Minnesota Play: How to Become a Better Runner in 30 Days

#18 Minnesota Play & Sub Zero Update

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The Polar Vortex only happens once a generation and Minnesotans know how to wait it out and then get right back into weekend play.

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It is all over the TV, newspaper, and news feeds, the Polar Vortex’s crazy temperatures and wind chills. This past month I have been studying World Geography and been more aware of the Polar freezing temperatures. Having those temps in Minnesota has been a surprise to me. I can imagine North Dakota having low wind chills, but Minnesota shouldn’t get that cold. A New York friend commented that it was time for me to move back to NY. You have had good snow lately but there is much to miss in Minnesota, as there is in New York also (Adirondack Mountains!).

I guess the novelty has kept my spirits high. It also helped that our FIRST, yes first, real snowfall of the season came on Sunday night, 3 days ago. A good friend, native Minnesotan, says this is just a crazy odd winter.

The four days off school, the first being a teachers workshop and rest from the cold weather, has added to the adventure. The first day I squished a YMCA membership sign up errand in between swim practice drop off and pick up. The thought of four children/teens and me stuck in a house for days without not a chance of activity was the driving force to explore our local Y.

How truly glad I am for the role of the YMCA in local communities. Our daily adventures there this week have kept this mom/runner sane and the kids super happy! Normally when I can’t run because of weather or bad roads, I can ski instead. But when even skiing is not an option, I either have to run steps in my house or find a way to be active somewhere else. And since the kids would not last long running steps and with the school buildings all closed, this active family needed the Y for this Polar Vortex.

I remember my first Y membership in Moline, IL. It was just after my second child’s birth and I saw a TV commercial. Even though my husband and I had so little money (and I mean so very little money), it became a priority for me. It was my first time to be working out since with my college running team. I quickly found the classes to release my emotional and mental strain of being a new mom. It saved me, as a mom, day after day.

And so when we move to Horseheads, NY, I quickly connected with the local Y and got way into a true kickboxing class. If the teacher had eaten a generous meal the night before, we were in for a very difficult workout. But I love challenges, so I would give my absolute all. It also was a time in my life that I had strains at home and the act of hitting something without hurting anyone helped for me to work through my frustrations and leave the class ready to be kinder.

The next Y came with our move to Niskayuna, NY (Albany area). The nearest, most family-friendly Y was in Clifton Park and it became our new home away from home. For 8 years I stepped through the entrance doors three times a day with participation in running groups, kid’s classes/swim team, and coaching in the evenings.

An image that can be found on the SSYMCA walls

Yet life still made its next twist and turn and landed us in Minnesota. For a year and a half, the family and I spent our active time within nature throughout our community, running outdoors on trails, kayaking, swimming, nature walking, boating, sledding, ice skating, and Nordic skiing. Well, until like I said before, the Polar Vortex sent us into the welcoming arms of our local Y. And so the story of the Y’s impact in our life will continue. I huge thanks to all those that keep the core of our community growing, active, and together through working at our local YMCAs.

Brrr…

Another thanks to our furnace. It is not a person or group of people but I am sure thankful that it has not given up on the demand of keeping us warm and safe. With wind chills in the -50s at night and the actual temps during the days (with the sun shining) at -30 degrees, I feared the loss of heat in our home. These days have shown me the value of a comfortable and safe home to dwell in and come home to.

And Minnesotans are certainly good at hunkering down, being patient, and entertaining themselves (incredible talent in crafting and woodworking, often displayed at craft fairs and farmer’s markets throughout the year) while they wait for the fierce cold to move on. You must know too that Minnesota in the summer can reach 100 degrees and with very high humidity.

These Minnesotans are flexible and find ways to enjoy all the normal Minnesota temps and outdoor activities. I find it funny that it is NORMAL to leave your boat, camper, snowmobile, ice house, and regular trailer parked throughout your yard. Minnesotans love the outdoors and love to play. Friday afternoons everyone leaves town to go north to play, winter or summer. And don’t you dare plan anything on the fishing opener weekend or hunting season, everyone will be gone with plans to play with family.

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Minnesotans haven’t complained about the Polar Vortex, just made funny jokes and found ways to wait out the frigid temperatures. Thanks Minnesota, for your kind and patient culture.

This 30-day series is a quest for me as a writer, coach, and runner. I promise to write about running for 30 days in a row. In doing so I intend to gain in knowledge and expression of running and daily life. My hope is that we all grow together.

Not Just a Daily Run

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A daily run is so much more than just a few miles on a road, it is the peaceful moments that cultivate who I am.

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Many miles into my 6 am weekday run I spy an older woman in her dark long pants and white shirt. Sheltered by a sunhat she is bent over engrossed within her morning work of weeding. Her box of tools consisting of a spade, hoe, and trowel was within feet of her position. She never looked up, just kept bent over, nurturing her garden. The hot August sun did not give her a break even in the early morning hours. We were the two lonely people out working in the morning air as the early sun rose.

I was caught off guard because she was in a huge field that at a one person weeding rate would be endless. Why was she working so hard at something so repetitive and vast that it seemed meaningless?

Suddenly, I was struck by the reality that I too was a lonely gardener weeding my vast field.  Having not seen another runner in the town at that early morning hour for the past week. I was that one runner that encircled the small Minnesota town without skipping a wake-up call. Each step was another weed pulled, each morning's run was another row in the field.  With each November becoming my fall season of harvest.  The planning of the spring,  hot summer runs, and the never giving up attitude of a sport that goes for all 12 months, is my gardening.

Many would have driven their cars quickly by on their way to work without even a glance over the field.  No one would notice a lonely gardener in a field that machines should tend to. Her work only had meaning for herself.  As my work only has meaning for myself, valuing my own harvest without performances worthy of notice.

I was adding up 12,000 weeds pulled or steps taken each morning.  Why was I so diligent at this meaningless or meaningful work? After each breath in, I was breathing out stress, frustration, sadness, and worry. Without those releases, I would be bound and chained by my life's disappointments and inconsistencies.  The release of expectations and the birth of new creative solutions made my day approachable.  By halfway through my hour tending my garden, my body, I felt alive again. I could see beauty and knew my diligence would reap rewards. 

My 6am gardener in a sunhat with her garden tools near at hand and I are one and the same.  When I rise in the dark and kept moving toward the door and trail beckoning my name, my gardener and I rise together, step together, knowing that our diligence will reap the fall harvest.

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Not alone in my vast garden.

Welcome to Minnesota

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YES, Minnesotans are Minnesota NICE.

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There is always one kid that won't smile for the family picture.

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All customer care centers should be based out of Minnesota.  Everyone is nice.  I mean super nice! I would have waited another 20 minutes for the DMV specialist because she was so genuine and caring.  The school employees, check out boy at Target, post office clerk, gymnastic coordinator, and the ticket receiver at the Minnesota State Fair (biggest in the nation) are so, well, kind.  I love you Minnesotans and your nice attitudes.  You make me a better person after interacting with you.

Beginning of packing 2 Uhauls

So you got the hint that we packed up our family of six and moved back to Minnesota.  My husband and I met in college at Minnesota State University, Mankato in 2000.  We had our first son in Mankato in a wintery March of 2002.  We moved from MN to IL to NY. However the time came for us to return to our roots and finish raising the kids where we grew up, the Midwest.

Photo Bombed by a muscly teenager during out first evening in the Midwest.

Sorry for the long pause in blog writing, I have thought of you very often and have yearned to set out my thoughts on running and life before you.  Summers are always full of play and adventure. However, with the school year starting, I am able to carve out writing time.  I am so looking forward to sharing my constant new revelations and experiences.  So watch out Freedom to Run blog, Minnesota style is coming your way.

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Stay tuned, wait, is that even a relevant saying anymore, what is tuned? Perhaps a better saying would be to check your email for musings.