Dear Reader, (Well of mental support...)
time to get serious...
Plan for 2011 has to get in gear, and my goal for 2011 is the ultimate in Marathon goals for an age group runner.
I will qualify for the Boston Marathon in October 2011.
How am I going to do this? Well that I am not sure about.....
I have to date run 5 Marathons, (Not including one during Ironman Canada a couple months ago); My fastest Marathon so far is 3:52:24, translating to a 5:30 minute km for the whole run, I did this at the BMO Vancouver Marathon in 2009 at 30 years old. My fastest 10k to date is in the Vancouver Sun-Run finishing in a time of 47 minutes and 24 seconds, translating into 4:44 per km, and it felt like an easy run...
It is because of these performances that I am sure I can do this. My qualifying time for the Boston Marathon is 3:10:00, this translates to a 4:30 minute km for 42.2 kilometers, or 14 seconds per kilometer faster than my fasest 10 k, self trained with with two months of speed work, and a marathon distance build.
I am putting this out there for my sake as much as anyone that reads. I believe that saying your intentions is the way to completing them, and this is my Statement:
On October 9th 2011, I will run a marathon in under 3:10:59, to qualify for the Boston Marathon at 33 Years old.
Ray Miller
Race4MS - Running for my life-Race4Boston
To be continued.....
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Reflections on remembrance
I don't know where I learned or started to believe this, but I believe in the humanity of all people, regardless of the circumstance. This week I am going to read a lot of stories, of history and remembrance. Some of those stories will thank the heavens and god, some will criticize short sighted politicians, and hatred. Many will blame somebody for causing hurt. All will tell a story.
I think about the human story. Imagine a place where you are doing unspeakable things to people, things that must have gave nightmares and sleepless nights to the people who committed them. This is a Thought for them, for the 19 year old solder who was directly responsible for the ending of a life, for the officer who gives the order, and all the way up the line to the leader and the goal they aspire to.
The tragedy I see and feel most right now...is for the person (and they are all persons) who sees another person, or culture, or race, as so alien to their own, that they deserve not to be there anymore. That the story they were taught missed so many lessons, and so much love ....Is that a complaint as simple as "you hurt me" gets blown so far out of proportion muffled by the words evil, and drowned out by anger leads to so much pain for so many people, that any of it can be seen as justified.
The conversation ends, and so does the lesson, and understanding is the victim.
As many as 78 million people died during WWII, number that we hear the most is 6, but there is a story behind every one.
We need to see ourselves in the stories we hear from both sides to truly understand them. I feel sad for the bombers who dropped the bombs, for the solders who pulled the triggers, for the people on the ground, and the people walking to their knowing ends, I feel sad for person pulling the switch, the horror that they live with, or emptiness that you would need to feel to live with a clear conscience after any of those acts. These are the cultural tragedies. They deserve our understanding, and solemn responsibilities to not let these things happen again. We need to remember that the story does not start with a trigger, and it does not end.
This is our world, and we need to respect that it did not start with us, nor will it end with us.
I think about the human story. Imagine a place where you are doing unspeakable things to people, things that must have gave nightmares and sleepless nights to the people who committed them. This is a Thought for them, for the 19 year old solder who was directly responsible for the ending of a life, for the officer who gives the order, and all the way up the line to the leader and the goal they aspire to.
The tragedy I see and feel most right now...is for the person (and they are all persons) who sees another person, or culture, or race, as so alien to their own, that they deserve not to be there anymore. That the story they were taught missed so many lessons, and so much love ....Is that a complaint as simple as "you hurt me" gets blown so far out of proportion muffled by the words evil, and drowned out by anger leads to so much pain for so many people, that any of it can be seen as justified.
The conversation ends, and so does the lesson, and understanding is the victim.
As many as 78 million people died during WWII, number that we hear the most is 6, but there is a story behind every one.
We need to see ourselves in the stories we hear from both sides to truly understand them. I feel sad for the bombers who dropped the bombs, for the solders who pulled the triggers, for the people on the ground, and the people walking to their knowing ends, I feel sad for person pulling the switch, the horror that they live with, or emptiness that you would need to feel to live with a clear conscience after any of those acts. These are the cultural tragedies. They deserve our understanding, and solemn responsibilities to not let these things happen again. We need to remember that the story does not start with a trigger, and it does not end.
This is our world, and we need to respect that it did not start with us, nor will it end with us.
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