Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Art of Play

I loved to move when I was a kid.  My parents would leave me in the wind-up swing for hours because I loved to be in motion.  At the age of five, I was organizing headstand contests with the kids on the block.  At seven, I moved on to racing Big Wheels for penny candy.  And by nine, I was hosting treasure hunts in the limestone quarry behind our house.  I would hide my mother's Precious Moments figurines and draw a map with an "X" where they were hidden.  Then we would spend half the day trying to find them.  We managed to find most, but my mom quickly put the kabosh on it when she noticed her collection was slowly deteriorating.

Activity was always fun as a kid.  We didn't exercise, we played.  Well, I got the chance to play Sunday with my good friend Sallie.  I dusted off my compass and did an Orienteering meet.  Although we weren't finding Precious Moments, it was just as much fun.  I did quite a bit of orienteering/navigating while training for my adventure races, but it's been years since I've looked at a map.  Needless to say, I was a little rusty and Sallie was a newbie, but we quickly learned to identify our strengths and weaknesses, and worked well as a team.

Orienteering involves finding a series of control points (check points) in sequence.  The beginner courses  are shorter in distance and the points are just off a trail.  The more challenging courses are longer in distance and the control points are much more difficult to find (like some of those figurines:)  Turns out, Sallie was great at reading the map with the clues.  I was good at translating what was on the map to what was in front of us (reading the terrain).  This is a picture of one of the ten control points we successfully found Sunday.  

Before we knew it, we were out bush-wacking (moving through thick sticker bushes and vegetation), jumping across ravines and slowly finding our way.  We were playing, and it felt good.

The greatest part of orienteering is it requires equal parts of physical and mental activity.  It's a thinking sport.  And a fun way to spend a Sunday afternoon.  I'm looking forward to my next play-date.  It is a wonderful way to get in touch with my inner nine-year child.

Jenny

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

An Amazing Race and a Wonderful Documentary: From the Mara to the Marathon


It's been a world-wind of a week...I successfully completed my target race, the North Face 50K Challenge and had the race of my life. I always go into events with neutral expectations, because you just never know what the day will bring. If you think sun and fun, it could be rain and sleet and not-so-much fun. To me, the best part of competing in events like the North Face Challenge is running into the great unknown. And when you run mindfully, there are a lot of wonderful things that happen along the trail of life.

I shed 37 minutes off my best 50K time and for the first time in my life placed third in my age group in a running event. But that wasn't the best part of the day.  The true gift were the conversations along the way.  Somewhere around 6-7 miles into the race, I hear two runners behind me and look back to see them trying to take a picture of the beautiful foliage. It was peaking in color, and just amazing to run through.  I offer to take their picture and start to talk about where they're from and why they are running the event. Turns out they are from Puerto Rico, and were acquaintances of a wonderful man we lost this year to a heart attack, Mike Forte.  Mike, was a veteran, a coach to thousands and an inspiration in the Puerto Rico running world. A man that helped change many lives.  What are the chances of running a race in Wisconsin with 250 runners and meeting a friend of a friend from Puerto Rico?  One in a million.  We shared a moment of silence for Mike, and kept running.


So often in life we focus on the outcome, the destination, but it the journey that is chock-full of life-changing moments.

The producers of this timely documentary "From Mara to the Marathon" have captured the essence of the spirit of running, and how it brings the world closer together.

Enjoy...






*Photos by a great friend and crew for the race, Sallie Stiens.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The Finish Line


It's marathon season and a busy one at that. Last weekend, I coached our team (Chicago Endurance Sports) through the Chicago Marathon. After two years of very warm, non-marathon friendly weather we finally caught a break. It was almost perfect weather (32/42 F) to tackle 26.2 miles and the smiles that greeted me at the finish were a tell-tale sign.

Many were first-timers who just five months ago never dreamed they could finish a marathon. To look at them when they cross the finish is like seeing their life changing right before your eyes. You can almost see their shock and amazement of what they accomplished. Many take this energy and confidence to continue to run marathons, while others use it to tackle other life goals. Either way, it's an energy I never get tired of watching, and it's the true reward in coaching.

The seasoned marathoners also had a tremendous day with a record number of personal records set. From qualifying for the Boston Marathon to shedding significant chunks of time off their best marathon finishes (50 minutes). The veterans shared in the magic of the day as well. All the planets were in alignment Sunday and the glow will last for months.

The true gift of the day was watching everyone return to the CES Tent/Party after they finished and sharing their journey with their families, friends and fellow runners. Although they had to take every step on their own, running is a community sport and one that brings people together.

Happy Trails,

Jenny

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Life is journey, not a destination.

You never know when something spectacular is going to cross your path.  I'm a huge fan of the fall season, in fact, it is my favorite time of the year.  I drove up from Chicago to the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon to speak last weekend and en route witnessed the early signs of the change in foliage.  My good friend Kathy told me it is either poison ivy or Virginia creeper.   It was amazing to see the contrast between the deep red leaves on the vines, and the green leaves that hadn't yet made the change.  Once they do, the picture will look very different.   I was excited to be in the right place, at the right time. 

The race weekend in Toronto was fantastic.  Two Canadian marathon records were set, with the first male coming in at 2:08 and the female at 2:28 (that's very fast folks)!  The course is flat and fast and very well organized so it is easy to understand why so many records are broken in this race every year.  I ran the half marathon and was pleased with my time (1:57).  It was one more step closer to my target race this season, The North Face 50K Ultra Marathon on October 24th.

Perhaps the best part of my weekend was working along side women's running legend, Joan Benoit Samuelson.  She was the keynote speaker at the Pasta Party, Expo and ran the half marathon in an amazing time (1:21).  Joan's running resume goes on for miles, and at the top of that list is winning the gold medal in the first women's marathon at the Los Angeles Olympics in 1984.  Twenty-five years later, Joan continues to strive for new goals.  She is running the 40th ING New York City Marathon November 1st and aiming to beat the 50+ master's time of 2:53:53.  She is a true pioneer in the sport and continues to pave the way for women (and children) in running. 

Although my "carrot" this season is the Ultra Marathon, the journey to get there has been chock-full of wonderful moments. 

Happy Trials,

Jenny

Friday, September 18, 2009

It's All About The Tree...

It's been almost a year since I've blogged (personally, that is) and although it was nice to take a little time off, I've missed it.  I'm fortunate to have some great professional writing gigs these days with my weekly RunnersWorld.com and BeeWellMiles.com blogs, and my monthly columns in HEALTH Magazine and Women's Running Magazine, but this is the place where I get a chance to unwind and write with a more personal flavor.  So, I promise, I'm back in the saddle again...

The big news this week is John and I are celebrating our fifth anniversary today!  We made the big move from Chicago (the city proper) to the burbs about 9 months ago, so we thought it would be a fitting and meaningful gift to buy each other a tree.  Seeing as the gift of choice for a fifth anniversary is wood and all...So here she is, an October Glory a beautiful hybrid maple tree that will grow along with us in time.

Although I've loved every minute of the city life (11 years), my spirit was yearning for peace and nature and we finally found it.  I'm also working on finding my green thumb, (okay maybe just my thumb) mountain biking and running on trails, and even paddling.  Life is good.

Happy Trails,

Jenny

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Rim2Rim4Roy - Mission Accomplished!


Team McGraw [My brother Scott-left, me-center and Jeff McMahon celebrity keyboardist with Tim McGraw-right] tackled over 24 miles, with 11,000 feet of elevation change and raised over $10,000 for the Tug McGraw Foundation in memory of our father Roy Hadfield, whose adventurous spirit lives on in all of us.

It’s difficult to translate our 12-hour fast-packing adventure across the Grand Canyon. Tuesday morning, we stood at the top of the North Rim at 8,200 feet and could see all the way across to the South Rim, or in our case, the finish line. It was an overwhelming view that literally took my breath away. It’s not that people haven’t traveled from rim to rim on foot, it’s just that most have done it over several days, not hours. I tried to digest the enormity of it all, but like geometry, it just didn’t make sense. It was the first time I had ever seen the finish line from the start, and what lay between seemed nearly impossible.

The temperature range was almost as extreme as the trail with the morning temperature at 29 degrees and 80 degrees at the base of the canyon. We followed the infamous North Kaibab Trail 14 miles and descended over a mile deep through layers of red rock glowing in the
morning sun. I took a million pictures, but knew there was just no way to capture the essence of what I was seeing. This view couldn’t be bottled it could only be earned. We had a schedule and had to move efficiently to reach it, but nature just kept tapping on our shoulders which made it tough to avoid stopping.
Our strategy was to fast-pack down the trail, which involves moving efficiently hiking and running and working with the terrain. We ran the more subtle declines and hiked the extremes to conserve energy for the toughest part of the day, the climb back up to the South Rim. The Phantom Ranch served as an intermission. It sits at the base of the canyon and was the lowest point on our journey (2,450 ft). I’m not sure what I was expecting at Phantom Ranch, but it surely didn’t involve the shadow of darkness that greeted me at the campground entrance. It caught me by surprise and chilled my soul.

We crossed the Colorado River on the Silver Bridge and began the dauntingly steep nine-mile climb up to the South Rim. At this point, the reality of the journey began to set in. The Bright Angel Trail is a series of switchbacks that weave straight up the side of the canyon. The higher we climbed, the harder it was to breathe, but the view certainly made up for it. Although my legs were faltering, my mind was racing with thoughts of my father, memories shared and how much he would have enjoyed the trip. He worked day and night to provide for the family and I think he would be happy to see us celebrating his life.

As the sun was setting, so too was our journey. I looked back and a flood of emotion filled my mind. I could see the North Rim and the magnitude of just how far we had come. It was as if my father was standing on the edge with us smiling and gently letting go. Our family journeyed to the depths and it was time to climb out of the canyon and celebrate the man that did so much for so many. It is the uncertainty of the unknown that fuels my fears, but it is my father’s spirit that leads me to unveil the mysteries of life.

Jenny

**I want to thank everyone who supported the team and donated to Rim2Rim4Roy. I also want to thank my brother Scott for having the courage to take on this adventure is his busy life, my sister Wendy and mother Doris who were there with us in spirit, Jeff McMahon and Jennifer Brusstar from Team McGraw and Tug, for giving us reason to reach beyond our limits. And finally, I'd like to thank my husband John Bingham, who supported us every step of the way. He is the best life crew a girl could want.

100% of the funds raised will go to the Tug McGraw Foundation and enhance the quality of life of children and adults with brain tumors and their families by stimulating and facilitating research that addresses the physical, social, emotional, cognitive, and spiritual impact of the disease. Tug McGraw continues to inspire and help improve the quality of life for brain tumor survivors and their families. Rim2Rim4Roy was created to honor his mission and celebrate his life.

Friday, October 03, 2008

T-Minus 4 Days And Counting...


Four days to go until we head to the Grand Canyon for Rim2Rim4Roy.   The four of us (my brother Scott, Jeff McMahon-friend and superstar keyboardist, and my husband John-crew) will journey to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon and run to the South Rim tackling 25 miles of rugged terrain and 11,000 feet of elevation change.  I can hardly wait to get started...

I want to thank everyone that donated to the cause.  100% of the funds raised will go the Tug McGraw Foundation, a charity that is near and dear to my heart.  We lost our father to a brain tumor two years ago and we created R2R4R in his memory.  It will be a cathartic journey that will celebrate his life and support a charity that is making a difference by enhancing the lives of children and adults with brain tumors.  A win-win for sure.

It's been awhile since I've done something "new" and the uncertainty of the unknown is bubbling up all kinds of nerves and nightmares.  My favorite dream was getting lost on the trail and ending up in the middle of Alaska at a Starbucks!  It's taper madness at it's very best.  Every time I get caught up in the madness, I think about my training, the people that have supported me along the way, and all the families that will benefit from the good work the Tug McGraw Foundation is doing.  The unknown, although it can be scary, fuels my inner explorer and challenges me to reach beyond my limits.  The view is much better when you earn it.

Off to packing and dreaming...

Jenny