Saturday, February 11, 2012

Stairclimbing Playlist

Oak Brook Terrace "Fight For Air Climb" tomorrow morning.
It seems to me, one could climb up faster with good tunes.

Unfortunately, the rules forbid any electronic devices in the stairwells for the tower races!  If I-Pods were allowed, or perchance if I decide to sneak mine along, here's my playlist.

They're all favorites. 
Most of them are classic.
I chose each for the message and music
to drive me up the steps.


You Can't Always Get What You Want -- Rolling Stones 
Starts slow but builds nicely.  Getting what you need is a good thing.

Fly Away -- Edgar Winter 
Long time favorite. Have been getting wrapped up singing along with this one since 1973!

Black Magic Woman --  Santana   
Love Santana.  Rhythms, guitar...pushing through.

Black or White --  Michael Jackson 
"It don't matter if you're black or white."  Catchy, rhythmic.

Dream On --Aerosmith
It dreams and shouts and builds.

Seeing Things --The Black Crowes
Always glad to see something for the first time. Revs up.  Always discovering.

Fix You -- Coldplay
Love the momentum when this builds.  Imagine fixing myself, getting healthy!

Eyes on the Prize -- Hans Zimmer, from Green Card soundtrack.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
Don't be afraid.  Don't be afraid. 
Deep in your heart, you must believe,
Everything is going to be alright.
Everything is going to be alright.
Everything is going to be alright,
some day.
We shall overcome...

I Get High With a Little Help From My Friends -- Joe Cocker
Love to sing along, message is obvious.  Thank you friends for all your support.

Somebody to Love -- Queen 
Heartfelt, driving.

One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces -- Ben Folds
Not quite sure what it's about, but it surely does move!

I Would Die 4 You -- Prince  
Strong beat, gutsy.

I'll Rise -- Ben Harper
Classic struggles, but always on top.  Very Motivating.

Stairway to Heaven -- Led Zeppelin 
A friend suggested this one.  I think it's perfect.

All You Need is Love -- The Beatles
Says it all.



Even if I don't take my I-Pod in the stairwell for the race, I listened to them all day today and I'll have them in my ear right up until starting time.

If you have any suggestions to add to my playlist, please send them along in the "comment" section below.  If it doesn't work for you for some reason, then leave them on Facebook or send an email. 

Thank you very much.



Friday, February 10, 2012

Though your wings are on fire, Don't look down.

Planning for Sunday's thirty-one flights, times three. 

Soaring alone upon a threatening wind
Just fix your eyes on the horizon

All together, ninety-three flights sound overwhelming, as does the total of 2040 steps. 

Cut off from everything
You've known or have been
I shouldn't think it's so surprisin'

Thirty one floors at a time though, sounds fun in comparison!  I'll take the elevator down each time after reaching the 31st floor...a nice rest.

Spiraling upward on a freshening lift
Reaching the realms of fleet Apollo

My strategy this time is to not stop at all for each repetition of the  thirty-one floors.  The first time up, I plan to take a brisk pace, hopefully running the last few floors. 

You have been given the most sacred of gifts
You must be fearless now and follow

Forty-eight hours later, I will search  "race results"  for women in my age group to find out where I place.  Two weeks ago, climbing eighty flights for the first time, I had no plan or concern for the time it took.  This is different. 

I've changed.

Don't look down
Though your heart may be weary
Don't look down
Though your wings are on fire
Don't look down
Though the night may seem endless
There's a reason you're flying
This fast and this far

Having discovered I can do this,  each climb going forward will pose an opportunity for improvement.  I'll take fewer and shorter rests, picking up my pace a bit more each time.

From my blog title...shifting perspective, climbing higher, celebrating love and joy!... faster!

Let your faith be your strength
And your love be your guiding star

I'll search race results with new anticipation. 

Venturing further than
The length of your sight
Out past the reach of your beginnings
There is a gamble in each
Proud act of flight
But the losses pale before the winnings

As my own personal times improve with each climb, one by one I will tick off the competition.  Climbing not only the stairs, but also climbing up the list of women in my age group...closer and closer to my goal.

Circling and diving with this
Freedom you've found

one by one...

Illusion blows apart and scatters
There is no darkness in this place
That we're bound

ascending...

Love is the only thing that matters

...one step at a time.


Don't look down
Though your heart may be weary
Don't look down
Though your wings are on fire
Don't look down
Though the night may seem endless
There's a reason you're flying
This fast and this far


Song Lyrics:  Icarus Ascending by Dan Fogelberg



Thursday, February 9, 2012

A Goodbye Story --Be Present, Appreciate Each Moment




When we lose a loved one...

My friend is leaving for vacation today, but yesterday had a tale to tell.  My parting words to her on the telephone...

"You are excited about where you are going tomorrow and you feel good about where you've been today.  You will sleep well."

...the perfect elixir for anyone who ever worries or frets about the past or the future, is going to bed satisfied with the day's accomplishments 
while looking forward to the possibilities of tomorrow.

Where is the pharmacy to purchase a big supply? 

Truth is, we are well supplied
naturally.

Appreciate the moment right now for what it is.  Stop everything.  Assess.  In this moment I'm alive, breathing, an integral part of life's momentum.  I cannot change the past, nor predict the future with certainty. 

It's my choice in this moment to smile or frown,
demonstrate love or hold back,
reach out or close up,
create or stagnate. 
Take a deep breath of appreciation,
or almost forget my little shallow breaths, suspending feelings and connection. 

It's my moment.  It's your moment.
As is the next. 
And the next...

When we lose a loved one we often take note of these moments.  Each one becomes excruciatingly vivid and meaningful.  Perhaps we walk alongside in their last moments.  Or we sit spellbound listening to the one who did, as they relate each detail.  The narrative so simple, so profound...sears into our consciousness.

We are present.

When my friend called yesterday, she told of a visit to Albany to pay respects.  There she listened to the story of a wife, a mother, a friend of many years detailing her husband's final hours.  She heard the doctor's words from the afternoon visit, "You have put up a good fight.  You've done all you could have done.  It's time for hospice now." 

She heard about the daughter's visits...their goodbyes. 

Then her friend shared the moments before bedtime as she propped up her husband of so many years, in his favorite chair--his computer chair which was cushiony, the most comfortable place where she made sure he had a blanket on his lap to keep warm-- and how she moved another chair with sturdy arms next to his computer chair so he could use these sturdy arms to hoist himself up if a trip to the bathroom became necessary.  She knew she had made him as comfortable as possible, and he was right where he wanted to be.  Saying "Goodnight," she turned and climbed the stairs to her bed, expecting he would join her whenever his computer chair time was over. 

He said, "Goodnight," and watched her leave the room.  Their parting.  Loving.  Comfortable. 

Each of those moments narrate the poignant ending.  Most certainly poignant for the wife left behind, and the daughters.  But also poignant to my friend listening, and then hours later, to me on the other end of the phone as my friend tells the story. 

Here on this page as my words repeat it yet again...the cushiony computer chair...

Simple moments of love and life. 
The appreciated moments are the important ones.

Appreciate the moment right now for what it is. 
I cannot change the past, nor predict the future with certainty.

No matter what the past was, no matter what the future will be, this is the important moment.  Right now.

When we grasp this,
we can apply my parting words to my friend on the phone to every evening of our lives.

"You are excited about where you're going tomorrow
and you feel good about where you've been today
...you will sleep well tonight."


~~~~~~~~~




Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Greatest of These...

Tuesday night's class is called, "Energize Yourself."

In prior winters there were definitely weeks at a time when I needed a class called "Energize Yourself."  However, right now I'm quite energized. Before class I contemplated, if I became even more energized, perhaps I'd be able to supply electric current to appliances!

Winter is mild this year,  I'm physically active--working out almost every day, not overeating sugar, bad carbs or bad fat, working toward a personal goal and... it's getting closer and closer to wedding time in our family again!  So much great energy flowing.


Photo by Brendan Reed


Our oldest son will marry his fiancee on April 28th.  Young, madly in love, so full of hope, caring, affection, plans and dreams for their future, Matt and Rachel will soon be husband and wife.  What a privilege for our family to welcome another wonderful daughter inlaw, and for Matt to have found the love of his life.

My heart has swelled with happiness, love, pride, appreciation and joy for each of my children on many occasions throughout their lives.  I learned from Harold M.'s wedding to Leslie in 2009, exactly why we gather all our friends and family to celebrate weddings.  For the first time I understood the height of joy so sweet it absolutely must be shared.  I felt the true meaning of celebration.

I learned in class tonight we need never be stuck, overwhelmed, inflamed, weakened, or slow to metabolize food or thoughts.  So many tools are available to us.

My hope is for April 28th and every day thereafter, to be all Rachel and Matt dream it will be, and more.

My desire for them is that their marriage will flow peacefully, their future family will be strong, and love will consume their every day and night together, forever. 

I want stars to glow more brightly...

the dawn to be more radiant...

and each night to renew their joy...

because they walk in love.


~~~~~~~



Meals
Breakfast:  Coffee, Omelette with onions, kale and Monterrey Jack cheese with basil and
                  garlic, Fruit
Lunch:       Chicken Salad Sandwich, and sadly...a chocolate cookie
Supper:     African Sweet Potato Soup with Curry, Jalapeno, and Peanut Butter
Snacks:     Pomegranate Juice, Mini Crackers and Hummus, Decaf Latte





Workout
Pilates Solo session







Monday, February 6, 2012

Inspiration

The Empire State Building Run-Up is Wednesday, February 8th, at 8:00 p.m.  I'm beginning to learn the names of the contenders as I listen to Jesse's stories, read blogs and watch Youtube videos of the elite climbers. 

I didn't know who was playing in the Superbowl until the game on Sunday, but I can tell you a German, Thomas Dold, won the Empire State Building Run-Up for the last six years in a row. Definitely also in the running this year are Justin Stewart and Eric Leninger who placed first and second nine days ago at the Aon building.  I know too, Tim Van Orden from Vermont (of "Running Raw") is determined to win this year, and has been winning everything he's entered this January. 

My trainer will participate in this competitive field.  He's won the Willis Tower (formerly Sear's Tower in Chicago), and many other towers all over the country, but never the Empire State Building.  Entrants from all over the world participate in this one.  In addition to the regular runners, there may be some surprises too.  I follow this with rapt attention, looking forward to the outcome.

The stories fuel my desire to continue my fitness journey. Looking for the proper analogy, perhaps I am like a junior high student just starting to play basketball for the first time, who gets entirely wrapped up in all the stories of top professional players.  Hopefully I won't decide I need to hang posters of these stair racers in one of our rooms!

However, even if I did, a poster would be difficult to find. 

Another reason I'm attracted to this sport...

there's nothing mainstream about it.

~~~~~~~



Meals
Breakfast:  Cereal/Fruit/Skim Milk
Lunch:       Ministrone Soup with Kale, mini Crackers & Hummus
Supper:      Lemon Herbed Chicken Breast, whole wheat Pasta, shaved Parmasen
Snacks:      "Ice Cream"--made with only frozen fruit, Sushi

Workouts
1 Hr. Personal Training
Group Core Class

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Find Your Passion...and Some Good Recipes!

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass

~Ezra Pound~

Shake the grass!
~Cheryl Spooner~

Hope you enjoyed a warm, relaxing Sunday!
Photo taken before
the Aon Building stair climb last Sunday. 

Today I feature a recently discovered blog -- an enticing,  thoughtful, good-eats blog full of  recipes!  Click here to view:   Ezra Pound Cake, The Kitchen Confessionals of Rebecca Crump  Meatless friends?  She features page after page of possibilities:  Ezra Pound Cake -- Meatless Category

Enjoy visiting the site to find your favorites.  Following is one of mine:
Photo from her website.

Live fully, life is short...don't let it slip by!
Taken when we arrived home,
after last Sunday's 80-floor stair climb.
I've been smiling ever since!
Meals
Breakfast:  Superbowl Sunday Breakfast Tostada--1 low fat tortilla, non-fat Greek yogurt, salsa,
                    lettuce, kale, onions, peppers, beans, tomatoes, sprinkle of cheese, and scrambled eggs.
                    Fruit.
Lunch:        Sweet potato wedge, salad with balsamic vinigarette, kale sauteed with garlic, basil &
                    lemon  (Yum!)
Supper:      Leftovers from yesterday (turkey meatloaf on whole grain bread "thin."
Snacks:      Almonds, coffee, Ice Cream (made with only frozen fruit & a bit of peanut butter)

Workout
Day of Rest

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Following My Heart


After the gym I stop by our local "Ma and Pop" grocery store a few blocks from home at Lincoln and Peterson.  I need eggs and skim milk. I walk out with eggs, skim milk, Bread and Butter Pickles, Sweet Orange Pickles, Sweet Dill Pickles, and Vidalia Onion Relish.   Also tucked in my bag is Apple Butter and Grandma's Dark Molasses!  What is this all about?

The overcast Saturday afternoon's free time, is creating a craving for long ago comforts of my youth.  I've actually been looking for Apple Butter on grocery shelves for quite some time.  I find Plum Butter, Cherry Butter, Peach Butter, Blueberry Butter...you name it and I can find a "Butter" for it in the local European and Eastern European shops.  However, Apple Butter is not on their shelves and for some reason has disappeared from the regular grocer's shelves as well.

So today, in this tiny shop... where goods are stacked on portable metal shelves like one purchases to hold odds and ends in utility rooms, and where the petite old woman at the register takes exceedingly careful pains to pack each item with running commentary on why her packing procedures are best for me--not only to carry to my car, but also for when I have to carry them in at home...in this tiny shop next to Nutella and Grandma's Molasses, I discover six jars of Apple Butter.  Bonanza! I want to buy all six, but hold myself to two.

Growing up, weekday breakfast was usually cereal, toast and juice, sometimes biscuits.  The two very best toppings for toast were Honey Butter (which came in regular and cinnamon flavor) and Apple Butter. 

Another wonderful memory is father making his own Apple Butter at his kitchen stove in his final years.  His face lit up with pleasure from the peeling of the apples, through the cooking and the straining, and the filling of the jars, to the tasting.  His favorite was white "Monk's Bread" toast and butter which he spread liberally with spoonfuls of the warm sweet homemade condiment.

It's coming to me now -- father passed away in early February of 2008!  Only as I reach this paragraph do I realize, this is the anniversary of his last days.  All of a sudden, it's clear why I reached for those items in the store.  My heart reached for each one of them. 

Chester M. Gretz 
Miss you Dad
Most of the last month of father's life, I spent with him in his home...in his kitchen in particular, preparing all his favorites which I hoped he'd find the strength and will to eat.  His discomfort was often placed aside during those times as we created baked goods together and yes, Apple Butter too.


This afternoon I have two Apple Butter jars of comforting goodness on my pantry shelf.  I'll allow a taste now and again, for old time's sake... not spread on white bread toast slathered in butter,  nor on white flour biscuits.  I probably won't even care for it very much atop my butter-less Ezekiel sprouted bread toast.  My quest is over though--it graces my pantry where it belongs.

I'll peruse the Internet for a healthy molasses cookie recipe.  Is there such a thing?  I know the dark molasses itself is recommended highly as a sweetener over sugar.  When I find a healthy recipe, the nostalgic aroma of molasses cookies in the oven will elevate a future Saturday afternoon.

The other purchases?  For now I sample each pickled item, then push them all to the back of the refrigerator.  Father also loved anything pickled, often sprinkling straight vinegar into soups, over vegetables, eggs and spinach...I think it may have been a Polish thing.  Another story for another time.

I wandered into the shop for skim milk and eggs.

I left with so much more.


~~~~~~~







Breakfast

Lunch

It feels good to be accountable again!

Meals
Breakfast:  Two-egg omelette with kale, red pepper, dill cheese (1 oz.) and salsa
Lunch:       16 Savory Thin Mini-Crackers with basil pesto and tomato (65 calories), 1 pickle spear,
                   salad with balsamic dressing and turkey meatloaf
Supper:      Minestrone soup with kale
Snacks:      Almonds and mini-crackers with bits of pickle, cheese (1 oz.) and red pepper

Workout
1hr. moderate cardio

Friday, February 3, 2012

Readjusting the Scale

My Gym in Summer
Wonderful angles and spaces.
Sometimes when using the track at my gym,
I practice the Eckhart Tolle technique of studying the spaces between things.
...Just think, spaces between things must be there in order for something to exist...
He believes, "Meditation occurs as an individual walks
while maintaining awareness of every movement, step, and sensation...
In that way, individuals can perceive the world from a deep state of presence."
This quiet focusing and awareness of every space, 
can inspire an inner knowledge of connection.
Looking forward to the weekend.

Trying to decide whether to spend time in the gym or take a break.  It doesn't seem logical to take a break with two stair climbs to go this month.  On the other hand, balance is important.

Last Sunday I decided to take a break from photographing and posting everything I eat. I concluded, in the interest of "balance" I would not take such pains with my food choices for awhile. I experienced a reasonable week, but not a result-bearing one!  Starting tomorrow I will begin that accountability tool once again. 

Balance might have to ride in the back seat this month.  
However, thinking about it...

...my scale is actually tipped so far in the non-exercising position after decades avoiding it, balance is hardly an issue after all.

Going to bed early. 

You'll find me in the gym tomorrow morning.


Workout
1 hr. personal training session-- lots of running (well, for me lots) and TRX training

About TRX:

The original TRX Suspension Trainer was made by hand stitching a few long straps of parachute webbing! It was designed by a Navy Seals Officer who needed to find a training method to keep his Navy Seals team in peak physical condition.
  • Suspension training builds strength, improves balance, core stability and flexibility. It is adaptable to ALL fitness levels and physical abilities.
  • How is TRX work different from traditional strength training? It is functional in na­ture. Every exercise performed on the TRX requires the entire body to be used as an integrated system.                                                                     -- http://galterlifecenter.org/tips-trainer-1



Thursday, February 2, 2012

"Getting High"

I climb 80 flights of stairs and feel fantastic for three days, what's going on?

Yesterday I explored the benefits of water. The other answer today.

On Monday I felt like a new person, or at least a much younger version of myself.  Absolutely nothing ached anywhere--even the tiny nagging irritants I usually encounter on good days, were completely non-existent.  I marveled at the ease with which I ran into the gym and circled that track!  The hour workout was over before looking at the clock even once. I wasn't prepared for this.

As he set up the bike for me, I told Jesse how great I felt.  Only then he tells me, "After the race I usually get a high that lasts all the next day too!  You might not know how you really feel till tomorrow."

Tomorrow (Tuesday) came and went feeling exactly the same way.  I sailed through Pilates and a workout.  After Linda Williamson's class on "Persistence" Tuesday evening, as I shared this experience with her, she mentioned a possible 72 hour effect I could be having.

That's what it was -- 72 hours of euphoria!  It sounds exaggerated, euphoria is a grandiose word. Then I checked my email and another friend (marathoner) had written, "You are probably still experiencing the euphoria stage!"
 
 For a long time, "runner's high," has been talked about. However, in 2008... Researchers in Germany, using advances in neuroscience, report in the current issue of the journal Cerebral Cortex that the folk belief is true: Running does elicit a flood of endorphins in the brain. The endorphins are associated with mood changes, and the more endorphins a runner’s body pumps out, the greater the effect.

Endorphins are released during long, continuous workouts, when the level of intensity is between moderate and high, and breathing is difficult...  Runner's high is known to create feelings of euphoria and happiness.  My workout climbing the stairs was definitely high intensity, and breathing was most certainly difficult.

Endorphins are some of the many chemicals that contribute to runner's high; other candidates include epinephrine, serotonin, and dopamine.  I think by the time I reached the top of the Aon building my body was firing all of them!

Another, endocanabanoids, are the body's natural chemical that interacts with the same brain receptor responsible for causing the high associated with marijuana use.  They are associated with motivation and reward for running...likely cause as to the motivation behind why we run...

One more theory for the cause of runners high is that, runner’s high is... a trance caused by overtaxing of the brain’s information processing power. An example of this is that runner’s high has been described as pure happiness, elation, feelings of unity with one’s self and/or nature, endless peacefulness, timelessness, inner harmony, boundless energy, as well as the reduction of pain sensations.  (There's another explanation for this "trance", involving the fact that stair climbing and running are jobs of the sub-conscious, not the conscious mind...I'll save that for another blog.)

In recent research,

The data showed that, indeed, endorphins were produced during running and were attaching themselves to areas of the brain associated with emotions, in particular the limbic and prefrontal areas.

The limbic and prefrontal areas, Dr. Boecker said, are activated when people are involved in romantic love affairs or, he said, “when you hear music that gives you a chill of euphoria, like Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 3.” The greater the euphoria the runners reported, the more endorphins in their brain.

If, after every tower race I complete, I feel like I'm falling in love and listening to music feeling a "chill of euphoria" for three days straight...

...count me in for the long haul in this sport!






Marcia, this photo is seemingly unrelated to the blog subject,
except to say that I easily slipped into a state of euphoria
on the Almafi Coast last summer!
One of the times
was walking up this narrow street
 only to discover
the darkest,
sweetest
cherries
ever.











Sources:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/27/health/nutrition/27best.html  -- All grey highlighted material.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endorphin -- All orange highlighted material.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Water Re-Visited

Aware of how good my body feels ever since the climb on Sunday, I'm asking questions.  First of all, how can this be?  On a regular basis, simply going through my every day life, one thing or another will tend to be bothersome.  Perhaps one day it's the lower back, then up pops a little snag in the knee, or one day I'm unable to reach back to put my arm in my sleeve because of pain in my shoulder and upper arm. 

Yet I climb 80 flights of stairs and feel fantastic for three days!

What's going on? 

Jesse did explain about the "high" one experiences after the climb, and that it can last all the next day too.  But I'm past 72 hours since the event and everything is still feeling better, all over, than I've felt in years.

Reaching for my water bottle next to the computer, I may have found one answer.  Could it be all the water?  As I recorded earlier in the blog entitled, "Water--It Does the Body Good," I've been consciously drinking a lot of water.  Then last Thursday I started drinking it constantly...all day and evening long.
I googled "Water--It Does the Body Good" and discovered I certainly wasn't the first one to dream up that title!  Some of the information is really staggering...in a good way! 

Statistics and research regarding water: 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated. 

1.   In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is often mistaken for hunger.
2.   Even MILD dehydration will slow down one’s metabolism as much as 3%.
3.   One glass of water eliminated midnight hunger for 98% of the dieters studied in a University of
         Washington Study.
4.   Lack of water is the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.
5.   Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and
          joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.
6.   A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and
         difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page.
7.   Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 75%, plus it can slash the
        risk of breast cancer by 79%, and one is 50% less likely to develop bladder cancer.
                                                                                                                  (from chiropractictruth.com)

How much water do we need?  Technically, each body requires a different amount, depending on activity levels and other factors.  Generally, the old standard recommendation was 64 ounces per day for an adult.  The Mayo Clinic suggests an increased daily recommendation.

  • Men need roughly: 3.0 liters per day
  • Women need roughly: 2.2 liters per day


  • More fantastic facts:

    Adequate water consumption can help lessen the chance of kidney stones, keep joints lubricated, prevent and lessen the severity of colds and flu and help prevent constipation.

    Water...can help aid in weight loss.

    It helps our bodies release fat and can help reduce our appetite.
    Water also clears toxins from our bodies. We live in a chemical world where we are constantly bombarded with potentially harmful substances.Water helps to dilute these chemicals so they are not as concentrated in our bodies and flushes them out of our system.                        (from lovebottle.net)

    Water helps regulate body temperature, moistens tissues and muscles, lubricates muscles and joints...carries nutrients and oxygen to cells and other body parts as well as acting as a solvent to break down vitamins and minerals absorbed into the body. Without water, blood is very thick and causes the heart to work harder when it pumps. Water thins the blood which helps to prevent putting strain on the heart and the entire body.                                                                 (from www.army.mil)

    I've heard enough.  
    ...again, in a good way!


    Tomorrow, the other answer.


    This time last year -- in San Diego.

    Today's Workout
    1 hr. personal training session--run, walk, spin, run, walk spin...





    Tuesday, January 31, 2012

    Where Do I Get My Persistence?

    I was asked to speak a few minutes tonight on "where I get my persistence."  I gladly responded,"Sure!" This gives me a chance to examine and learn from the process of answering the question.

    My parents were blessed with a very good dose of persistence.  At seventeen years of age, mother so wanted to get out of her environment, she fell in love and moved to New York from New Mexico by the time she was eighteen, to marry her twenty-five year old sweetheart who was the antithesis of every male figure in her life previously.

    Father, as a young boy, so desired attending the protestant church in the next town, that even though his Polish Roman Catholic mother insisted on his presence each Sunday morning in mass, as soon as it was over he ran four miles to join his older sister singing the Pentecostal praises he so loved.  He was persistent in his faith every single day, from those early times till the day he died at 84.

    There are tales from the depression--what persistence it required of father's family even to survive!  And frankly, tales of oppression--what persistence it took on mother's behalf for even a small portion of her talents and dreams to thrive! I believe we all have role models of persistence in varying degrees, some negative, positive, or more typically, both.

    So where do I get my persistence right now?  From setting a goal that feels good to me.
    It's that simple, and that profound.  Once I have this goal in front of me, in my heart and in my head...everything else falls into place from there.

    Tips about this goal:

    1)  It must feel good.  It's not to make someone else feel good.  If one attempts to be
         persistent in order to make someone else feel good, it only works for a time.  This doesn't
         mean other people aren't beneficiaries--they absolutely are.  It's not selfish.  For instance I'm
         quite sure Mother Teresa did not think to herself how terrible it might feel to serve the poorest
         of the poor.  I'm willing to bet her thoughts of doing it felt very good to her.
        
    2)  Believe 100% in the outcome.  No reservations.

    From there, persistence is enhanced by being open and responding to ideas the subconscious brings forth.  One might think, "This is risky."  However, one can literally practice persistence.  My subconscious may bring forth a seemingly wild or undeveloped idea to help me realize the dream.  That's the time to say, "Yes, I am reaching this goal, so I'll jump in and learn what I need to learn by taking the next step!" 

    I believe it's easier to be persistent in what I do know, having exercised persistence in the face of the unknown.  I wonder what was going through father's mind the very first time he decided to cross the  Communist (at that time) borders of Eastern Europe with a van load of supplies for Christian camps and churches?  I wonder how mother felt the very first time she decided to direct and produce a choral Christmas concert with American army families and German citizens together in the small German town which was home to the army base, even though she didn't speak German!  Their faith in God girded their persistence in the face of the unknown. Then time and time again with repeated persistence they lived a lifetime of service.

    While faith is absolutely key, how do we access this essence of our being to move forward?

    Be still.  Listen.  I examine my ideas, gathering in from my environment, friends, strangers, family, and community.  Then I look through the eyes of my realized goal, to see where each thought or idea might play a role in bringing it about.

    Perhaps I miss something today because I'm tired, or tomorrow because I allow dwelling on a negative thought.  Here's where the next step comes in--finding a vehicle of accountability and taking an action step daily.

    For me right now, it's writing every day.  Even though my current goal is a very physical one (competing in tower races as a stair climber), my vehicle of accountability is writing.  It keeps me focused.  It puts me in touch with my subconscious, readily going back and forth between conscious and subconscious with a rich exchange of thoughts, plans, improvements, reviews, innovations, reflections and possibilities.  Further, it keeps me in touch with friends and community, creating yet another rich exchange.  What does this for you?

    For the next person, a vehicle of accountability might be a food diary, a daily gym appointment, a daily act of service, volunteering, or as in my brother's case this year--a commitment to writing one thank you note a day.  It could be riding a bike each day, walking, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, a commitment to eating lunch outdoors, working on a short story each day because you've committed to submitting one a month for publication, thoroughly cleaning a 4ft. by 4ft. space in your home or garage daily, eating clean, eating raw, or declaring out loud every time you walk out the door, "I'm free!" Countless possibilities exist.

    I need to build into my accountability the fact that others know my goal and observe me working toward it.  This is the second most important factor for me personally. My persistence goes into overdrive once I put my dream out there.

    The number one most important factor though, is knowing how it feels to reach my goal.  I build in little samples...to get the feeling started...and then I want more! 

    Like setting one foot in front of the other up those 80 flights of stairs in order to reach the top, I get my persistence from knowing how good it will feel to reach my goal, to realize a dream, as I set one foot in front of the other each day in order to get there.



    Marcia, I have to be sure to include a picture!

    I found these in my archives today.
    They are reminding me
    to prepare some healthy
    individual
    snack packs.


    Workouts
    Pilates Solo session and cardio workout








    Sunday, January 29, 2012

    80 Flights -- 1,643 Steps Today


    In line I ask the woman in front of me, "Have you done this before?  What's it like?"

    "Oh no, I've been a volunteer before but this is the first time I'm doing the stairs.  You should ask her--pointing out the woman next to her--she's an athlete."

    Woman in orange shyly responds, "No I'm not."

    "Yes you are.  You do bike races, marathons and stair climbs!"

    "Well yes, but I'm not an athlete," she counters, as I wonder what one has to do then, to become an athlete!

    So many "steppers" everywhere I look, filling the halls in all directions, waiting to begin.  Men, women and children, all ages and shapes imaginable, talk, pace, stretch, and wait.

    The excitement is palpable, adrenaline is kicking in.

    At exactly 8:45 a.m. my feet cross the threshold as a volunteer snaps his arm down pointing to the floor and says, "Go!"

    As always, the first few flights sail by with ease.  As always, by the fifth floor I start to feel it.  Not sure why I'm shocked, that yet again, it happens so soon.  Fleeting thoughts rush my mind. "What am I supposed to do for 75 more floors if this is how I feel already," becomes dominant, as I count off the floors heading for floor 10, the first water stop.

    What I do, is carry out my plan.  Strategy for this first ever 80-flight climb is to stop for approximately 60 seconds at each water station.   I'm not climbing this tower for time today, but for what I can learn from the experience, and to finish.  However, realizing these breaks will add at least seven minutes onto my time, I maximize each second. 

    Reaching for a very cold cup of refreshing water from the volunteer's outstretched hand, I mumble, "Excuse me," and cut through to the hallway.  Jesse told me at the water stations they will allow climbers to go into the hall to rest. 

    Simply walking on level ground those few steps begins to have a calming effect.  Next I sit in a chair, close my eyes, relax everything I can possibly relax as quickly as possible and begin my breathing exercises.

    My goal is to slow down my breathing and heart rate, and to lower my blood pressure...all in those few seconds.  I've planned, visualized and practiced the exercises for each water station, countless times in preparation. 

    Immediately imagining my hands, feet and solar plexus are very warm I increase blood flow to my extremities and then imagine this healthy blood flow going to my heart and serving it up with lots of healthy oxygen. Next, I breathe (as deeply as possible at the time) in peaceful breathing, out distressed breathing...in calm, out stress...in confidence, out fear...in slow steady breath, out hurried fast breaths...in a nice slow heart rate, out my racing one...as many as I can fit in the seconds allotted.  I stand, finishing the water and head back to the steps.

    Amazingly, every time I begin another ten floors after my 60-second break, I'm starting fresh all over again!

    Somewhere around floor 54 I hit a second wind entirely.

    Floor 72 seems to be the most difficult to reach. 

    At 70, bent over, leaning against the wall, I try a rush version of my breathing exercises, but I'm breathing so hard and fast, the only thing my brain can muster up with each breath is, "Breath in good, breath out bad...breath in health, breath out disease!"  Ha, my brain can't keep up with my breathing, fast enough to formulate the words which have worked so well before.  I throw any ol' good word I can think of into the "breathing in," and negative ones into the "breathing out"!

    I press on to floor 72, and then it happens--a third wind of mammoth proportions.  Having steadily walked up 72 flights of stairs, I now take off running up these last eight flights.  Slowing down for only one of them, I continue running right through to the end.  At floor 80 I have to ask the volunteer by the door, "Is this the end?"

    Walking into the reception area, I'm on top of the world...no nausea...no pain, no aches... breathing fine...elated!

    What am I most thankful for today?

    --The volunteers with outstretched hands full of water every ten floors.
    --Volunteers in the landings of the flights just before each water station. There they stand clapping and cheering us on at the most perfect times.
    --The hallway air conditioning for my 60-second respites, after the stifling heat of the stairwell.
    --The Boy Scouts manning the last two water stations.

    What did I learn? 

    --If I can run up the last eight flights, perhaps I could have pushed myself harder earlier on? 
    --Now I'm looking forward to the climb in two weeks on Feb. 12th. 
    --My goal is to cut down on the number of breaks and scale back
       some of the seconds on the breaks I do take.

    I can do this!

    Photos just after the climb.  Top one with Jesse, my trainer.