Hello again my friends! I hope that all of you are healthy, happy and getting your adrenaline rush on whatever way you like! My running is going extremely well and so is my cross training. All this week I've been enjoying some vacation time at home. Nothing special planned. Just lots of relaxation! A streaking friend of mine, the incredible Judy Mick, is putting together a book on running non-stop and asked for some chapter submissions. Here's my submission discussing what I thought was going to be a 366 day journey. Almost 500 days into it, the story continues. Enjoy and put some miles into your life!
A 366 DAY JOURNEY
& BEYOND...
September 23, 2012
is a day that I'll always remember. It was the end of an era and the beginning
of another. But, I didn't know that just quite yet. After growing up obese for
most of my childhood and as a teenager watching my father literally melt away
from brain cancer until he passed, as a mere shadow of the great man that he
was; I radically adjusted my life. As you can imagine, both of those
significant eras dramatically affected who I am today. Not all of the effects
were good ones. I missed a lot of time out of school, became depressed,
survived one scary really bad decision, got arrested and spent most of my time
sleeping. I was living as a ghost. Not all the effects were bad either. Through
time and a lot of counseling I finally managed to become a living person again.
I luckily graduated high school, enrolled in college, started taking an
interest in fitness, lost a ton of weight and decided to follow in the
footsteps of my father pursuing a career in law enforcement.
Many different police departments test potential candidates in many
different ways. But, one thing that's a standard across the board is being able
to run. As the little fat kid I hated running. But, it was now a necessary
evil. So, it became a regular part of my fitness routine. Flash forward a
little. Finished college, got married, got hired by a local sheriff's
department and started a family. By December of 2002 I'd not only developed a
love of running; but, decided to try my feet at distance running. Flash forward
a little more to that chilly September day in 2012. For the past 10 years I'd
devoted my life to becoming the best long distance runner that I thought I
could be. For me, that meant running a marathon in less than four hours. After experimenting
with everything under the sun; running various road races including nine
marathons; I finally had the training year of my dreams. With outstanding
support from my family, the online running community, the discovery of an
incredible little device called a Fitbit and devotion to some hardcore training
I'd managed to drop over twenty pounds. I was lighter, stronger and faster than
ever before. As I crossed the finish line of my hometown marathon in Rochester,
NY that early afternoon I saw something
that I've wanted for a very, very long time: a race time clock reading 3:57:27! Not bad for someone who once topped
the scales at 220 lbs. and had a 42" waist!
The emotion was overwhelming as I fell into the waiting arms of my wife at
the finish line. All the years, the training, the miles and hard work had finally
paid off. I couldn't hold back the tears. Soon after running headfirst into the
world of distance running you realize that it isn't about beating other runners
in races, winning your age group or even taking home the first place medal.
It's about being better than you were the day before; meeting whatever
challenges you place before yourself. I had finally done that and the feelings
I experienced are something that only other runners could know. I basked in the
glory of my triumph that day. My family and friends were in awe. By the end of that
year I'd set PR's in the 5K, five mile, half-marathon and marathon distances. I
think that symbols are important for people. Especially runners. For years my
symbol had been the superhero Flash. For the first time, I felt like I was
wearing the lightning bolt emblazoned red suit! I felt like the fastest man
alive! It had been a good day!
So, I'd reached my goal. I worked so long at trying to run a sub four
hour marathon that I never considered what came afterwards. I wanted to someday
get into triathlons. Race an Ironman. I thought about Tough Mudders and Spartan
races. I thought about what EVERY distance runner does, Boston.
But, to qualify I'd have to take over a half an hour off my new best finishing time.
I'd trained so hard that I'd sacrificed a lot of time with loved ones, was tired
most of the time and had lost a great deal of muscle mass. I just didn't have
it in me to train any harder at that time. Exhausted, I had come to look at
running as a job instead of something that I enjoyed. Looking back, I find it
amusing that I'd lost my love of running after reaching my goal!
What to do? How could I get my passion for running back again? I weighed
many different options. Some were good, some were bad and some were just awful.
Distance running is a strange thing. I know that many runners enjoy company
while running and training. I've run with partners before. But, it never seemed
to work out for me. Some running partners were slower than me and I always felt
like I didn't work hard enough. Some running partners were faster than me and I
always felt like I worked too hard. I soon discovered that listening to running
podcasts provided me with what I was searching for. I could go as slow or as
fast as I liked and my virtual "running partner" kept pace perfectly.
I reached out to those podcasters and others in the online running community.
Through the miles and years I'd gotten so much from those amazing people and
created some amazing friendships along the way. They provided encouragement, gave
me new ideas, celebrated my victories and showed me that I wasn't alone in my
hopes and dreams. If reaching my goal had taught me anything, it was that I needed
to put fear aside and believe in what I wanted to accomplish. For a long time,
I'd wanted to be a contributor to the online running community. But, was afraid
of rejection. Who wanted to hear my boring story? I didn't want to have another
brutal training year focusing on the almighty time clock. A light bulb went off!
December 31, 2012
was when the streak officially started. I affectionately named it the 366
Project. It was my new personal challenge to run at least one mile a day for a
year and a day. I also started a blog and video podcast to document my journey.
Fear was pushed to the way side. I decided that for 2013 I was going to focus
on three things: forging my path into the online running community, not
worrying about time and running more than ever before. I was going to relearn the
sheer joy of being able to run and put it out there in a big way. Many runners
forget what a gift running really is! I know that I certainly had. Deep down
inside though, I'm a marathoner at heart. So, I also planned on one again running
my hometown marathon, just a lot slower. I know what you're thinking: How can I overcome burnout if I'm running
everyday? But, this year was going to be fun, easy and relaxed. I told
myself, no pressure.
Several years ago I began using the Hanson Brother's marathon training
plan. It focuses on moderate training distances running six days a week. I
remember it was hard as hell making the transition to running almost everyday. Overload
principle to the max! But, now it was like second nature. I thought that adding
a single mile on the seventh day was plausible; a little scary; but, plausible.
I didn't know the first thing about streaking. My family and friends were
already well adjusted to my running schedule. Even if I took it nice and slow,
I could complete a mile in about 10 minutes. Who doesn't have ten extra minutes
everyday?
Typically, upstate NY has brutal winters. Lots of sleet, ice and snow.
Freezing temperatures and near whiteouts. It gets ugly! But, that year we were
blessed with a mild season. It made winter running a piece of cake! I usually
headed inside during the winter months and logged most, if not all, of my miles
on my YMCA's treadmills. We had just moved to a new home and I soon discovered
a local trail system about a quarter mile away from my front door. I tried
running on them and quickly developed a new found love for trail running.
There's something magical about being alone on a trail in a roaring blizzard,
with snow up to your knees without a soul in sight. Very peaceful!
Spring quickly came. The magic of winter trail running was replaced with
the unbridled glory of getting down and dirty. At work I wear a uniform and
pride myself on looking clean, neat and in charge. There's something satisfying
about running through ankle deep mud and then coming home to rinse yourself off
with a garden hose in your driveway! Much to the dismay of your neighbors! I
started my "relaxed, no pressure version" of marathon training. It
felt good to feel like a kid running just for fun again!
Summer arrived and I was having the time of my life. Up until this point
the running had been relaxed and easy. I was piping out content on the blog and
podcast on a weekly basis. People were reading and watching. I felt great to
have people take an interest in my story! I was starting to fall back in love
with running. But, old habits die hard and as the marathon training continued I
found it difficult to slow down and enjoy the miles. The easy mile pace felt
well, too darn easy. It was boring running so slow. So, I began to push the
speed a little more. I'm not sure if it was the faster mile pace or the running
everyday, but, I developed a peroneal tendon injury in my right foot. Your
peroneal tendon runs along the outer edge of your foot up to underneath your
ankle. It was painful and threw a gigantic monkey wrench into my marathon
training schedule. Double digit runs were reduced to mile long limping runs to
keep the Project going. It was looking like my hometown marathon was going to
be totally out of the question and maybe the entire Project itself!
Fall fell and with the help of new found chiropractor and some easy
running the tendon injury was able to heal. But, my troubles continued. The
tendon injury was replaced with a hamstring strain in my right leg. Back to
square one! Very defeating. Very frustrating. Running everyday continued and
was frowned upon by pretty much everyone I knew. Everyone thought I was crazy.
But, I wasn't going to give up my quest that easily. It was going to continue no
matter how much everyone thought I was running myself into the ground. Luckily,
I was able to defer my hometown marathon registration fee to the following
year. I also discovered another marathon near Rochester
in Syracuse, NY
that was scheduled a month later. I was able to salvage what was left of my
training season for the new race. I was still running injured, my training was less
than good and I'd gained some weight back; But, I was going to give it a shot. No
expectations anyway, right? I was just going to run the race and have fun!
Race day came and I was extremely nervous. Unfamiliar race, injured body
and poor training left me wondering if I could even finish the entire distance.
But, like I said, distance running is a strange thing. You'd think that after a
decade of running I'd have this whole thing figured out. Not so much! The race
started off well. Cool weather, sunny skies and new sights to see. I decided
that I was going to try to hold onto a sub four hour marathon pace as long as I
could. Then after I crashed, finish the rest of the race at a comfortable pace.
That's when things got really weird. Somewhere during those 26.2 miles the
running gods smiled down and some running magic happened. I kept waiting to hit
the wall. I kept waiting to feel the fatigue set in. I crossed the finish line
five minutes faster than my previous best marathon time! Out of 11 marathons
this race was THE most enjoyable. I didn't have cramping, ran every mile
clocking sub nine minute splits and destroyed other runners on the hills. No
wall. No cramping. No walking. The terrible IBS that I'd wrote off as a
necessary evil after my long distance races was non-existent. There was no
recovery. I was back running the next day without hardly any residual soreness.
Just amazing! What was going on? Maybe there was something really good about this
running everyday thing after all? What an unexpected victory after turning 40 two
months earlier! The rearranging of marathons even allowed me some extra time to
achieve another goal of mine, becoming a physical fitness instructor at the
training academy! What do ya know, change isn't always a bad thing!
After the race I felt like I was able to take a more relaxed attitude.
Now the focus was on just staying healthy enough to run until New Year's Eve.
The hamstring strain fluctuated between getting better one week; only to come
back with a vengeance the next. Nothing worked! But, I was still managing to
limp through at least a mile everyday. The excitement was palatable as the end
of the year drew near. Social media was abuzz with encouragement and
anticipation. I'd developed a little following of adrenaline junkies! The
question on everyone's mind though was, am I really going to stop on the 366th
day? I started the 366 day journey thinking that it wouldn't be that hard.
There were days that it was easy. The sun was shinning, I felt healthy and had
all the time in the world. I saw people, places and experienced things that
only those of us crazy enough to be out on the roads everyday know about. But,
not all the days were like those. There were the near misses when careless,
distracted drivers almost ran me into a pancake. There was the time that,
against my own better judgment, I ran during a lightning storm only to be
unable to call anyone for a rescue pick up. There were one too many times the I
had the pleasure of experiencing mild hypothermia and frostbite. Then there
were the unexpected details that forced me to adapt when and where I ran my
mile. Imagine the humor of running laps in your basement during a surprise 40th
birthday party using a Fitbit to count your steps! It was my first mile drunk! But,
overall the journey had more positive than negative. It took me to places that
I thought I could never go. The whole experience was so similar to life it
wasn't funny. There were good times, there were bad times. But, just the act of
moving forward; putting one foot in front of the other made the difference. It
wasn't thousands of miles over the course of 366 days. It was simply just one
easy mile once a day.
As I rounded the corner of my street on New Year's Eve my Garmin watch
beeped: 3.66 miles to bring the Project to a close. It had been one hell of a long
run. An amazing year. An unforgettable journey. My family and friends
congratulated me. Everyone couldn't believe that I'd done it. Everyone looked
at me with this strange look in their eyes. Like I was some sort of elite,
genetically gifted runner. I'm not. I'm an average, middle of the pack runner
with a greater degree of stubbornness than usual. But, I've always been
fascinated by what average people can do with a good support system, inner
strength, faith in themselves and a will to push beyond their perceived limits.
This stuff wasn't magic. On December
31, 2013 366 days, 1,550 miles later my message to everyone was
that those things were inside them too. That they could do anything they wanted
if they harnessed those things. The 366 Project was a huge success. I'd ran at
least a mile everyday for 366 days, started my first running blog and video podcast.
I discovered who I was again. But, it was over. I was looking forward to a well
deserved day off!
As I rolled out of bed on January
1, 2014 I knew that I'd fallen in love with running again. The blog
and podcast were definitely going to continue. They were just too much darn fun
to stop. I love being a marathoner. But, change is a good thing and challenges
aren't worth a damn unless they scare you just a little, remember? How about I
launch a new blog and podcast focusing on running my longest distance yet? How
about five miles more to my first 50K ultra marathon? It appeared that my
formula for success was becoming: pick something that scares you that you know absolutely
nothing about and dive in headfirst! It was going to be another interesting
year!
I used to think streakers were an odd bunch. A little strange. The dirty
little secret that the running community knew existed, but, didn't really
acknowledge. Who wants to run everyday? Wasn't it hard, dangerous or crazy? Why
would someone want to do that? Someone who was once bullied all the time
because he was obese. Someone who wants to be around to watch his family grow.
Someone who wants to be an example of positivity and hope in a world that's
often negative and spiteful. Someone who wanted to go beyond his limits and
find out who he was on the other side. I couldn't stop running everyday.
Running is many things for me: an identity, part of my job, a way to spend time
with my father, exercise, meditation, stress relief. The list is too long. I
don't know when it will end. I guess it'll end when it needs to. As I near 500
days it's hard to remember what is was like before I didn't run everyday. Bring
on the miles. Bring on the challenges. My name is Mark Robert Sands I'm a
streaker and I'm not done yet...