When I was a competitive runner, I enjoyed a lot of modest success. In high school, I earned All-State and All-Conference honors as a runner. I was voted the MVP the cross-country team three times, and was the third-fastest in my high school’s history. In college, my team won three-straight conference titles, and I was even conference runner-up my sophomore year. Running was a big deal for me. It helped me stand out. Even people who weren’t my friends recognized I was good at it. It gave me a place where I belonged and helped give me purpose.
But during my sophomore year college, I stopped improving, which started a long journey of frustration and questioning, right down to my very purpose as a person.
During my junior and senior years, race times slowed and workouts that once were easy became hard. What used to be fun and a release from the normal stresses of life turned into dreaded chores. In cross-country, only seven runners are chosen to represent the team at championship meets. My senior year, I finished as the 8th man at our conference championships. Placing 8th meant that I was the alternate for the NCAA Regional Championships squad that year; it was the only race of my competitive career that I wasn’t on the varsity squad. The regional race was an epic spectacle where the races were delayed for an hour as 8 inches of snow was cleared off the course. That’s the kind of stuff you live for as a XC athlete…and I watched from the sidelines.
It hurt, and when I got back to my dorm room, I threw my shoes in the closet, and didn’t run for almost 2 years.
Riding the Ups
I took my first teaching job right out of college. I also got the opportunity to coach. That first fall, I ran in a community 5-kilometer race that many of my athletes would run in. I ran it about as fast as I had when I was an 8th grader. I was horrified. During that school year, I got back to training and ran a 5K faster than I had since my collegiate decline. But soon after, I fell back into old habits and began a battle with bodyweight that I’ve struggled with ever since. Four years into teaching, at the age of 27, I weighed in at more than 200lbs for the first time in my life on New Year’s Day 2012. Most people would go to the gym, start a diet…etc.
I signed up for a 50-mile ultramarathon instead, and dedicated the next 6 months to training for the June race.
The ultramarathon started at 7pm in Prince William National Forest in Virginia. It was a major challenge, but I placed 7th completing the course in 10 hours, 15 minutes; there was a 50% dropout rate as well. Once again, I had found something that I could excel at. I signed up for the USATF National Championships the following October, and ran 8:29. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that it felt easy, but it was enjoyable, and soon after I was thinking about when my next ultra would be.
Then graduate school consumed my life.
Riding the Downs
During seven years of grad school, I spent a lot of time learning hard lessons about taking on too much. I was barely keeping up with obligations and commitments which left little if any, time for me to stay active and take care of myself. The result was that I spent the first four years being sedentary and I gained 60 pounds. Once a lean fit trail runner, I was now clinically obese.
In the summer of 2016, I felt like I had gotten stuck during my doctoral program, and to distract myself. I started a routine of doing the elliptical for an hour a day and walking 5 miles every night. I lost 50 pounds in 3 months and got the itch to run again. After a few weeks of running regularly, I once again enjoyed recreational runs of upwards of 15 miles without much trouble. I was profoundly amazed at how quickly I turned things around, but as the end stage of my doctoral degree ramped up, I fell back into old habits and gained back all the weight I had lost.
By August 2019, I was a Doctor of Philosophy in Sport and Exercise Science. Ironically, while becoming an expert on exercise and performance, I had become the opposite of health and fitness. By many standards, my efforts had worked. I had earned a doctorate and I was now a professor responsible for doing research and using my expertise to teach students. But I felt that in the process, I had completely lost sight of who I was.
April 2016 → December 2016 → August 2019
Following the completion of my doctoral degree, I found myself browsing through the AT materials I had assembled during periods of procrastination. Soon to turn 35, I recognized that the likelihood that I would have the time and fitness to attempt a Thru-Hike would decrease as I got older. At the encouragement of my wife, I pitched a proposal to my university, who agreed to let me leave in April to hike the AT if I could directly tie it to my research.
In 2012 I had signed up for a 50-mile race to motivate me to get in touch with who I once was; seven years later, I eyed up a 2192-mile self-supported hike to do the same.
Since dedicating myself to training for my AT Thru-Hike, I have lost almost 20 lbs in 8 weeks; I’m also on track to lose another 40 lbs in time to start my hike on April 4, 2020. Each week I see evidence that my measures of fitness are improving, but more importantly, I’m finding that I’m rediscovering the sense of calm and contentment that was missing for so long.
Learning how to overcome challenges are the silver linings to the last 12 years’ dark clouds of frustration. As I prepare for the challenges of Thru-Hiking, I’m reminded that the journey to The Trail, and on The Trail, will be accompanied by more sunny moments, cloudy days, and silver linings. I’m optimistic that the challenges that lay behind me have helped prepare me for the challenges that lie ahead.
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