Tuesday, September 13, 2011

hi·a·tus : A gap or interruption in space, time, or continuity; a break

After my last post, I don't have much more to say.

I may still try to get to 100 posts before wrapping it up...but for now, I need a hiatus.

Take care and thanx for following....shawn

PS...did you see my Raiders won their 1st...maybe things are looking up!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold - but so does a hard-boiled egg. ~Author Unknown

I have hesitated to write this post for awhile (since Fathers Day to be exact). It’s like I have a big secret that I can’t talk about. It probably has a lot to do with how I was raised.

“Do your job the best you can, keep your nose clean, stay out of the limelight, don’t brag, just do.” (thanx Mom & Dad)

Unfortunately, this did not prepare me for what happened at the Manitoba Marathon this past Father’s Day. Let’s start here (your choice, play audio or full story):

Needless to say, the phone started ringing off the hook after that and it led to this (Front Page of the Wpg Sun and then our Local paper):

And a few other things……(Just Google me and Marathon and you get the idea).

So why am I writing this? I guess I feel like Forrest Gump when he ran back to save Bubba. He had no intentions of doing anything special or being a Hero, he just had a goal and just kept getting distracted by saving more wounded and eventually ended up a Hero. I have never thought of myself as that either. 

I find “Hero” a strong word and it bothers me when my name is associated with me. I keep thinking about what the comments will be the next time I screw up….”Look what the Hero did today” (I usually imagine that in a snarky voice).

To me, Hero’s are our front line people, our Doctors and Nurses (aka “The Boss”), Police and Firefighters, Soldiers and Veterans and so many others. Perhaps my Mom put it best, much like Forrest’s Mom, she said “Shawn, we did not raise you to deal with this kind of attention, but that family could be planning a funeral today instead of going home!” Mom’s always put things in the right perspective.

So, why did I finally write this post? I think it is a way to get it in the open. It has been on my mind everyday for the last 3 months…so maybe spreading the word will help….because I think everyone has the right to be a Hero. So, I ask you to consider taking a first aid course if you don’t already have one. Learn CPR, hell, just learn to get people doing something. It is very scary seeing a situation develop and dealing with it…..it is even more scary to NOT have any skills to deal with it and feel helpless. I got lucky, the guy lived because everything fell into place…..because the training kicked in and I didn’t think about it.

So hopefully with this off my chest I can get back to a routine life. I don’t know how people can be under the microscope all the time and live their lives?

PS….You cannot imagine how it felt talking to that runner, his wife and his 10 year old son a week later. What a gift!

What the hell do you blog about after that happens? Washing your shoes?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

T minus 9

I have had a weird summer...started with Fathers Day craziness and went on from there. 

As a runner, an athlete, a father, a son, a brother, an uncle, an aunt, a human being.....I have been given the ultimate Fathers Day honour...more on that to follow in my last 9 posts. You will have to wait as it is just not my nature to crow.

Do you wash your shoes? I just washed 3 pairs with Sunlight and a bit of bleach...the Asics Gels look brand new after 700 miles (they are now my walkers) ...amazing...and much less smelly!

The reason for the washing....a run with 6 river/water crossings the day after our Dragon Boat race. Good for me they put ropes across the crossings for non-swimmers...like me....glub, glub!

Did 9 yesterday...only issues were phantom IT band pain....no pain, just seemed like it.

Did I mention its been a weird summer?

ps.....I am in a state of "holy crap", go here and lament with the rest of us