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Beneath the sadness is joy

Diana is 88. We met while out for a walk Sunday night after a confluence of random decisions that day.

After a long day driving to Tahoe and back for a ski day, our we had an early dinner, then Benjamin and I headed to the park to take advantage of the longer day. It’s been very wet weather this winter and mosquitos were rapid. After Lena joined us at the park, we fled the blood-sucking insects to walk the neighborhood. She wanted to take pictures of flowers to paint, and there was one tree in particular she wanted to photograph on Jerome Street.

Completing the short walking loop, we came back around towards our house when I spotted Diana across the street. I told Benjamin – “Let’s cross here…” I’m not sure exactly why. I just felt like it would be nice to say hello to her. I’ve seen here out from time and time, and I’ve seen how old people love to be around kids – just seeing them can bring them joy. Little did I know how important this would be for her that night.

As we approached, I said hello and she replied with a soft “Hi there…,” her voice crackling. I asked her if everything was okay.

She stopped, looked at me and said, “Well… no… I just got some bad news from Minnesota.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that. Would you like to talk about it?”

“That’s okay. I don’t want to bother you with it.”

“It’s no bother. We’re just out for a walk. My name is Scott, by the way.”

“Nice to you meet you, Scott. I’m Diana.”

Diana was sad because her last niece had just passed away, and had just received the news. Then she said that this was really hard on her because her husband just died three weeks ago and she was “just getting over that.”

As we talked, she shared more about her story – they were a military family, that her daughter had recently had a stroke and that Sunday was her birthday. As we wound down our conversation with Diana, Lena and I each gave Diana a hug. We showed her where we lived. Along the way, she stopped to tell us – “I can’t believe that you would stop and ask this little old woman what the trouble was. I just can’t express to you how much appreciate that.”

On Monday, Benjamin and I bought flowers for her. Benjamin drew a picture of a one big heart with a bunch of little hearts inside. (He even paused the iPad to take on this task.) I walked over to Diana’s house, flowers and picture in hand, and knocked on the door. No answer. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I knocked again. No answer. I was worried. I thought something might have happened to her, but with nothing to do, I left the flowers and picture on her doorstep.

Tuesday evening, I walked over again. The flowers were gone, relieving my immediate worry. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. No answer. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I could hear the TV on inside, and knocked one more time. Diana opened the door and was startled to see me.

“Were you knocking?”

“I did, and I was just about leave. Sorry to startle you so much.”

She had been in her backyard cleaning up some flowers and just happened to be coming out front for something.

It took her a moment to place who I was. “I’m Scott. We met the other night when you were out for a walk. I thought I’d come by to check on you to make sure everything was okay.”

“Oh yes. Thank you. I’m doing much better.”

We chatted a while and agreed that we’d all go to lunch or dinner sometime soon. “I’m heading out of town for a couple of days and my wife’s mother is coming to visit. Maybe I’ll have them come by to visit over the next day or two.”

“Thank you for stopping to talk to me the other night. I can’t tell you how much appreciate what you kids did for me.”

Today, Lena told me that Diana stopped by our house – “I talked to a very nice young man yesterday, and he said that I should come over and check on you guys while he was away.” Again she said, this time to Lena, “I can’t tell you how much appreciate what you kids did for me.”

Beneath her sadness, lay joy and happiness. It just needed to be revealed for the world to see and for her to feel it.

I remember visiting my great-grandmother when I was eight or nine years old. Bedridden, she would say – “I wish the Good Lord would just take me. I don’t why I’m still here.” Even at eight or nine, I understood. She had outlived several of her kids, and her husband had died decades ago. Lena’s grandmother lived alone in Ukraine, and even with her son and his family living nearby, there had to be long stretches of loneliness and sadness before she passed away – no one to help her share and remove that sadness to expose the joy that lay beneath. I saw her joy during our visit there ten years ago. Lena and I spent the day and the night listening to stories about her children and about her husband. She sang songs from her childhood for us. She told us old village jokes. We just needed be there to help her find her joy.

Maybe there are no accidents. Maybe the universe conspired to have us meet Diana.  Or maybe there’s just a lot sadness around us every day – we just need to stop to look and ask.

How much sadness are we carrying around within ourselves – caustic feelings of self-doubt, that we’re not worthy or that we’re not good enough? How often do we repress our Self from looking for help, from asking for a bent ear to listen to our struggles, strains and pains? How often do we suppress our own experience of happiness and joy?

How much are we willing to share of ourselves, to help other cope with whatever sadness they are feeling in this moment, in this day, in their life, to allow ourselves to feel this joy? We know it’s there. We suppress it. We ignore it. We let it sit there like a disease on our soul.

What if we could help each share our sadness, to shake it into the air and let it disperse in the wind so that all that’s left is joy and happiness?

Underneath sadness is effusive joy that we just need to uncover, to let the joy laying dormant, repressed by a blanket of sadness, out into the world.  I saw this in Diana’s expression of gratitude and joy that someone would listen to her. I’ve felt it myself in the joy I received by helping her, by caring for a complete stranger that’s now become a friend.

It’s okay to be sad. Now let it out, and help others do the same, because underneath is the joy we all deserve to experience.

* Diana is not her real name. I’ve changed it her to protect her privacy.

Why starting is more important than finishing #GoFarther

Brett Blankner interviewed me on his podcast this week – Zen and the Art of Triathlon (my interview begins at 1:47:30 of the episode):

Towards the end of the conversation, we talked about the importance of starting the race, or any endeavor, and how much more important starting is than finishing.

Starting means you’re taking action – you’re doing something, anything to move you closer to what you want. A decision is important. Identifying goals is important. But they’re nothing without action, ands starting is action. Starting validates commitment.

You got a dream, you got to protect it… You want something? Go get it. Period.

– Will Smith, The Pursuit of Happyness

In his book “Natural Born Heroes,” Christopher McDougall (the barefoot runner guy…), described a 50-mile trek introduced by John F. Kennedy when he learned that the military duty rejected 50% of those called as “unfit.” In describing Kennedy’s rationale for the 50-miler, McDougall wrote about the 1000s of competitors that now participate in the JFK 50 Mile every year:

..if we have the confidence to start, we’ll find what we need to finish.

Once you begin, the path will show you the way. I believe this with any endeavor, any workout, any day.

Take the first three steps, no matter how small, and you’ve begun your journey.

In the podcast, I described the fear I felt before starting Uberman, but when the alarm went off at three o-clock, I was calm. I was ready. I was starting. The journey would begin.

This isn’t just for big outcomes. There are days I just don’t feel like a workout, but I know that I have to, whether for training or to adjust my Self. Lena often suggests – “Just go out and do a few kettle bell swings…” She’s right. Picking up the kettle ball primes your body and mind. My mind goes into autopilot:

I can do ten swings, so I’ll start there… Six… seven… eight… nine…  If I can do ten, I can do 25. If I can do 25, I can do another set… First I’ll plop down for ten pushups. Ten? That’s easy. Make it to 15… 20… Okay, done. I’m breathing hard. My body is warming up. Might as well rollover for 25 sit-ups while I’m down here. 25 sit-ups done. Okay, back to the next 25 kettle bells swings. Done. Back down for another round of push-ups and sit-ups… Wait a second… How about five pull-ups in between?…

Sunday evenings are often rough for me, filled with anxiety. I’ll often have a packed week scheduled – a workshop on Monday then stacked with calls Tuesday. Back to San Francisco on Wednesday. More calls on Thursday, then playing catch up and while planning ahead on Friday.

But when four o’clock Monday morning comes around, I know all is well because now I’m starting. I’m doing it.

Surely throughout the day, doubts creep into my mind. Is the day going well? Will I find a few more clients? Why did that guy cancel on me? Is all of this worth the time and effort? Why am I doing this?

In the end, it doesn’t matter because I’m giving my best each moment, and however the day finishes, I’ve done all that I can. I’ve given my best. I started and given myself a chance to learn and succeed. I know that night I’ll be home in my bed and that tomorrow is another day.

I firmly believe that any man’s finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all he holds dear is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle, victorious.

– Steve Jobs

Victory comes in starting. Relish that you’ve made a decision, taken action, and started. Whatever your endeavor, big or small, just start and celebrate that you’re doing it. That is victory. Starting. Trying. Doing. Be a verb. Begin and life will show you the way.

Oh yes, it’s gonna be hard. Really hard. Really, really hard. But until you start, you can’t know what the hard is and how to overcome it.  The finish line you care about so much about might not even exist. Or worse, you cross it and don’t feel the satisfaction you expected. I’ve felt that. But you’ll never know unless you start.

If you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth.

– Rocky Balboa

Do something, anything. Please, just start.

 

Beating Back Regret & Lessons Learned from Uberman 2016

Thursday night, I listened to the Zen and the Art of Triathlon podcast, an interview with Uberman race organizer Dan Bercu. Listening to Dan recount the 2016 race and share the challenges of all the competitors should have been a fun, enjoyable experience.

But it was wasn’t.

I felt a sense of incompletion. I felt angry. I felt regret.

Most of all, I felt disappointed that I was feeling this way because at that moment when I turned off the timer in Death Valley, I promised myself and my team that I wouldn’t feel this way.

The more I thought about that regret, the more that regret was directed to what could have been with the right planning.

Going into the race, I know I prepared the best I could, from training to diet to logistics, all while running a business and supporting my family. I sat on my living room floor every night pinning lacrosse balls into my back and shoulders. I woke at 4:30am for 7500- and 10,000-yard swims before breakfast. I tortured my lungs and muscles through Cross-Fit workouts. I found experts to help me prepare.

By all measures, I accomplished an enormous amount with the adventure. And still, I sat there on the couch, then in bed unable to go to sleep, then I laid awake at 3:38 AM because I let the missing parts of my Uberman experience override what I completed.

My mindset improved markedly on Saturday night, when Brett Blankner interviewed me for the podcast as well. We talked about the importance of starting versus finishing, and how to approach endurance athletics with the right perspective towards family and personal health.

This is the important moment to remember from Uberman.

If you’re wondering, the answer is still no. I’m not going for Uberman #2. It’s too much on my body and family. It’s never the same the second time, and if I did decide to give it a go, it would be for the wrong reasons – it would be against why I chose to stop and against the contentment with that decision. Uberman, and any form extreme event or life objective, should always be about the journey not the destination, no matter how trite that sounds. Brett and I talked about this at some length in our conversation.

Most of all, we’re talking about a silly endurance event. On the other side of the world right now, a seven-year-old with murdered parents is trudging these distances without a water bottle in flight from torture and death. For real.

In the mean time, while waiting for the podcast episode to publish, I wanted to share a few lessons for those thinking about Uberman or any massive personal effort of its kind, I hope you’ll learn from these mistakes so you don’t lay awake at 3:38am wondering “what if?”

1 – A plan that can’t be changed is a bad plan. Looking back on my race planning, I had absolutely no room for error. I didn’t have a backup plan for missing the targeted swim landing spot. I didn’t build in a rest day. I didn’t account for the probability of injury.

There was plenty of information I ignored – accounts from other Catalina swimmers that missed the Terranea landing spot, the rocks, experience with going longer on an event. Despite these data, I built an inflexible plan that prevented my race completion.

2 – My 4:00am swim start. Marathon swimmers tackling the Catalina Channel usually leave the island at midnight. We chose a 4am start because we wanted to avoid crossing the shipping lanes.Had I started at midnight and even with a 15-hour swim (I finished my crossing in 14:24), I would have hit land by 3:00pm on Wednesday, instead of 6:30pm. This would have meant:

  • Less time battling wind and current as the day wore on, reducing the physical toll of the swim on my body.
  • More time to recover from the swim before the bike start.
  • Time to comfortably return to Marina del Ray post-swim, then back to the bike start on Thursday morning.

Maybe I still would not have been ready to hit the bike, but the extra few hours of a midnight start would have increased my chances, say from 1% to 15-20%. A 1% chance is no chance, while 15-20% is something. As soon as I missed the first bike segment, I lost the opportunity to complete the whole course.

3 – No backup plan for pickup after the swim. From research about Catalina crossings that swimmers are regularly pushed down shore from the target landing spot at Terranea Beach. Even though I was only 1/4 mile off from my target, that 1/4 mile was a world away. Tbone (my sister and crew) awaited my landing with an RV where I planned to sleep for the night then hit the bike in the AM.

Missing the landing spot meant there was no way for her to meet me. Rocks jutted out from shore that prevented her from meeting me and there were no access points to the beach where I landed. This meant that post-crossing, I had to return back to the boat about 1/2 mile offshore and then was faced with a choice of either swimming back to shore again, in the dark, by myself. No thanks.

I didn’t give clear directions and while I was getting settled back o the boat, the rest of the crew was putting away the kayaks. No one was in charge of thinking through the scenario that could have had a kayaker ready to take me back to shore again. It was now past dusk and dark. No flashlights were ready. No glowsticks. No one ready to hop in the kayak to help me. That’s my fault for not taking command and thinking through this scenario before it happened. In my condition, it would have been exceedingly foolish to try to swim back to shore with the current and the conditions, so I was forced to opt out of meeting Tbone.

By the time the boat returned to Marina del Ray and we got back to the apartment, it was well past 10pm or later (I can’t even remember), making the trek back to the bike start 30 miles south at 5 or 6am was a world away.

4 – I thrashed my feet hitting land. Feet are pretty important to cycling and running. Duh. Again, I knew about the rocky beach and how many other swimmers had cut their feet reaching shore. I rushed my landing to clear the water and ended up with two deep cuts on the bottom of my right foot. This was stupid. I could have worked with Nicki (my super awesome kayaker) to find a clear spot to land. Taking an extra minute or two would have saved my a lot of pain down the road (no pun intended…).

5 – I didn’t expect my shoulder ailments post-swim. In July, I did an 11-mile Tahoe crossing. Afterwards, I felt very, very good and had no soreness whatsoever. I wrongly assumed that any additional soreness I’d feel after doubling that swim would be manageable, if not tolerable.

This was a mistake and I should have known better. Having completed 70.3 triathlons vs Ironmans, and half-marathons vs marathons, I should have known that the effort and physical toll to one’s body is three to four times what half of the same distance does. With under a 12-hour turnaround planned from swim finish to bike start, even if I would have hit my landing spot on shore, the chances of being ready for the AM bike start were almost nil.

6 – Omitting buffer times in my race plan. Seeing a trend here? I planned one day for the swim, two for the bike and two for the run – a five-day race plan to cover the entire course. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

Even adding a single “wildcard” rest day to my plan to use when needed would have given me a number of options:

  • A full rest day post-swim (which I took, forfeiting the first bike segment)
  • Three days on the bike: 3 x 133 miles vs 2 x 200 miles
  • Three days for the run

Pay me now or pay me later. I didn’t plan a rest day, and that cost me the opportunity to complete the course. The sole finisher (Giorgio) took eight days (191 hours).  One rest day built in could have meant a finish, and probably a finish ahead of him.

7 – No way to extend my race plan. This is more of a constraint than a mistake. Lena and I had each taken an entire week from work already. The five-day race plan also meant that my crew commitments were over on Sunday night. T-bone had flight home from Sacramento on Monday night, and had already taken a week from work to crew. Tim had a job to get to Monday AM. I could have chosen to extend my race plan, and that would have left Lena, Benjamin and me flying solo in the desert with an overdue RV. No thanks.

8 – A big support team. Just like #7, this was a chosen constraint.  I wanted and needed my family to be there with me. I wanted to share the journey, not just embark on some crazy odyssey then report back with pictures. I wanted all of us to see it and experience it together.

This decision meant committing to a large support crew and heavy logistics, everything from the RV to having Tbone and Tim meet us in California, to having my in-laws fly to LA to stay with Benjamin while Lena and I crossed Catalina. Each night, I couldn’t just crash in the RV. We had to think about getting food and checking into hotels. We had to think about bath time, finding a glass of milk and which books to read before bedtime.

Having Lena there along the way for emotional support was, without question, a critical component to every moment of the effort. I remember a walk we took after arriving to Catalina Island. I was scared. Very scared. Scared of the swim.  Scared of what might happen out there. Scared of sharks. Scared of not finishing. Scared to start. She was there to tell me that everything would be okay.

At the end of my race, having Lena, Benjamin, Tbone and Tim there was an enormous sense of closure. It was a celebration of what we had accomplished as a team over the week, and over the past six months.

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So there you go… A few mistakes and a mini-therapy sessions for myself. I’m feeling much more at peace this morning than Thursday night and Friday, when for a period of about 36 hours, I was seriously considering taking another crack at this year’s race.

Nope. That’s okay. I’m good for now. I’m closing this door so another can open. I don’t know when, but another journey awaits, one more important and more impactful. I just wonder what it’ll be…

The First Three Steps on Learning the Trombone, Earning a PhD in Psychology & 8 More Things I’d Like To Do #GoFarther

The hardest part about taking action is taking action.

I often say “I’d like to…” or “I should…” or “I want to…” and in most cases there’s a divergence between what I say and what I do. I’m not referring to outcomes at work or at home, or even most endurance race events that I decide I’m going to do.

This is more of the pie in the sky, dreamy kind of stuff. The childhood fantasies or experiences I’d like to pursue as an adult with the financial ability to pursue such things.

Warren Buffet recommended a “Two List System” in which a person creates a list the top 25 things one wants to do or accomplish in the next 5 or 10 years (or longer) and then choose the top five.

James Altucher wrote about this approach more recently, and often talks about “The Power of No” – staying focused on your most important outcomes.

Once the decision is made where to focus, then it’s a matter of taking action with the right steps in the direction of whatever the chosen outcome, and that’s where I think most of us hit a roadblock. At least I do. I get so focused on the enormity of a big outcome that I paralyze myself from even beginning or exploring the process.

Jack Canfield uses his “rule of 5” – choose five action steps each day that will bring you closer to your desired outcome.

A strategy I recommend for clients whenever they tackling a project is to simply list the first three steps they can take right away. These first steps should be SUPER easy and designed to just get started.

I thought it’d be fun to list ten of my “things” – ten outcomes or experiences that I say that I want to pursue, then list out what would be my first three actions steps towards accomplishing them – eat my own dog food here.

The first three steps should so easy that just by identifying and stating them, I will feel compelled to take action right away, and because the first steps are easy, I should see progress quickly, feel momentum building, experience success and then want to do more.

I do well when I’m in a flow in pursuit of a started outcome. It almost feels inevitable that I’ll accomplish it. The key is putting myself into that flow with quick wins and early successes. And if I’m not willing to do even these first few steps, then maybe I really don’t want to do that “thing.” It’s a good test either way.

Here goes…

1 – Trombone Lessons.  From 4th to 11th grade, I played the baritone horn (a.k.a. “euphonium”) and got pretty good at it. In 8th grade, I was first chair of a ten-school conference band and second chair of the South Jersey Junior High Band. In high school, I performed in both jazz band and concert band as an extra-curricular activity.  In 5th and 6th grade, I picked up the trombone as a second instrument to play in the concert orchestra, but never really played again after that.

Last year at the Davis Farmer’s Market, a small group of young musicians played a compilation of jazz, show tunes and marching band music. I was drawn to the trombone player. I love the loud, controlled splats. The smears and slurs reminded me of The Muppet Show, and I like the elegance of the trombone’s dark, smoky tones in a performance setting.

So why not take a few lessons on the trombone to see if I enjoy it? Besides, practicing an artistic hobby is only going to help my efforts to win a Nobel Prize…

Last week, I walked into Watermelon Music and asked about rentals and lessons. The guy there told me they had plenty of rentals and that the instructor’s contact info is on their website.

First three steps:

  1. Send an email to the music teacher on the Watermelon Music website (DONE!)
  2. Register for one month of lessons
  3. Rent a trombone from Watermelon

2 – Standup Comedy. Brian Koppelman (he co-wrote the movie “Rounders,” is the co-writing of “Billions” among other huge accomplishments…) and Sara Blakely (founder of SPANX) each took a year or more of their lives to practice this trade.

I’ve read Judy Carter’s book – “The Comedy Bible.” A couple years ago, I started a file in Evernote where I keep ideas for a comedy routine but I’ve updated it less and less recently. I took an improv class in Sacramento.

I think I could be good at it. I’m generally good at quips here and there (or so I think…), though my “humor” gets a little dark and unfunny at times, and I wouldn’t want to go in the direction on stage. I’d want to keep it clean. I’ve watched Sinbad’s “Sinbad Where U Been” many times. It’s one of my favorite routines. Bo Burnham is wildly entertaining to me because of the effort he puts into his shows and how he extracts three and four layers of comedy from every thread.

Nothing is stopping me, or anyone, from trying an “open mike” night other than personal inhibitions and the fear of failure. I can handle both.

First three steps:

  1. Research open mike nights in Sacramento.
  2. Sign up for improv class.
  3. Print my comedy notes from Evernote and cut into small segments to begin assembling into a routine.

3 – Fly airplanes. Back in 2011-2012, I took private pilot lessons along with Lena, accumulating more than 70 hours of flight time including a few solo flights. I was getting close to my VFR license. Probably another 2-3 months and I would have gotten there.

When Benjamin was born, three things happened: 1) time dissipated as happens with a newborn at home, 2) it was way more important to Lena to finish than me – it all started with her dream, so we focused on her getting in the hours to her license, and 3) I decided that I wanted to go for Ironman #3, which on top of the training, happened to be in Australia, so there were all of the logistics and planning with Benjamin just a nudge past his first birthday on race day in March 2013.

I’ve thought I’d like to go back to finish my license. We could fly longer longer cross-country flights together and I could do occasional work flights to Palo Alto or even down to Los Angeles for workshops. It’s a bit of a fantasy to do those things and would require a big time investment to not only earn my VFR, but to accumulate the hours and experience to feel comfortable flying solo through busy airspace and longer cross-country flights.

Oh by the way, I don’t have the patience that it requires to be an excellent pilot. There’s the constant probability of a plane failing it’s preflight inspection, grounding a flight and throwing a monkey wrench in my plans. I don’t like that kind of uncertainty. I get frustrated with the mechanics of planning a flight and procedures.

For example, Lena once found a bird’s nest in the engine during preflight – twice – once before an evening flight, then she flew the same airplane in the early morning the next day only to find that birds had rebuilt the nest again in the engine in less than 12 hours. Another time after a 100-hour service, Lena flew a plane that sprung an oil leak, forcing her to divert back to the airport in short order.

Much of this would be mitigated by owning a plane outright because it would fly far fewer hours than a rental and Lena would assuredly be in charge of maintenance, but all kinds of things can still happen.

Despite all of these reasons to the contrary, I have an inkling to get back and finish my license.

First three steps:

  1. Send a text to my friend Tim for his opinion on how long it would probably take for me to complete if I committed to flying twice a week.
  2. Contact 2-3 instructors at University Airport about their availability to take me on as their student.
  3. Schedule a “restart” flight – a demo flight of sorts to make sure I really want to do this.

4 – Finish a novel. I started a novel about eight years ago, and it’s been on the shelf since. I don’t particularly care about publishing it – I just want to finish the damn thing. Most successful authors never publish their first novel.

I love writing – the process of building and constructing sentences and paragraphs. All of my published writing take the form of business writing or blogging. Writing through a storyline, developing the characters and reaching the end of the book is a compelling literary endeavor.  It’s a challenge churning out 50,000 words while maintaining a plot, developing characters and reaching a resolution.

Right now, I’m reading Norman Mailer’s book “The Spooky Art” about writing, and just finished Steven Pressfield’s “The War of Art.” There’s a persistence and a grind to writing a novel that jives with my personality, much like Ironman training or building my business.

But on the other hand, I’ve not seen this project through yet, and I’ve been known to start projects without finishing them, ergo why this is on this list. November is National Novel Writing Month every year. I could delay until then and put in the time daily to torture what I’ve written so far to completion. Or I could get started today…

First three steps:

  1. Find what I’ve written so far in Evernote.
  2. Organize this writing into a single notebook.
  3. Take a blank sheet of paper and draw out the story line I’ve written so far to see where my mind takes it next.

5 – CrossFit Games. I started doing CrossFit a few years back (again thanks to Lena!). I’ve never been a huge weight-lifting kind of guy – I did it in high school to try to build up my chest muscles because I wanted to look like a stud (I failed…) and nowadays I lift weights and practice CrossFit to bolster my endurance training. It’s been a HUGE boost to my efforts, and was a big part of my Uberman accomplishment.

I’d like to see how I’d do with a year’s worth of training to focus on competing in the CrossFit Games. Anyone can give it a go – just go to the local CrossFit gym and participate in the measured workouts that are used for the Open competition. Here in Davis, we have a kick-ass CrossFit box.

My body responds well to this type of fitness and training and I believe I could do well with the right focus and effort. It would be nice to see how I would stack up against the very best competition.

First three steps:

  1. Research when Stage 1 begins for the 2017 CrossFit Games. (DONE! Turns out, registration started back on Jan 12 and Stage 1 begins on Feb 23…)
  2. Review the Open Workouts from past years here.
  3. Chose one of the past workouts to do today in my garage. I’m going to workout today, so why not put myself to the test right away?

6 – Learn a new language. I’ve traveled to Europe, Latin America and Central Asia, each time adding to the realization of how limited life can be when you’re unable to communicate. I’ve been to Italy and Central America several times, each time wishing I spoke the local language.

In high school, I did well with French until I was asked to drop the class because I was a pretty annoying discipline issue. (Sorry, Ms. Hern. I really am. I know I caused you a lot of hard days…)

I picked up two semesters of French in college because I had to do a language, and again, did pretty well, but I’ve not pursued it since. I’ve taken a couple of community college Spanish classes and had a private tutor come by the house for a stretch to learn Italian. The Latin-based languages make sense to me, I’ve just never devoted time to focusing, practicing and using them.

This week, we’re registering our son for kindergarten and there’s a Spanish immersion program for K-6 grades which we hope he’s able to join. This is a lesson from my own life that will absolutely benefit him, and maybe this is my chance to learn alongside him starting this year.

I think I’m most torn about which language to learn. Spanish is most practical. French would be the easiest because of the four years of base training. Italian would be the most fun, and least practical of the three. I’ve learned some Russian as well, but again, not terribly practical.

First three steps:

  1. Find a language app on iTunes. I know there are several that are good for short bursts of language learning.
  2. Download the app.
  3. Take 15 minutes to begin today at lunch.

7 – Live abroad. We’ve done some decent traveling for extended stretches – two weeks in Belize, three weeks in Australia, for example. This summer, we’re spending 5-6 weeks in Portlandia. Given my interest in language, living aboard for a year would be a spectacular way to learn the local language life in a new culture.

Of course, sometimes you don’t come home… We almost decided to stay in Australia after a three weeks in and around Melbourne. I was even offered a job there. A good friend has now been in London for about 6-7 years. Another friend spent two years in Sweden. Our babysitter/house sitter just left for Australia and New Zealand for five months, and my bet is that she ends up staying for longer. Why not?

While there’s lots of America to see and experience, living abroad for a year or so would be relatively easy for us as a family. I run a coaching business with clients all over the world already, and Benjamin is young enough that finding private tutors or having him attend a local school would be an easy step. For the right opportunity, Lena could do her research work from most places.

First three steps:

  1. Google “Living Aboard” and see what I find.
  2. Look at a map of the world to see what looks to be most appealing.
  3. Make a list of the top three places so that I can devote 30 minutes to each for research that particular location as a viable place to live aboard.

8 – Earn a PhD in Psychology. I first became interested in this field when I first started as a sales rep at Prentice Hall, selling textbooks and educational materials at 22-years-old. This began with Tony Robbins’s Personal Power, then a slew of sales books by people like Brian Tracy and Zig Ziglar. The more I learned about sales, the more interested I became in psychology. At one point, I was reading William James every morning.

As a professional salesperson, I’m most interested in organizational psychology and managerial economics – how organizations make decisions. I’ve read quite a bit on this front, even compiling a table of contents for a book in this area. Later, adding my training in the field of economics and learning more about the behavioral aspects of people, groups and decisions, this field is probably the one place where I feel I would be a successful PhD and researcher.  Of course, watching my wife go through the PhD process makes this almost wholly unappealing…

First three steps:

  1. Research PhD programs at UC-Davis. I’ve done this before. I just need to refresh myself.
  2. Fill out an information form or see if there is an open house or event of some kind on campus.
  3. Walk over to campus during the day, find the department and ask the administrative assistant for help with information and talking with a professor or two there.

9 – Run for Public Office. Back in college, I made a couple of trips to Washington DC for political-action workshops and even landed a post-graduation internship for the summer after graduation. It was unpaid and after talking with my parents, I decided to get a job instead. I’m glad I didn’t caught up in “Beltway fever” but I’ve always found elections and politics interesting over the past few years.

National elections have become less interesting, recent events notwithstanding, while local politics have become more interesting though. In my work space, there’s an commercial real estate guy that’s active in local Davis politics. There are a number of initiatives and ballots every election. I have a friend that attempted to get himself on a local congressional district ballot as a Libertarian candidate. I think there’s something that’s still impactful about local politics that otherwise would be lost in the day-to-day bickering and attenuation of holding a larger office.

The question is whether or not I’d want to pursue the effort – handing out flyers, standing around at the Farmer’s Market and knocking on doors. Do I have an initiative or office where I feel strongly enough about making a change that I’m willing to devote my time and money to such an endeavor? Not right now, but maybe later.

First three steps:

  1. Go to the City of Davis website to look for election and ballot information.
  2. Find out about the elected positions that will have open elections in 2017.
  3. Make a list of specific topics that I care most about. This is just a way to match my interest areas with the elected offices responsible or that impact that particular area.

10 – Martial Arts. This has been an interest area for some time, going back to my post-Ironman days going into 2014. I’ve listened to podcast interviews with people like Josh Waitzkin. I practice meditation most mornings and late last year I visited a local Aikido Dojo to watch a class. It’s an interesting form of martial arts with it’s quiet flow, though I don’t have the commitment to attend classes 2-3 nights per week as is required for most martial arts.

Brazilian Ju-Jitsu is also interesting because I’ve heard it described as “problem-solving” – you’re stuck in a hold and need to figure your way out of it. I have a client that’s a beginner in this art, and she absolutely loves it even though she said it “kicks her ass.”  I like that aspect of this particular martial art form, though I’ve yet to check out a live class.

While this is definitely a “later” thing, it’s something I think about from time to time. I like the rigor and discipline, as well as the confidence I believe it would breed in myself to know that I could handle myself in most situations I might encounter. Maybe it’s part of my machismo to want to be able to defend myself or my family in a raw situation, though how practical is it really in most situations, like having a gun pointed at you? Not that I’m planning to put myself in any situations like this, but the chance exists. Okay, digressing…

First three steps:

  1. Visit the local Brazilian Ju-Jitsu website to look at the class schedule.
  2. Pick a day to go to the dojo to observe a class.
  3. Go and observe.

So what’s your list? What are your first three steps?  

Let me know and I’ll help if I can.

Begin Again #GoFarther

Before my first Ironman, a friend told me:

Whatever happens, run your perfect race. (Thanks, Cary!)

Maybe it’s raining or it’s hot or cold or windy. Maybe you cramp up. Maybe your nutrition isn’t settling well in your stomach. Maybe your back aches or your legs are tired. Maybe you’re bonking. Maybe you just don’t want to go another mile.

You can’t control what happens out there, and whatever the conditions, whatever happens, however you might feel, you can always begin again.

In the week after Uberman, I ate peanut M&Ms every day because, well, why not? My foot was swollen. My shoulders ached. I still had cuts on my feet. The thought of training again was dreadful.

Then I decided to begin again. I did what I could – pushups from my knees because my arms couldn’t support my body weight, a few kettle bell swings and sit-ups. Soon my breath got heavy and my forehead beaded with sweat. I remembered the process. I remembered how this made me feel. I remembered why I chose to begin again.

Do the first ten minutes – meditation, writing, exercise or that project at work. Let your mind rest. Let your fingers flow. Let your feet walk. Let your body move. Let your voice speak. Draft the email. Make the first phone call. Write the first word. Start again at 2:37 in the afternoon, or 9:42 at night, or 3:14 in the morning when you can’t get back to sleep. Begin again right now.

Leave the room. Take a cold shower. Walk in the rain. Write a letter to tell her you’re sorry even if it’s not your fault. Ask how you can begin again together, because you already have.

Even if it is your fault – you did something stupid, you said something hurtful – you can’t unmake your mistake, but you can begin again with earnestness, humility and patience. Be grateful for the opportunity to start and learn the lesson for the next time you want to stop.

There will be no parades or roaring crowds, no applause or congratulations. No one is keeping score. The people that do won’t want you to win anyway.

Just begin again and be glad that you have, because once you start, you’re not at the beginning anymore.

I haven’t written since Friday. I got a late start Monday morning. Tuesdays can be tough because of a 7am standing call with clients. It’s now Wednesday morning and I find myself struggling to find my groove, so I’ll hit publish now so that I can begin again.

Another day of rain: Ground Control to Major Tom

Three and a half seconds from walking out the door – “I’m not wearing these socks. They’re too small!” Dude, WTF.

Rain boots and puddlesIt’s another day of rain. I yanked my hamstring on Wednesday and now I can’t run. My calves are sore. My shoulders are stiff. The power went out. The dishes aren’t done. We’re out of clean towels. I need a haircut. The music in the coffee shop is too loud.

The email to a new client went unanswered, even though I know he opened it. I track these things. I have seven unfinished projects at work and I can’t get that video I’m recording to come out just right.

But… I have my new rubber boots and a raincoat. I needed the rest anyway. I’ll exercise this afternoon in my garage. The dishes and towels will eventually get done. They always do.

I just heard The Beatles, The Doors and David Bowie (“Ground Control to Major Tom..”). “Piano Man” is playing right now. The music doesn’t seem so loud now.

I’ll finish those projects today, and what doesn’t get done didn’t need finishing right now anyway. The client will get back to me. There are more coming anyway.

Right now, a 16-year-old girl is waiting on her lab test results. An alcoholic is cracking open his third Budweiser, while his wife makes eggs and packs the kids’ lunch, hoping she’s not late for work this morning. Man, she’s tired after working the late shift at her night job, but it’s the only way to make the rent.

The homeless guy downtown is wet and soaked, cold and hungry. He wishes he had rent to make.

Everyone moment can’t be wonderful, and they aren’t. I’m supposed to be present, and that’s hard. Really, really hard. Maybe that’s why the present is so important. In the moments that suck, we need to accept that the suckiness could be much worse.

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when
But we’ll get together then
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

All in one sip of coffee this morning

A storm blew out the power in our neighborhood last night and blew up my evening routine that includes grinding coffee beans and prepping my Bialetti coffee pot for the next day. The power came on sometime during the night, but the damage was done and I was regulated to a Starbucks Via packet this morning.

coffee from top and above view on wood background with empty space in vintage

The water boiled, I poured in the packet and took a sip. That sip brought me back to 2014 in Dallas, TX.

It was then I was working at Blend Labs, spending week after week in Dallas (Lewisville actually…) configuring software and running the implementation for our first lending client. Over one stretch, I traveled to Lewisville eight out of nine weeks – on the Monday 5:30am American flight from SMF to DFW and back home again on a Wednesday or Thursday night flight, and occasionally on Friday.

I squeezed in 30-minute workouts in the shoebox hotel gym with its three treadmills and rack of dumbbells, doing rehab exercises from knee surgery, followed by late nights logging bugs and testing configuration changes as the engineers back in San Francisco pushed code every hour. I couldn’t even go for a run because of my knee.

At some point close to midnight, I’d call it a day and wake up again at 5 or 6am to start the next day – chewing through Silly Putty hard-boiled eggs and cardboard bacon, and scrounging for an apple, a banana or anything resembling fresh fruit.

And of course, the hotel coffee. Oh yes… That’s where the Starbucks Via came in. I’d buy a 12-pack of those and travel with them, at least 3-4 in my bag at all times. Every morning, I’d add a packet to a cup of the hotel “coffee” so it might remotely resemble real coffee. Then out of the lobby, trying to remember what color my rental car was this trip and heading back to the client site for ten hours in a brown cubicle and fluorescent lights.

Meanwhile during my Lewisville time warp, Lena was back home, waking up every morning to take Benjamin to day care, work on her dissertation, pick him up, make dinner and get him to bed so that she could get in a few hours before he woke up for his night feeding, then to start it all over again the next morning.

Even during weeks I wasn’t on the road, I commuted to San Francisco three days a week, catching the 4:45am Amtrak and arriving home on the 7:07pm. On Friday nights, we’d meet out for dinner, pretending to catch up on time lost that week.

I remember the first time my son was sick, really sick. I saw a series of texts and missed calls from Lena just as I was walking into a BW3 Wild Wings to meet my team for dinner. A croupy cough and breathing troubles led to a trip to the ER. After a call to American, I was stuck in Dallas – no more flights home that night. So there I was, in Lewisville, Texas, eating a bad salad and bland chicken wings, feeling helpless.

By Christmas 2014, I decided that was enough – the travel, the late nights staring at my computer screen, missing time at home. I needed to make a change. By May 2015, I began working with Byron Davis as a business coach. He helped me structure my thinking around the business and life I wanted to have.

By August, I joined a mastermind group called BlackBelt and I put in my notice to Blend that it was time for me to spend more time at home.

Lena finished her PhD at the end of September and my first day as a full-time business operator was October 1, 2015. I always joked with her that I would retire as soon as she finished, and I did. I retired from working for other people. I retired from absence.

Now, I’m home most mornings to make breakfast and take my son to school. I do the dishes at night and go to bed by 9pm. I’m a regular at the local coffee shop. I make time to train during the day and I’ve knocked out a 50-mile ultra marathon, a swim across Lake Tahoe and Uberman in the past 15 months. I write every morning. I have awesome clients.

I have problems and challenges just like everyone, but they’re my problems in my company. Mornings are almost always a battle – getting Benjamin to eat, dress, and agree to part ways for the day at school drop-off. But, I’m here. Every day. I’m present.

This is my path of happiness. This is my life of freedom.

All in one sip of coffee this morning.

I’m sure glad for that storm last night.

Take Action: Do something, anything. Please, just start. #gofarther

I laid in bed this morning, vacillating between conscious states for nearly 40 minutes before I pulled myself out from under the warm blankets. I was nearly ten minutes into my Morning Pages when I realized I turned on the wrong burner to make coffee. I told myself I was tired and that I deserved more sleep.

Then I reminded myself why I get up this early – to do my thing, to get going, to start. I made a commitment to myself to write every morning. This day mustn’t be different.  I had no idea what I’d write about, I just knew I needed to start.

For a Commitment to be real, you need both Decision and Action. A Decision without Action is just a wish. Lots of people have wishes. Action without Decision, and pretty quickly you’re left without a reason. You can only push yourself so long before you lose motivation. Decision is the “what” and the “why.” Action is the “how” and “now.”

Commitment is why I registered for my first 100-mile ultra. I’ve been training every week since Uberman, putting in miles and workouts but without a clear reason or race to keep going. No Commitment made it easier to eat pizza instead of salad on Friday nights. No Commitment made it easy to go a little lighter or skip stretching at night.

But the thing is, taking Action all the while – training even without a Commitment – got me to a point of Decision. Action precipitated the Decision. That’s why I say – do something, anything. Just start. Action got me to ask myself why I was doing this. And once committed, my actions improved even more – 15-milers instead of 9-milers and track repeats instead of easy five-milers.

I still have to play mind games to get going and to keep going.  It’s on the toughest days and times that Action is the most important – days when you feel what Steven Pressfield calls “The Resistance.”  The toughest days show you how your body and mind respond. Action is simply putting your mind and body in motion – it’s putting yourself to work for your Self. Even if you have to back off what you planned, it’s that you took Action that matters. Just start.

Write the first sentence. Do ten pushups. Walk the first mile. Pick up the phone. Make the first call.

Do something, anything, instead of nothing and later regretting that you never took a single step. Just get moving and life will show from there. Your mind will see the opportunity you’re presenting to yourself and construct a story for that day, that project or that workout. Even if you don’t have it that day, at least you started and kept to your commitment.

Yesterday, I didn’t have it. After four rounds of the “easy” workout I planned, I was lying on my back, breathless on the floor, staring at the garage ceiling wondering what was wrong with me. I wasn’t even sweating and I was completely spent. I’ve done ten rounds of this workout in the past. I laid there for a while, got up, did one more round and called it a day – half of what I planned. It was better than nothing and that one last round gave me some measure of gratification that I pushed past where I thought I was done.

The plan isn’t really that important anyway. A friend recently shared a Churchill quote with me – “Plans are of little importance, but planning is essential.” Steve Blank famously said “No plan survives first contact with the customer.

I have lots of plans, lots of ideas. Most of them are probably lousy anyway which is why I throw them away. The plan is just a decision. From there, it’s the Action that matters.

Do something, anything. Please, just start.

Go Farther.

Mind Games & Project Management to Endurance Training

I wrote about working in sprints earlier this week. I think the same goes with workouts in whatever training you’re pursuing. Whether you’re training for a 10k, half-marathon or 100-mile ultra, it’s all the same:

  • The Race = The “Project”
  • Weekly workout plan = “Weekly Workout Sprints” comprised of daily workouts.
  • Daily workouts = “Daily Sprint Sessions” or “Tasks.”

Each week, or my “Weekly Workout Sprints,” is different – they take on a personality and theme of its own.

Last week’s theme was “Do Miles.” I didn’t do any lifting or Cross-Fit except on Sunday morning. The rest of the week was focused on running and returning to an evening mobility routine. I did four runs of 9, 6, 5 and 13 miles to get myself above 30 miles in a week. I hadn’t done that many miles in a week in a while and the miles were mostly longer, slower miles.

The 9-mile run on Tuesday was very slow – running 9:00 (or slower miles). My 13-miler was with GVH so I ran 8:00/miles the whole way without intervals or pickups.

Only my 5-mile run on Friday when I went to the track was “hard” running where I did a ladder workout, going hard over increasing distances – 1/4 mile, 1/2 mile, 3/4 mile, 1 mile, then back down the ladder to 1/4 mile with easy 1/4 mile segments between each hard segment.

This week’s theme is “Strength & Conditioning + Harder Miles” – more difficult, faster running and more strength and conditioning (SC). I’ve got three (3) SC sessions with fewer, but harder, miles in the week.

Strength & Conditioning:

  • Sunday: Hanging shoulder presses, followed by a CF workout of 4 x (5 pull-ups, 25 kettle bell swings & 15 goblet squats), then 2 x (5 pull-ups, 50 sit-ups)
  • Tuesday: Deadlifts with 5 pull-ups between sets, followed by a CF workout: 4 sets of Russian twists and Burpee Boxjumps. (I was toasted after this one…)
  • Friday (planned): Hanging shoulder presses, then CF with kettle bell swings and a 10-minute hard run.

Running:

  • Monday & Tuesday: off-days to recover from Saturday’s long run and Sunday’s strength & conditioning work.
  • Wednesday: 7-mile run consisting of a 2-mile warm-up then 8 x (1/4 mile hard, 1/4 recovery) for the next four miles, then a 1-mile cool down.
  • Thursday: Track workout – 3 x 1-mile time trial (TT) runs with a 1/4 mile recovery in between, for a grand total of 4 miles. Eventually, I get that up to 5-7 mile TT runs, but for now, three miles was all I needed.
  • Friday (planned): Time permitting after the SC workout, I’ll add a few easy miles to experience running after a hard SC workout.
  • Saturday (planned): 13 miles with intervals scattered throughout. This is a group run with GVH so I’ll need to figure out who to do the intervals while sticking with the group.

Having a theme each week helps me justify whatever pain I might feel along the way with each workout. Each workout is just a “task” or “daily sprint session” in my “weekly project sprint,” and each workout, set or interval is just a “job” within the “task” or “daily sprint session.” When I’m doing 8 x (1/4 mile hard, 1/4 recovery), it’s hard and it’s painful, especially the early intervals when I’m still getting my body revved up. Keeping a mindset that each interval gets me closer to finishing the day’s workout helps me bear the discomfort of that particular rep or interval. In other words, mind games…

Using the 8 x (1/4 mile hard, 1/4 recovery) workout as an example, I’ll think to myself:

  • Rep #1: Okay, let’s just do the first one to get started. Once I get started, then I’m on the way.
  • Reps #2-3: We’re on our way. Get to the midway point of the workout, then I’m on the downside.
  • Rep #4: Woohoo! Halfway done!
  • Rep #5-6: On the downside, just a couple more after these.
  • Rep #7: Only one more after this one
  • Rep #8: Last one, then we can jog it home.

Same goes with Cross-Fit workouts where I’m doing 4-10 sets in a workout. I break down the thinking into individual goals I’m hitting along the way. For me, reaching the midway point is the tipping point for most workouts – once I’m halfway, I know I’ve got whatever workout I’m doing licked.

Finally, I apply the same breakdown strategy within sets. If I’m doing sets of 25, I think:

  • Reps 1-5: Getting started
  • Reps 6-10: Now I’m in this
  • Reps 11-15: Get to 15 and then I have 10 left, and I can do 10 of anything
  • Reps 16-20: Only 5 more after these
  • Reps 21-25: Last five
  • …then I’ll add 1-2 more reps as buffer for any bad reps in the set: I can do a couple more. The 1% rule…

For me, this process generates confidence at the end of long training cycle leading up to a race when, despite following whatever training program, however rigorous, when I’m feeling like I could have done more. If I’ve put in the time along the way and completed my “daily workout tasks” and “weekly workout sprints” then the completion of those tasks should yield a successful “Project”for me – a solid race with the opportunity to hit whatever time or completion goals I’ve set.

Looking back, I’ve almost always hit my time and races goals. Using my Ironman races as examples:

  • Ironman #1 Goal (2010): sub-13:00 attained [Race report here.]
  • Ironman #2 Goal (2011): sub-12:00 attained [Race report here.]
  • Ironman #3 Goal (2013): sub-11:00 missed… came in at ~11:15 in gnarly windy conditions on the bike. [sadly, no race report yet…]
  • Completed my first ultra marathon (2015) [Race report here.]

(Wait a minute… Maybe I should set more difficult race goals…? Oh no! Confidence crisis!)

If you’re struggling to keep motivated in a given day or week, try the mindset that each week and each workout is just another task or sprint along the way to a winning project.

Put Your Self First #gofarther

I failed this morning. I knew last night what I was going to write about. I devoted part of my Morning Pages to it just so I’d be primed and ready to go. Yet, before I cracked open my laptop, I put others first instead of my Self.

I peeked at my email only to find out that a new client scheduled to start today backed out and another prospect decided to work with a pro-bono consultant instead of paying me.

The thing is, from a business standpoint, I don’t even care about the losing these guys. My business is strong and clients like this can end up being difficult anyway. Trust me, I want to help them and know that I can, and I know they’re in for a tough road ahead without me. But, why the hell did I do that to my Self?

The morning is MY time – for Morning Pages, for meditation, for writing – and I put other people, people literally on the other side of the world, first instead my Self.

Dammit, Scott. Put your Self first.

Protect your Self because no one else will. They’ll take, punch, kick, push and slam your Self. They don’t even know they’re doing it (usually). They’re just out for themselves, unaware of their own Self.

Just because someone asks and just because you can, it doesn’t mean that you should.

“But they’re really expecting me to do this…”

God I hate that. Unless it’s a “HELL YEAH!,” it has to be a “no.” Friends included. Especially friends. If they’re really your friends, they’ll understand. Don’t worry. They’ll figure it out without you…

Be the CEO of your Self – make unpopular decisions. Unfollow Negative Nancy. Heck, skip Facebook altogether for a day. No one will miss you. Seriously. I know I won’t. Go into airplane mode and be present. The world will still be here when you come back.  I’d rather you read the last chapter of that novel than read one of my posts.

We’ve all had friends struggling with anxiety or stress or sadness. How many times is that anxiety, stress and sadness caused by someone else – someone they’ve let bully their Self? We tell our friend to say no. We say – “tell them to fuck off!” We advise them – “you should totally go to that yoga class!”

Then how many times do we ignore this advice for our own Self?

Saunter. Doodle. Sing.

Buy some persimmons, or blueberries, or beets, or bacon, or a burrito.

Talk a walk. Exercise. Breathe.

Make time. Sleep.

If you don’t put your Self first, you can’t be your best Self, and guess what? The world needs your best Self.

At breakfast this morning, my son, eating eggs with ketchup, wearing his blue Elsa dress, watching our science project concoction of baking soda and vinegar bubble in a bowl, asked questions that four-year-olds ask – “Why does Mowgli wear a grass skirt in Jungle Book?” and “Why do the good guys want to beat the bad guys in Star Wars?”

I gave him satisfactory answers, but those emails were festering – “Do those guys really think they can get the same help for free? What is wrong with them? What is wrong with me?” He didn’t get my best Self.

I’m nervous about hitting ‘publish’ right now. I’m worried about what others will think… how they will react… what they will say…

But this is my blog. This is my writing. This is my time. This is my Self.

And I choose to put my Self first.