Giving Thanks

It’s been a summer to remember.

As the leaves begin their yearly shift in color, the air begins to take on the chilled qualities signalling one thing:

Fall is here.

The holiday season draws nearer, inspiring me to pause and give thanks. For the first time in nine years, I go into the fall as a “free agent”, with no obligation to the slush, mud, and never-ending pain symbolized by ten kilometers over hill and dale; AKA cross-country. As a new outsider looking in, it has been a bitter sweet experience to see my alma mater begin their fall campaign. While part of me will always miss all aspects of the Team, my pride for the University of Oregon remains unaffected.

The men of Oregon recently won their season opener and continue on with a level-headed aim at the NCAA championships. For collegiate cross-country, one day matters. Every race leading up to the big dance is viewed as a stepping stone, a dress-rehearsal for the one true opportunity to capitalize against the nations very best.

For yours truly, the fall has been a fantastic experience of self-discovery. I really believe that my extending period away from running has been a blessing in disguise. Being injured forced me to confront obstacles that I hadn’t expected, obstacles that have taught me invaluable lessons while instilling within me a deep sense of confidence. As I continue to work hard and count said blessings, my attentions shift towards my athletic focuses.

Sixteen weeks remain until the indoor track season begins, a season filled with tight turns, sharp elbows, and split-second tactics- the perfect springboard for my first post-collegiate outdoor season. As the days continue, my training gains momentum, following the physiological crescendo of adaptation. My daily regime has consisted of a variety of exercises, ranging from stationary biking, elliptical, running-specific weights, aqua jogging, pilates, two-hour mountain hikes, and even steam room sessions aimed at boosting recovery!

My current daily two-hour training sessions have been an interesting display of progress. It is hard to believe that a month ago, I was limited to  light 20:00 biking sessions, three times a week.  Thankfully, I’ve stayed positive, paid close attention to my body and am thrilled to report that my foot feels 100%. My final CAT scan will be taken tomorrow morning. After this final image, I will be cleared to begin short runs within a matter of days!

While training consumes much of my day, I’ve been most proud of my work “off the track”. Balancing two jobs and professional athletics has been at times hectic but completely satisfying. My work constantly reminds me to remember my destination, but to also enjoy the journey. Today, I took my own advice and brought my girlfriend along for one of my coveted hikes. Together, we braved the rain, mud, and leg-burning incline of Spencers Butte’s western slope.

We both worked hard to reach the summit, retelling old stories between steeper sections- requiring all of our breath. Upon reaching Eugene’s ceiling, we sat, giving thanks for the moment, relishing within the sudden immersion of clouds and white. Such a memorable moment inspired me to snap a quick picture:

 

We all have something in life that gives us purpose, something that fills us with love, hope, and direction. As I continue forward, I invite you to take a moment and gives thanks for your respective passion, whatever it may be.

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