Monthly Archives: August 2015

You Can’t Always Trust The Map

fish lake

Fish Lake

I have done several hikes in the Uintahs, One year we decided to hike into Fish Lake. There are several Fish Lakes in the Uintahs. Ironically this lake had no fish to catch. We decided to go cross country to some lakes and found some hot fishing. We also hiked across some more country with out an established trail just using the GPS. What was nice about the GPS was using the track back feature. I knew exactly what the path would be like going back. The map showed a trail but I could tell that the trail would descend some before climbing back up. It would not be easy, I could tell. Someone in the group was rather insistent we take the trail back. I was reluctant because we knew what the terrain was like the way we came and I was not excited about losing elevation before we had to climb back up to our camp. We decided however to take the trail back. Little did we know what a challenge taking the trail would be. We soon ran into a river crossing without a bridge which we weren’t comfortable about crossing. We did a little scrambling cross country to avoid having to cross, but we had to face the music eventually and cross the river. I had my 10 year old son with me and was concerned about his safety, but through careful crossing, we all got across safely. When we had to climb a steep trail back to camp, someone started grumbling about the climb and I had to ask him to quit complaining because it might affect my son who was being a good sport about the whole thing. We made it back to camp as it was growing dark. I was glad to be back after the struggle of following the trail back.
I learned a lot that day. We had trusted ourselves to go cross country and had plotted the path using a gps. We could have saved ourselves a lot of grief by going back the way we came. The map told us that the way back would be hard if we took the trail and it was harder than we even thought it would be. We should have trusted our instincts and gone back the way we came. We had blazed a new trail and we should have trusted the way back. The river that almost thwarted our way back was easily crossable upstream. Sometimes we need to have more trust in ourselves and what we have learned along the way. The “safe” trail is not always the best way to get from here to there. We have a lot of experience that got us where we are. We need to put more trust in ourselves.

Don’t Be Afraid To Fail

I read a m blog about failing being ok. It got me to thinking when I technically had failed but still learned a lot and was pleased with the result. I thought immediately about the Ogden Marathon that I competed in. It was my one and only marathon. I worked hard to compete in this marathon. It had a cutoff time in the middle of the race. You needed to cross the dam under a certain time or they would pull you off the course. I remember being approached before the dam I I read a fitbit blog about failing being ok. It got me to thinking when I technically had failed but still learned a lot and was pleased with the result. I thought immediately about the Ogden Marathon that I competed in. It was my one and only marathon. I worked hard to compete in this marathon. It had a cutoff time in the middle of the race. You needed to cross the dam under a certain time or they would pull you off the course. I remember being approached before the dam being told that if I didn’t cross the dam in 5 minutes that I would be pulled.
It was hard to coax my body to hurry up. I was already tired.
I remember running across the dam and the same guy approached me. At first I thought it was bad news, but he smiled and said, “You made it!” Tears came to my eyes as I turned down Ogden Canyon to finish up the marathon. I still had a long ways to go.
wpid-IMG_1116.jpgToo tired to even smile.
I was on mile 17 which means I still had 9 miles to go. Towards the bottom of the canyon, a guy came driving up to me offering me a ride to the finish. A little rage welled up as I declined his offer. I felt like if I had run that far I wasn’t ready to give up. At the bike path at the bottom, I was joined by a member of of Ogden Police force who was on a bike. He rode along side me all the way to the end talking and encouraging me along. As I ran down Harrison Boulevard to the finish line, I was joined by the rest of the bike crew as they formed a semi-circle around me and behind them was a line of police cars.
No one was treated better that day than the last place runner. As I crossed the finish line, many volunteers were still around and made a human bridge for me to run under.

wpid-IMG_1119.jpgMaking a bridge for the last place finisher!

My brother, sister-in-law and cousin were all on hand to greet me. I was tearing up as I realized that I had finished something really hard for me. Last place, yes, but I finished. There were many others who didn’t make the cutoff or had to pull out of the race for what ever reason.

I never considered myself the fastest runner on any of the courses that I ran, but I did have a good experience at one race. One year I ran West Jordan 5k. It is an early season 5k. Not many registered so I came in third place in my age division.
It was a cold rainy race, but I stood on the podium that day. Probably not many in my age division, but I still finished in the top three. Another time I finished a 5k at Orem high under 30 minutes. That was a fast time for me and I had to work hard to come under that time. I had a sense of elation knowing I had run my best that day and reached my goal. I ran on the track that I had trained on so many times and it felt good to beat the 30 minute mark.
There was also the time I trained well for a half marathon and I felt strong after. Many friends and family were at this race and I was greeted at the end by my daughter and granddaughter. I wasn’t the fastest that day, but I was pleased with the result.
We can get all sort of satisfaction without coming in first because it comes down to being in competition with yourself. Being able to accomplish a race you have trained for can bring great satisfaction. Knowing that you are doing things that you have never done before is great and most of your friends don’t even attempt to do it. I also enjoyed becoming part of the running community in the Orem area and made many friends and was encouraged by many running neighbors who kept me honest and didn’t let me give up on my dreams. Don’t fret about failure. There is much to be learned on the journey and many opportunities ahead if you are not afraid to try.

Hang in there and I will too

Unexpected visit to the hospital!

Unexpected visit to the hospital!

Sometimes life throws us an unexpected curve. I was no exception early in the morning on Friday. I had just climbed into bed and was pulling my cpap mask on. All of a sudden I couldn’t breathe! I sat up in bed trying to figure our what was wrong. My wife woke up with a start asking me what was wrong. I grabbed my throat to give her the sign I wasn’t able to breathe. She got on the phone with 9–11 as I slumped to the floor betweeen the bed and the wall. She had to go outside to flag down the paramedics. In the meantime, I had crawled back up into bed and was rather blue. I don’t remember anything until I was riding to the hospital. The paramedic asked me if I knew where and who I was. I told him my name and guessed I was on my way to the hospital. The first thing I wanted him to do was to tell my wife I was ok. I hated the thought of her worried about me. The emergency personel from the ambulance to the ER crew were very attentive and helped turn me around. A little later as I was resting comfortably, I started repeating the letter ‘B’ to my wife. I heard her say “something’s wrong.” The ER staff started scurring around and I pointed to my mouth because I was biting hard on my toungue. They gave me some kind of medication and I was able to relax from the clenching.

Feeling Stupid and Helpless

I have a daughter who has had to deal with seziures for years now. I think I can better relate to how she must feel because I feel stupid and helpless. There was nothing I could do to prevent or lessen my seziures. They came on without much warning and there was nothing I could do to stop them. They have left me weak and dependeant on my good wife’s help. I don’t like being dependant.

Lesson learned

Be patient with those who have seziures. There is an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and hopelessness. You hope it never happens again and you don’t know what you can do to prevent it from happening again.

Hang in there and I will too!

You’ve Got to Tell Your Story

You’ve got to tell your story before it’s time to go – Neil Young

Neil Young

Neil Young

The church I belong to relies on it’s members to fill the organization needs. Everything from leadership to teaching is based on calling members to positions of responsibility and the member willing to do the calling on a volunteer basis. The reason I mention this is I was asked to fill in for one of the youth Sunday School classes. The lesson I taught was of the value of keeping a journal.
I have journaled in one form or another for years. In my early years of marriage, I kept a daily journal. It was a glorified weather report from what I remember. You know. “It was hot today’” But I do remember adding details of my life in abbreviated form.
A few years ago, I decided to start blogging to hold myself responsible on weight loss. I quit when I reached my goals. In the meantime, I started to get bad headaches, eventually got diagnosed with a subdural hematoma and immediately underwent 3 surgeries to correct the problem and try to solve post surgery complications. Not only did I have to learn to walk, talk, go to the bathroon and swallow again, I regained the 110 lbs I had lost. I have recovered most of the way, but I still suffer from sevier fatigue which has put me on long-term disability. I decided to start blogging again to help others who are struggling and also blog my recovery process. I have also learn a few tricks along the way and have a perspective on life which I feel is unique based on my experiences and observations.
The point I’m trying to make is to tell your story before it’s too late. Your descendants and others will benefit from you perspective. Your life and experiences will benefit others. Capture those ideas before you forget them.
Hang in there and I will too!

Grace and Obesity

I have subscribed to Nathan Hewitt’s blog and he recently bloged about John Burke I loved Nathan’s response and would like to weigh in (pun intended) myself.
Nathan Hewitt talks about preaching to overweight/obese people is not effective.john-burk-quote.
There is a picture of John grinning smugly at a selfie that he took of himself.


John Burk

John I Love Looking At Myself Burk

On one of his arms the word grace is tattooed. I wonder if he really understands what the word grace means. I use the term in phrases like. “There but for the grace of God, go I.” when I see someone who is struggling. (He kind of reminds me of Biff in Back to the Future)


define: 2 (in Christian belief) the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings. (Mac dictionary). John God has favored you with a great reward of your work ethic. But not everybody receives that same gifts from God. If you want to show others how you did it, that is great. But demeaning another person is irratating at the least and self-promoting and prideful at it’s worst.
Doesn’t John understand that he has been blessed? What would John do if he was at the top of his game and then had a devestating blow that prevented him from working out for several months? Give me a break John and everyone else who has not been as fortunate as you. You need to be patient and loving if you have the nerve to put grace on your arm.