Monthly Archives: October 2010

Ragnar Relay Napa Valley edition…


Holy smokes, how fun does this sound?

It’s funny, I’ve always been a solitary runner, a solitary writer, a solitary…everything. Well, not everything, of course. But for all the little things I’m passionate about, the ones that make me me, I’ve often resisted bringing other people into my process.
And the more I think about it, process is such an incomplete word. I’ve been reading about mindfulness and meditation of late, so when I really consider my approach to these solitary passions, perhaps the better word is practice.
But I’ve opened up my practice to include others recently. Starting with attending the SCBWI conference in Los Angeles this past July, I’ve found a great group of writers that I feel connected to. We’ve even started a solid in-person crit group, and extending the practice of writing to include this type of interaction, collaboration, and cooperation has been invaluable. Of course, I’ve always had beta readers, but this is different…this is about bringing people into the very beginnings of an idea, when even I don’t know where it’s headed. There’s a vulnerability, yes. But also so much potential.
Likewise running. I’m not at the point of joining a running club. The best thing for me is to be able to roll out of bed, get my shoes on, and head out the door. That’s not time I’m willing to share with anyone else. But when a running friend suggested doing this relay race, my first thought was “I’m in.”
Total paradigm shift.
187 miles. 11 runners. Here’s hoping we really do it….

Eight Belles

I’m running a 5k tomorrow. For all the tough points in a race, I’ve got little mantras that help me keep going. But the one that gets me through at the very end, when it feels like I’ve got nothing left, is an internal chant of “Eight Belles, Eight Belles, Eight Belles…”

For those who might not remember, Eight Belles was the filly that went up against the boys in the 2008 Kentucky Derby.

Maybe it’s difficult to appreciate the context after the fact, but there was so much excitement going into that race. It was the year of the presidential election, so horse races of all types were in the collective unconscious of the entire nation.

John McCain had already secured the Republican nomination, but Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama were still duking it out in May of that year. It was hard not to make political references in a Derby that featured Big Brown, Colonel John, and the lone filly, Eight Belles.

I remember sitting down to watch the race with my four-year-old daughter. Of course we were rooting for the girl to win: something only three fillies have ever done in the history of the Kentucky Derby.

The race itself was thrilling. Tessa and I cheered like crazy for the filly, but Big Brown was too much. He won convincingly, but Eight Belles ran a great race, finishing second, ahead of the eighteen other colts on the track.

Then tragedy. Seconds after crossing the wire, Eight Belles went down, fracturing both of her front ankles. It happened so quickly, it seemed like no one at Churchill Downs was aware of what was going on. Everyone was celebrating Big Brown’s victory and by the time people even realized the filly was injured, she’d been euthanized.

Gone. Forever.

Hard to explain that to a four-year-old. Big Brown’s jockey, Kent Desormeaux put it best: “This horse showed you his heart and Eight Belles showed you her life for our enjoyment today.”

So, yeah, my little running mantra is just a small personal thing. But it’s in memory of a horse whose toughness and heart I’ll never forget.