bound on I-70 and had just crossed the Blanchette Memorial Bridge when traffic abruptly came to a screeching halt. Cars were swerving to the left and right. I could see a clearing ahead, where there were only 2 cars parked in the center 2 lanes. Of course, my first thought was, “What are these nut jobs doing!!??”. However, as I got closer, it became rather apparent that these were no nut jobs. These were men of honor, fulfilling a sense of civil humanity that their counter-part weekend drivers did not share. These 2 men, with what appeared to be their lady friends in the passenger seat of their vehicles, had purposely parked their cars to block 2 lanes so they could clean up a mess of construction equipment, debris and other truck bed trinkets that had fallen out of a moving truck. Even such equipment as a wheelbarrow. How could you not know that a wheel barrel flew out of your truck!?

I digress. I pulled up behind these 2 cars thinking, I could reciprocate the responsibility, but they were just finishing. As they ran to their cars and sped off, one continued on I-70 east bound and the other took I-270. This trash that they moved, was just thrown to the side of the road. These few bits of information led me to the conclusion that A) they had nothing to do with the trash and B) they didn’t even know each other.

These 2 gentlemen put their lives at risk in order to ensure that no one else would get injured from hitting such large debris scattered across the highway. Some would argue that it wasn’t their job and the risk was too great; maybe they should have called a MO-DOT official…who knows. What I do know is that I found great respect for them and once again humanity redeemed itself, just a little bit more.

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Follow Friday @USNChief1

Taking note by @rockstarima and @tojosan’s example, I decided to do my one Follow Friday today via video.

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