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![]() By Lorene Rasmussen
"OO-RAH!," was the common cry from almost 30,000 runners as we crossed over the starting line at the 32nd Annual Marine Corps Marathon. The starting line was located at the Arlington National Cemetery and began at 7:50 am with the wheelchair and hand cycle participants. The National Anthem provided a beautiful start to the day's event and the Quantico Marine Corps Band continued playing long after the runners were released exactly at 8:00 am. We were lined up in corrals according to our expected
finish times and pace per hour. As you can imagine, I
was not standing with any Kenyans, elite runners, or the
Hansons-Brooks Team. My 5.5 hour corral was much
less intense. We had a juggler, a lady dressed like Super
Woman, and a cheerful bumble bee. Besides the
assorted costumes on the course, there were 100's of
different quotations and motivational sayings on the back
of t-shirts. My favorite being the Marine form of
denial, "Pain is just weakness leaving the body." By the
time my corral passed over the starting line, the timing
clock had been running for at least 10 minutes and there
were still 1,000's of people behind me.
I was not alone on this journey! Besides being
accompanied by my running niece Amanda Coleman
from Gillette, WY, the marvels of modern technology
allowed supporters to keep track of my progress via cell
phone. Every time I crossed over a remote tracking
device, a message was sent to my husband-Tom, two
adult sons, and good friend/physical therapist, David
Anderson.
Amanda and I had started out together but lost track of
each other when I took a walk break and she took off
(she's the real runner). Around mile 2, I fell in behind 6
attractive Marines doing cadence calls; "sound off, 1-2;
sound off, 3-4; left - right, left - right." The hypnotic chant
distracted me, making me forget that I was running a
fairly respectable pace. By mile 5, the remote tracker had
sent message #2 to my 4 men saying I had cover 5 miles
in 60 minutes. They all smiled knowing I needed to keep a
14 minute mile average to "beat the bridge" by 1:00 pm.
While under the hypnotic spell of the Marine's cadence, I
quickly crossed over the George Washington Memorial
Pkwy, Key Bridge, right past by the C&O Canal Historical
Park and was moving onto MacArthur Blvd.
However, around the Georgetown Reservoir (approx 6.5 miles), my cadence induced reverie came to an abrupt halt when a sharp pain shot down my left leg and landed in my calf muscle stopping me cold! I immediately moved to side of the road and tried desperately to rub out what I thought was a "charlie horse." The same pain that attacked my calf muscle was also
reeking havoc on my emotions. So many battles taking
place in my mind, that I couldn't think straight. How could
this be happening? Not now! Not with all the training I had
gone through. I wondered if I should quit; besides who
would blame me? There were buses available along the
course to take the wounded and the weary straight to the
finish line if the need arose.
Periodically, I tried to walk but to no avail. After what felt
like an eternity and lots of prayers, I discovered I could
walk on the left side of my foot. It certainly wasn't the heel-
toe graceful gait that I had become accustomed to over
the last 10 months of training, but it allowed me to cover
the distance with a level of pain I could
bare.
With the tenacity of a bulldog (although I would rather be described as a labrador retriever or even a poodle), I literally "hunkered down" and kept moving. I continued to run/walk/limp while surveying our Nation's memorials and monuments to help divert my attention from the obvious inconvenience I continued to encounter. The most handsome and welcome site along Constitution
Avenue was my husband. He was standing with an
diverse assortment of spectators (including SWAT
Teams, FBI agents, snipers, and oddly dressed
characters).
Tom took a picture of me, told me he had received two messages from the remote tracker but hadn't heard anything else and wondered what had happened. I told him about my "charlie horse" pain and asked for the pain relievers that were given out in the runner's goodie bag. I rapidly ate part of a ClifBar, gave him a kiss, and told him to meet me at the finish line. Amanda had left him 15 minutes earlier. Well, I made the bridge before the mandatory 1:00 pm
deadline and I found Amanda as we approached the
Pentagon. She, too had her own trials during the day and
declared, "I'm not having fun anymore and I want to get
this over." I had to agree but we were too close to quit.
After 26.2 miles, we both crossed the finish line, located
at the historic Iwo Jima Memorial, 6+ hours after we
started. We happily received our finisher's medals,
learning later that only 20,686 were given.
Throughout the day, we watched fellow runners walk off the course and quietly get on the buses when they couldn't go any further. I guess my will was stronger than my calf muscle. The "charlie horse" pain was actually a torn calf muscle
and I am currently wearing a lovely ortho boot prescribed
by Idaho Stampede's very own physician, Dr. Rob
Walker. He tells me I will only have to wear this fashion
piece for one or two weeks plus spend four more weeks
taking it easy. After that, I will be spending quality
time with my physical therapist as we prepare for the
Rock & Roll Arizona Half-Marathon in January.
It's been said that, "leadership is about inspiring, empowering, and encouraging others to move courageously into their future, while acting boldly in their present." My business partner and friend, Phil Eastman has exemplified these characteristics through this year when he challenged me to take part in the Marine Corps Marathon and continued to encourage me each month along the way. He and others, believed in me long before I believed in myself. To be honest, I still can't believe I completed the race. The Marine Corps Marathon is all but a memory now. I felt lost and without direction the first week back in the office. I laughed a little, cried a lot, and met with a triathlete friend of mine to reflect on the deeper side of my experience. Whether it is corporate change, team transitions, the completion of a major project, or the finish of a year long goal to run a marathon; the question of "what's next" always emerges. We savor the victory, cry over the losses, count our gains, mend our wounds, and we feel the lost impetus of a goal finally attained. For me, running is so much more than putting one foot in
front of the other. It's about getting fit, staying healthy, and
facing irrational fears. It's about staying present, meeting
people, and overcoming obstacles. It's about crossing the
finish line, injury free, and with a smile. More importantly
and maybe the hardest of all, it's about learning how to
accept
affirming comments and gracious compliments from
people who know me better than I know myself.
Even though I am very proud of my achievement, I don't think it would have been possible without the unrelenting support system I had all around me. I couldn't be more thankful for my family, friends, coaches, and others that helped me believe I could cross the finish line long before I ever stepped foot on the race course. A special thanks to: Tom, Sean, Sasha, Kendra,
Nataya, Traece, Chechu, Amanda, Phil E, Kim W, David
A, Steve B, Mike C, Peter M, Sheri C, Teresa C, Suz-Ette
L, James S, Garry B, Brian F, Sherrill G, Annie V, Brooks
Sports, Leadership Advisors Group, and many, many
others that took the time to cheer me on!
This story is dedicated to Ryan Shay, champion
marathoner. Ryan passed away Saturday, November 3,
2007, during the Olympic Trials in New York. Even though
I didn't know Ryan, he was a personal friend and family
member of my niece/running partner Amanda.
When speaking of Ryan's wife, Alicia, Amanda fondly
says, "my Alicia." Both Ryan and Alicia taught "my
Amanda" how to listen to her body and the importance of
proper sports
nutrition.
Lorene Rasmussen is the Partner for
Business Operations which guides and supports
the daily and strategic operations of Leadership
Advisors Group. She combines a unique sense of
fun and organization to insure operations "run/walk"
smoothly and that clients receive the highest
quality service possible.
Lorene earned a Bachelors of Business Administration degree in marketing from Boise State University and is a certified Life Coach through Genesis Enterprises in Seattle, Washington. Lorene earned a Bachelors of Business Administration degree in marketing from Boise State University and is a certified Life Coach through Genesis Enterprises in Seattle, Washington. |
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We have learned that developing leadership competencies and training for a marathon have a lot in common. To understand how far you have progressed, you need to have some quantifiable measure. For Lorene, it was knowing the distance she covered and how fast she traveled.
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