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One morning, a little more than 35 years ago, Luis Rios set off from his apartment in Coney island and went for a run in Prospect Park.  It was in February so it must have been pretty cold that day and yet on his very first run he completed more than 6 miles.  All of us have eureka moments in our lives.  Try something for the very first time and think, ‘wow, this is the greatest.’  A few weeks or maybe even months go by and we get a little bored and tired of this once great thing and then move onto something else.  Luis is not like that.  When he started running 35 years ago he discovered something he really liked to do and then simply never stopped.

Since he retired he is no longer constrained by the limitations or nuisance of a regular work schedule.  Now every day he goes out his door and runs.  Alternating religiously between the Coney Island boardwalk or for the hilly loop in Prospect Park.   If you asked him, he could show you the proof of all this in the many many spiral bound notebooks he has carefully recorded each and every one of those now thousands of miles over more than 3 decades.  It wasn’t too long after he first began running that he got a taste for long distance competition.  Around 1980 he showed up at his first Sri Chinmoy Marathon team event, and just like his runs in Prospect Park and Coney Island he simply never stopped coming back.

On this very nice warm spring day in Flushing Meadow he is now into his 5th day of running here.  When he finishes the race on Saturday he will go home to his apartment in Brooklyn, have a bowl of soup and the very next morning he will be out the door again and off running to either Coney Island or Prospect park.  Running is what Luis does and there doesn’t seem to be any good reason to stop. When you run around 150 miles a week there isn’t much time for anything else any way.

Continue reading “April 25: Everything Is Possible”

When I arrive today at the Self Transcendence race Phil McCarthy is heading to his tent to take a break.  Handling him, and seeing to his needs this afternoon  is veteran runner Al Prawda.  Who besides keeping a close eye on Phil is also keeping a tight track of his watch.   Then in what appears to be as though no time has passed whatsoever Phil is almost instantly, and groggily back on his feet and once again moving out onto the course.  When I ask him how long it was he says, “15 minutes.”

“I was just laying down flat in the tent getting out of the wind, out of the sun.” He is clearly fatigued as he stiffly walks forward, gradually warming up aching tight muscles and brings his mind back from the warm comforting darkness that he allowed it to stray for just a precious sweet moment.

He is now a little more than half way through the longest race of his career.  In the first 3 days he ran a tremendous 264 miles and in the last 24 hours, which was brushed by wind and cold clear nights, with an anxious moon above him dangling brightly in the sky, he ran 67 miles.

He is focused, and he is determined, and he is teaching his body or perhaps adapting himself to something very new in his life.  He may not have it exactly right just yet but gradually the road is instructing him with what it wants and all the bits that make up Phil McCarthy are showing him just how much they are prepared to both willingly and grudgingly offer up over the final 3 days here.

He looks superbly determined and says, “I am in it for the full 6 days.  I figured a little break would give me more energy because I was feeling a little drained.  I had to shut everything down for 15 minutes.  Hopefully I will have a little bit more energy.  I may not be moving real fast just yet.  In the long run hopefully it will pay off.”

“In my American 48 hour record I never lay down for more than 5 or 10 minute at a time.  Part of it is getting off your feet.  Giving your feet a break, your hips, and the whole skeletal function.  Part of it is physical and part of it is mental.  Your brain shuts down and your heart rests for a little bit, and your organs rest.”

“It is uncharted territory, and I am only half way through.  I have had advice from everybody and they just say keep moving.  But I also know the value of a good short break. ”

He seems to have lots of different folks coming out to the race to help him.  “I think I am gaining a reputation of having a huge entourage.  I think by the time this is over I will have had 14 people helping me at some point.”  Al who is with him now but will be soon heading back to Brooklyn.  “Al is a veteran,” he says, “he knows the deal.  So it is real good to have him there. ”

“I have had some people who surprised me at how good they were at crewing.  Because it is not easy.  You have to anticipate what the runner wants.”

At the half way point he says that his mileage is not what he had hoped for, “but that is okay.”

“So many people have been coming out to help me and giving me a lot of encouragement.  That is a big number too, and that far exceeded my expectation.  Not to mention the staff, the directors, and the other runners and everybody here.   It is really great to see that.”

Phil McCarthy

Continue reading “April 24: Following Starlit Footsteps.”

In October last year an Austrian sky diver, Felix Baumgartner set a new record for plunging from the very edges of outer space.  Sponsored by a sport drink company the 44 year adventurer jumped from a helium balloon nearly 128,000 feet above the earth.   It was an incredible achievement and thrilled people around the world who saw it take place in real time through both television and the internet.  In his 10 minute fall to earth Baumgartner reached super sonic speeds and eventually landed near Roswell New Mexico.  Asked what it was like to go supersonic, he said, “It’s hard to describe, because I didn’t feel it. You know, when you’re in that pressure suit, you don’t feel anything. It’s like being in a cast.”

Ken Ward is a 55 year old runner from Oregon.  He describes himself as scientific by nature and works somewhere in the world of Chemistry out where he lives in Corvallis.  He is an immensely experienced trail and distance runner but has come to New York this spring to challenge himself with something he has never done before and that is to run for 6 days.  Well into his 3rd day he is running very well and over the first 2 days he has racked up 152 miles.  Not only that he is also in 3rd place and seems to be smiling nearly all the time.

He tells me,  “this is a great race for looking more at my inner side than my outer side.  Most of my other races I have looked at very technically.  Plans, spreadsheets, and this kind of stuff.  But you throw that out the window after the first day here.”

There are probably more than a few running here on this cool windy course pushed up against the Grand Central highway who would like nothing better than to also take a dive from space.  To have a momentary nail biting adrenalin rush.

But all the runners here have obviously chosen quite a different path of adventure.  One that they have to personally train long and hard for in order to even cope with the stress and strain of running so far, and for so many days.

A few are well known in the ultra community but most are not and neither are they interested in any notoriety.  The Self Transcendence race here for the most part is well beyond the scrutiny of the public and media because very few really care what happens to them here, other than their immediate friends, family, and the small group who are interested in multi day running.

But by running all day every day they are each forced to venture into the deepest recesses of themselves.  Confront more pain and fatigue than many have ever encountered in their lives before,and at the end of it all they ironically find themselves at the exact same spot their race began, 10 or 6 days earlier.  What they look like and how they ultimately feel at the end of their journeys no one can predict.  Ken tells me that he really didn’t know what was going to happen here during the race.  “I am expecting to be surprised.”

Continue reading “April 23: My Main Goal”

It is Monday afternoon and the one mile loop of the Self Transcendence races is alive with movement.  Some like Alex Swenson are running with such strength and poise that I have to remind myself that he has been here now for more than 24 hours and has already completed 116 miles in that time.

There is an economy and beauty to his stride.  His steps so lightly touch the ground that they are almost silent.  Imagine watching a ballet dancer leap across the stage with what looks like no effort at all.  Their face serene and tranquil.  Always moving precisely to the rhythm and music of an orchestra.

The ballet, or race that is, has just begun of course and there will be many more scenes yet to come for all who run here.  Each with their own unique steps and movement.  A fortunate few who will have moments, or hopefully many miles, when they appear to have the boundless energy and beautiful motion of Alex.  Running with the poise and grace of dancers, while many others have resorted to awkward shuffling.   Progressing sometimes with such labored agony, you  cannot understand how they even stay erect little alone continue to shamble on.

Each runner listens and moves to a tempo and sound that is unique only to them.   Everyone will no doubt wish that they had practiced and trained more.  Done just a little bit more so that they could move and flow like poetry in action.  Alex moves this afternoon like that, while the only real noise and disturbance I hear is that of my own labored breath as I gasp trying to keep pace with him.

Alex was last here doing his first 6 day race in 2010 and says that he has wanted to return ever since.  “Stuff happens.  Injuries mostly, and just life stuff.” He put in a tremendous performance at that time but things didn’t turn out ultimately as well as he hoped.  He came then he says with a preexisting injury and then the weather was awful, which led to a bad case of blisters going into his final day.  “They killed me.” He finished the race though with 396 miles.

For this race he says he just wants to race more consistently.  “So far it has worked.  Yesterday my goal was 100 and I ran 100, and I am on track.   What I want to do today and that is 80.  So one day at a time.  If you can do that one day at a time than the numbers will add up eventually.”

He describes the conditions for him here now as ideal.  “Just perfect.  50’s temperature, cloudy, sunny, not too cold.  My biggest fear is that you get the freaky 80 degree week.  I am liking this weather, a little windy but I am not complaining.”

“I love the race.  It is a wonderful event.  I have wanted to come back.  I have actually worked my running year around it.  So I am really pleased to be able to come back.”

Alex Swenson

Continue reading “April 22: Dance of Life”

The 44 runners of the Self Transcendence 6 day race started their epic journeys today.  Blessed by a bright blue infinite sky above them, the group set off precisely at noon towards their own individual destinations, dreams, and transcendent goals.   Somewhere ahead of them is a finish line of course, but between here and there lies before them countless personal experiences.  Events and moments, pleasures and pains, that will shape, change, and transform each one of them.  Nothing remains untouched.  For nothing can be held back and remain immune to the daunting task of running for 6 days.  What calls out to each of them and draws their bodies, minds, hearts, and spirits onward can now no longer be resisted or ignored.

Sound of the start:   start

For most multi day runners a 6 day race is a vast and vague blank sheet that with each step forward they gradually engrave their personal experiences, add up victories both great and small, and acknowledge disappointment, pain, fatigue and  failure as things that must be dealt with as they continue relentlessly onward.  Some may compete one with another but for most here the real competition and life long adversary are the faceless doubts and nagging imperfections that cling to our fragile mortality.

In the papers today a new picture was posted of a nebula that exists some 1500 light years away from us.  It is a place where new stars are now forming on the distant edges of what man’s most advanced technology can see.

Scientists can picture these marvels but most likely mankind will never venture to these places, that lie out beyond the vastness of space.  But our imaginations and our hearts can push us outwards into the infinite.  Our dreams and prayers can form deep within us and rise up into the heavens.  And 6 days from now these 44 runners will still be running here in Flushing Meadow,  until that moment of course when the clock simply runs out of time.   They each will cross a finish line one last time, and they, as well as the 10 day runners, will have completed the self transcendence race for 2013.

They will be able to accurately measure their miles.  They can also mark and note all the things done right and push aside all the things that perhaps went wrong.  But then they will return to the regular world from which they have made this brief escape from.   Life will go on, and then they, and you, and I, will all simply continue on our paths leading always towards our own perfection.

Sri Chinmoy, The Wings Of Light, Part 3, Agni Press, 1974

Continue reading “April 21: Towards Our Own Perfection”

There are some places in this world of ours in which just the very sound of their names creates mysterious and wonderful images in our imagination.  Most often they are far far away and are simply so exotic and so remote that you can’t ever really imagine actually going there.  I spoke with Pati Ibinova today who is a 48 year old runner from Irkustk.  A place to me, who has lived his entire life in Canada, as just about as far from Flushing Meadow park as it is physically possible to be.  Which according to the internet is more than 5,000 miles away.

Pati doesn’t speak English so with the help of a friendly translator we conducted a little conversation on a warm bright afternoon.  “I get lots and lots of joy here, ” she says when asked why she has come so far to be here.  It has been 4 years since Pati was last here at the race and when you look at a map it doesn’t take too much imagination to realize just how expensive and difficult it must be for a person to get here from there.   Who knows just many flights and how many hours of travel and how many months and years she probably saved up just to come and run.

Right now Pati is doing pretty well amongst the other 10 day women.  She is currently in 5th and completed 130 miles over her first 2 days.  The first thing she says about Irkustk is that it is cold.  It turns out that from the beginning of November until the end of March it rarely gets above freezing.  So it really defies the imagination as well to picture just how difficult it must have been for Pati to go out the door each morning and train and prepare herself to come here and run for 10 straight days. It is only some hours later that it truly sinks in,  just how incredibly dedicated  Pati, and a lot of others here are,  in coming to the race, from so many far off places.

When asked why she came back after 4 years, “happiness is the key word.  The miles are not so important.  It is the happiness inside that keeps me going.  Everybody has their own happiness but it just comes forward more intensely here.”  Pati as we are speaking is bubbling with enthusiasm and joy.  Before she is about to leave and run some more she tells me she wants to share a secret.  She tells me she is dedicating her run here to her little country.

Pati Ibinova

The Self Transcendence race here is extraordinary in so many ways.  Top class athletes mixed in amongst those who are perhaps here for the first time and will finish hundreds of miles behind.  Some who will improve dramatically over their previous efforts and some will kill themselves just to make one more mile than they have done before. Yet what binds all the runners here in both obvious and subtle ways is how their heart’s goal is so much the same.  To pursue their own perfection. To transcend themselves and find out just how beautiful and powerful they truly are within themselves.  And yes as well to be truly happy.  A happiness that is worth traveling the length and breadth of our great and wonderful world to try and attain more of.

Continue reading “April 20: Happiness Is The Key Word”

Ron Clarke was one of Australia’s greatest runners.  At the height of his middle distance running career in the 1960’s he was able to establish 17 world records.  He was certainly loved and respected not just in Australia but around the world.  In what  has to be one of the oddest circumstances of his lengthy competitive life he never won an Olympic medal though he was once given one by another great Olympian, Emile Zatopec in honor of all he had accomplished in the world of distance running.

Click below to see him setting a world record in 3 mile race in 1965:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8rC2Xeiz5k 

Sri Chinmoy  was asked this question in 1974.

Fairly early one day last summer or maybe it was the year before, a satellite passing over New York took this picture of Flushing Meadow Park.  Endlessly circling at an altitude of  a little more than 400 miles it’s very precise camera probably took many thousands of pictures that day.  Ever vigilant as it observed our world below from its remote vantage point way up somewhere within the cold silent vacuum of outer space.

No doubt some bored technician was gathering up this endless stream of images or perhaps the data just dropped silently onto some vast digital hard drive as it relentlessly circled our world.  Something it has continued to do on an average of about 15 revolutions day.

Now some day it just might happen that it will do this same scan,  just as the Self Transcendence 6 and 10 day race is going on.    Technicians might be startled to notice a stream of little figures trotting around the paths of the park and wonder just what are all those little plywood buildings doing there.

As a rule, it is pretty easy to be amazed at what technology is constantly able to improve upon.  Both make things happen better, faster, and cheaper.  And yet for those 38 runners who have now circled around these same paths for more than 24 hours, the marvels of technology is of no benefit to them whatsoever.  No doubt some may be listening at times to their personal music players or getting calls from friends and family in the nearly 15 countries from which they have traveled from.  At night when the lights go on and food is cooked and is tasty warm everyone is happy that some good old fashioned technology is making their lives just a little better. But no gadget or gizmo will take away the tiredness that is creeping into their legs or dull the not so subtle aches and pains that are for some becoming truly annoying new companions.

Today the weather did an abrupt about face and it seemed to be continually drizzly and cool.  There wasn’t much reason for anyone to play tourist and take in the sights as they circled the winding one mile loop again and again.  One can’t say for certain what experiences each of the runners is having at any time of the day but one thing is certain.  With each new lap and as the many hours tumble past, each who one runs here, find themselves drawn ever more deeply within themselves.  Into parts of their being that most of us are often quietly aware and yet most of us never seem to rarely find the time or inclination to explore there.  Even though this part of us has been constantly beckoning us.

It is within this unmeasurable inner journey that they also feel an  expansion of their subtle dimensions.  For it is after all a pilgrimage here.  To a place where the travelers journey, way beyond the very limited world that their eyes see and their feet can carry them.   A place of self transcendence in which the goal is to explore and gather new strength and purpose from the uncharted regions within themselves.

Continue reading “April 18: We Are In It Together”

Early this morning, Dr. Mitch Proffman rode his bike over towards Flushing Meadow from his apartment nearbye.  On most days he runs into the park and when he doesn’t he generally goes for a ride there instead.  He is a chiropractor and has a busy practice so getting a little exercise before his day starts is something he really enjoys.  This morning he was especially looking forward to what he would see once he crossed over the little bridge that arches over the bumper to bumper traffic of the Grand central parkway.

To be honest he wasn’t feeling particularly great this morning.  The heaviness and weight of the events from a few days earlier in Boston continued to linger.  An experience that he is not alone with, for it has touched and troubled many others, particularly those whose worlds have embraced the sport of distance running.   For something had come from out of the darkness and snatched away many peoples peace and for an unfortunate few it stole much much more.

Yet when Mitch got to the crest of that bridge he saw before him this humble little temporary village nestled by the lake and his mood was immediately lifted and transformed.  For this little cluster of plywood buildings covered in sheets of plastic is much more than what it immediately appears to be.    It is a unique little universe that each year at this same time, springs miraculously to life like a great blossoming promise.  For it is the home of the yearly Self Transcendence 6 and 10 day race.

He took this picture and told me he called it an ‘Oasis of Hope’.  He didn’t have to say much more than that, for I knew exactly what he meant.  Mitch of course is not only one of the races’ biggest fans he also works many long hours there on his free time giving adjustments to the runners in the medical tent.  A few hours after this picture was taken the first of the 2 races began under the glorious brilliant embrace of a perfect spring day.  38 runners began their 10 day non stop journeys to the distant realms of their own self transcendence.  Began hopeful efforts that would lead them further on the roads of their own life experience, breaking personal records, reaching new goals in the punishing realm of physical challenge, and perhaps reach up into new lofty realms of their own consciousness.

The events of the world around us will always attempt to reach out and to ensnare us with their stark reality.  As humans we are never immune or completely detached from this.  But here at this little oasis in Flushing Meadow 38 runners have set off to a place in which the falling shadows never obscure the brightness and hope towards which each runner here ultimately seeks.  Where many also come to help them on their way, both in simple and sacred ways.  Feeding them, counting their laps, and making sure their bodies stay strong.

Their hopes and dreams will of course be tested.  But not by the obscure painful truths that stomp and stride with bombast and futility in far off places.  But by the niggling doubts and worries that are buried within themselves. Ultimately the inner brightness in ways great and small always finds a way to reveal itself to all who come here and challenge themselves.  And from this little oasis of hope perhaps even just a little of this illumination spills outward and continues to flow down crowded highways, across oceans fields and forests, and into the hearts of all those who want this world of ours to become a more perfect place.

Continue reading “April 17: An Oasis of Hope”