Running Down Cancer

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The Long Trail is the oldest long-distance walking path in the country, running 273 miles–broken up into twelve sections–that meander over the spine of Vermont from the Massachusetts border to the Canadian border. 

It has long been a goal of mine to finish the entire trail and I had completed two sections in my twenties with my then roommate, Ed. Then our lives diverged and the goal was shelved until the early months of 2014. I’d been running steadily since we had moved back to Vermont, two years earlier. Now, in the search to try to prove to myself that I was more than a stay-at-home-dad, I determined I needed to put on the persona of an ultra runner and run the Long Trail. I decided to do it over four years in order to not upset my wife, too much. Not only was I not comfortable with just being a stay-at-home-dad, I was not truly comfortable in my own skin. I had yet to learn that I was already doing what the Lord had called me to do.

That spring my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and running for an End to End patch and a certificate seemed silly. It was then that I decided to turn the run into a fundraiser to fight cancer and came up with the name Running Down Cancer. I knew several people who had had the disease and my dad had died from it. It just made sense. The plan was to raise $20,000 for the American Cancer Society over the four years. It was a lofty goal and when I started the project, my heart was in the right place and my motives were true. But soon I lost my way, becoming too wrapped up in the persona of being a badass trail runner and trying, as I often do, to make something bigger than it needs to be instead of enjoying the moments of growth and progression. 

The first year was a success, but it all fizzled after that. I obsessed about the project and let it consume me. I allowed it to monopolize all of my limited free time, which is a sure sign that my depression is more in control than I would like to believe. Common sense would have you think that in my late thirties I could recognize and heed the warning signs. But I had yet to grasp this. Instead I just fretted over abandoning yet another project and worried that I would look like someone who leaves things half done. Because that is what I told myself I did–someone who shifted focus when the wind changed direction–I believed that about myself and I hated myself for it.

My ego played a roll as much my depression. As hard as it was to admit to myself, the project quickly changed into something that I was doing because I wanted to be noticed. I felt I needed to adopt a persona to put on display because I believed that would make me happy. I’ve done this all my life–put on a persona because I was not comfortable with who I am. I could feel myself falling out of sync with the project, and then I got injured. That was the excuse I needed to stop. That way I did not feel like a failure. Only I did. I was no less lost at thirty-seven than I had been in my early twenties. 

It took until 2018 to stop mulling over all the reasons why I thought I had failed and to finally understand that I had not failed. Ironically, this realization occurred on the Long Trail with Ed. We had taken three days to try to complete the three southern sections of the trail. On the second day, the topic of Running Down Cancer came up, and I told him that I had failed at the project and that I had done it for the wrong reasons. Not one to mince words, he told me I was wrong, that I had accomplished something. In that moment I knew he was right. And while it took some more time to stop berating myself over the project, I have since come to realize that though I did not raise $20,000 for the American Cancer Society and though I did not finish the Long Trail in four years, I certainly accomplished a lot in the 70-plus miles of the trail I did run and the $5000 I did raise. 

More than that, though, it helped me come to the realization that I had been trying on personas my whole life, but I did not need to do that anymore. I am good enough and that is enough. I don’t need to be anything more than a stay-at-home-dad, but I am much more than that. And I am right where God wants me to be. 

 The next three weeks I will be publishing my accounts of the three runs I did the year of the Running Down Cancer Project. 

Slow Yourself Down

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Mantra Part I – Hold Fast
Mantra Part II- Slow Yourself Down

It was on the island of Kaua’i that I saw the hand-painted sign on rough dark wood; SLOW YOURSELF DOWN. Those words were a revelation that awoke something deep in my soul. 

Until I was forty I had played the what-if game and tried to figure out who I was.  I moved through life trying to be the person I thought I should be, I focused on the future not the moment, trying to hurry the clock along because I thought that if I just got this one item or this one place in time, then things would be better. I would be better. 

It never worked of course.  Even after I realized that I was doing the work God had called me to do, joy was still missing–and I did not find it until I learned to slow myself down. 

Compounding the what-ifs and the searching I allowed myself to be pushed and pulled by my emotions, social media, my phone, and the number of commitments I’d take on. We race from one point to another distracted by a constant stream of information. We believe that being over scheduled is a sign of progress when in fact all of the aforementioned are a sign of destruction. An emotional shell game that we can never win, one that pulls our attention from what really matters. Our children notice, our loved ones notice.  We neglect the moment because we think that peace, joy, and happiness are just over there and our souls are empty because of it. 

We don’t have to turn our lives upside down to slow ourselves down. All we need to do is to be more mindful in the moment. Listen to the birds, the wind, the people you are in conversation with. When we listen instead of just hear, we learn. 

When we slow ourselves down we open our eyes, ears, hearts, and minds to the beauty, diversity, and love the world is offering to us, and from this hope, joy, and gratitude grow outward. 

Hold Fast To Love

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Mantra Part I – Hold Fast

Dear Friends, 

So often we spend our days ensconced in the what-ifs and negatives of life, allowing the inflammatory words of others to pull us into a vortex of toxicity. We have learned that it is easier to go on the attack, to be judgmental and angry with people rather than to show empathy towards them. But to survive we must change. I’ve begun to do this with the help of the following mantra: Hold fast. Slow yourself down. Unshackle the joy. My hope is that writing about each part of this mantra over the next three week will help you too. 

“Hold fast” is a nautical term that has its origins in the Dutch word “hold vast” or so the internet tells me, and because I love the ocean and water in general, I’m going to go with it. I would live on a boat if I did not get so insanely motion sick. As it is, though, if the water is rough and I am on the boat, the only thing I am holding fast to is the railing as I lose my lunch. But I digress. These words resonate so strongly with me that I have them tattooed on my left forearm. They are the linchpin in my mindfulness practice because they remind me to hold fast to my belief in the love of the Lord. 

We have become content to act from emotion while we stand in the toxic mire of hostility and negativity that permeates our society. But what if instead of holding onto pain, resentment, jealousy, entitlement, anxiety, material possessions, fear, and all the other things that poison us while we cast gratitude aside to rot in the shadow of our despair, we instead hold fast to love? “Love not in the personal sense but love as a state of being or a state of grace… not in being happy but with a tough universal sense of quest and daring and growth?”* Within this love, we hold fast to our God (whoever that is), the quiet moments, and the simple beauty of every day. It is a choice each of us has to make each moment of our lives. Do we stay where we are or do we pivot, moving forward with empathy, to a place where we listen more than we talk? 

So today I ask you, what will you choose to do with this one magical and beautiful life? Will you choose to hold fast to the negative and the material possessions we have been told show us how good we are? Or will you strike out on a different path, one that brings calm, gratitude, and joy to your daily life? 

Grace & Peace,
Jorden

*James Baldwin