Monday, April 21, 2014

Yeah, She's Kind of a Big Deal.

Darcee successfully completed her second Boston Marathon and was pretty disappointed with her time--3 hours and 58 minutes.   She had leg cramps at mile 11 and was almost forced to drop out of the race.  In true Darcee form, she gutted it out and proved to all, her raw grit and determination by finishing.  

I reminded her of my experience at age 24 when  I was in the best shape of my life and came to understand that I would never have what it takes to qualify for the Boston Marathon.  I took the PT test for the military in ROTC and could do nearly 200 push-ups in 2 minutes and 100 sit-ups in 2 minutes, but my 2 mile run was less than stellar.  At the time, an ROTC friend of mine was training to qualify for the Boston Marathon.  I casually mentioned  to him, "Maybe I should train with you and qualify as well."  His response shocked me, "Dude, you might be somewhat athletic, but you don't have what it takes to qualify for the Boston Marathon--you're too heavy and much too slow."  I was dumbfounded. I reasoned: It's just running. How hard can it be?  After all, it's just a long race.  At the time, I had just successfully completed 4 years of college wrestling.  I ran every day to maintain my weight. I weighed 175-180 lbs. and could bench nearly 300 lbs.  I had no problem regularly running 3-5 miles.  He explained, "It's not about how strong you are, or even how fit you are; it's about running fast for a very long period of time. Sorry to say, but not everyone can do that--no matter how athletic they might be.  I just don't see you running well enough to qualify." I was more than a little perturbed, so I got a copy of the qualifying standards of the Boston Marathon in 1981, ostensibly to prove him wrong.  I was in awe at what it took to just qualify.

Out of curiosity and just for fun I ran in a couple of 10K races.  My times were awful. The qualifying times haven't changed much since 1981.  They were ridiculously hard in 1981 and they are even more so now.

After her race today, I reassured her, "Darc, most of us would be elated to even have a chance to compete in the Boston Marathon. The likelihood of me qualifying are somewhere between nil and remote."  To confirm my thoughts on this, I looked up the qualifying standards for the 2014 Boston Marathon which are listed below:

Age     Men     Women
18-34   3:05       3:35
35-39   3:10       3:40
40-44   3:15       3:45
45-49   3:25       3:55
50-54   3:30       4:00
55-59   3:40       4:10
60-64   3:55       4:25
65-69   4:10       4:40
70-74   4:25       4:55
75-79   4:40       5:10
80+      4:55       5:25

Visually impaired: 5:00

I think she felt a little better after we talked about the qualifying times.  I reminded her about my first and only marathon--the most venerable Leavenworth Marathon--Oktoberfest (where drinking dark ale is as much of the event as running) and that I officially retired from the sport following this event.  Although my time was an embarrassing 5 hours and 5 minutes, I was entirely satisfied with my time--enough so that I felt comfortable retiring.  I thought, "Yep, check that one off my list and move on to something a little more pleasurable and interesting."  As we reviewed the qualifying standards, Darcee astutely noted that with a time of 5 hours and 5 minutes, I would need to be either visually impaired or a 75 year-old woman in order to qualify. 

Yeah, she's kind of a big deal, having qualified for the Boston Marathon the last 3 years! 

Monday, February 24, 2014

When in Doubt, Whip it Out

Some of you might be uncomfortable, slightly disturbed or intrigued by the title of this blog post. Look no further, for I have a perfectly normal explanation.

Its something my Dad says constantly.

Not sure if you know someone, but you think you do and you're too far away to be sure?
When in doubt, whip it out! (your hand for the wave)

Not sure if you are supposed to be dancing on the dance floor?
When in doubt, whip it out! (your dance moves of course)

Not sure if you should buy that new Arcteryx jacket, those skis, the 6-man tent, some running shoes and a new fishing pole when you're at REI?
When in doubt, whip it out! (your credit card)

Not sure if you should antagonize the lady at the hot chocolate stand with a weird and slightly inappropriate joke?
When in doubt, whip it out! (your obviously funny jokes)

I could go on, but you get the idea.

My Dad is clearly a man of few, put poignant words.
A man willing to do and say what most shy away from.
He has and will go where no one is comfortable with the level of awkwardness, personal safety, inappropriate dance moves and adrenaline. 

He is ... the Wolverine on steroids.

A "normal" Wolverine would attack a bear with confidence, climb a mountain with nothing but a Viagra to help with the altitude sickness, and enjoy flexing its claws and muscles in front of nothing but the sun and its natural surroundings. 

My Dad/Wolverine would attack that bear with confidence and while he finished him off, he would recite Og Mandino, several weird unhumorous "jokes of the day," from his iPad and some of his most macho family mottos (Scratch and Claw! Big Dogs to the Top, etc)

My Dad/Wolverine not only takes the Viagra with gusto, but feels no shame when spooning with my husband in a two-man tent halfway up Rainier.

My Dad/Wolverine surely enjoys flexing his muscles and claws in front of nobody. But what he enjoys most is flexing those muscles and claws in front of EVERYBODY, but especially the SheWolf. No amount of flattery gets old for the Wolverine. You see, if its true ... its not bragging.

He can take down 30 year olds in Jiu Jitsu tournaments and then come home and proudly show off his gorgeous flower arrangements at church.
He can climb, bike, ski, ride, fish and hike every surface of the planet and then come home and still have time to chase his grandkids and play "chubby dwarves."
He can starve himself to make weight for wrestling tournaments and then come home and suggest another Diners, Drive-ins and Dives restaurant.
He is generous, fair, smart, silly, interesting, weird, funny, awkward, tough, tender, strong, and his personal favorite, romantic.

He is clearly not your average Wolverine.
And today is the pinnacle of his Birthday Month, his actual birthday. 

Happy Birthday to the greatest Dad/Grandpa/Wolverine we know!
My kids can say it better than I can:

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Guitars and Hot Girls!

To celebrate Shea's 24th birthday I thought I would share a story from his youth regarding something he truly loves--his guitar.

When Shea was a young man I insisted that he play a musical instrument. He had refused to play any instrument in the school band, or take piano lessons.  So, in an effort to help him appreciate music I bought him an electric guitar for his 12th birthday and signed him up for guitar lessons.  He was initially an uninspired music student.  However, he was dutiful to practice--which is to say, when I would hound him, he would reluctantly practice.  That is until one magical day, when Shea was practicing his guitar in the den and one of Sydney's very cute (and slightly older than Shea) girlfriends peeked into the den and exclaimed, "Shea, I didn't know you played the guitar?!" Embarrassed, Shea apologized, "Yeah, but I'm not very good yet."  "I think you're great!", she gushed.  I could see the magical wheels of opposite-sex-attraction-logic immediately and inescapably start to crank in Shea's head: This is a very hot girl.  She likes boys who can play the guitar.  I can play the guitar.  If I can learn to really rock a guitar, hot girls will like me.  From that moment, it was GAME ON with the guitar for Shea!  Seriously, I don't ever again remember pleading with Shea to practice his guitar.  He knew what was at stake--hot girls!

Shea was born 24 years ago today.  He has been such a joy for our family.  He is very motivated to succeed in life.  He is well spoken and relates in a genuine fashion with others. Shea, like his mother, is an excellent listener, which makes him an excellent conversationalist. 

As a member of the Honors Program at Utah Valley University, he works hard at his studies and has such a bright future ahead of him.  We are anxious to see everything that life has in store for him.  This past year he has been doing research for a psychology professor whose paper was chosen for presentation at an international conference in Stockholm, Sweden.  Shea was invited to attend this conference as a reward for all of his hard work.  To say we are pleased as punch would be an understatement.

I am proud of his successful completion of his mission to Raleigh, North Carolina and know that he worked hard as a missionary.  In many ways serving a state-side mission is harder than serving in a foreign country.  Shea worked hard and exhibited a great attitude.  Since his return from his mission, he has been singularly dedicated to his studies, which gives us great confidence about this future, and his ability to earn a living and be an excellent provider for his family.  He's such a winner and has been everything that any parent could possibly hope for in a son. 

Despite the crazy hair and surly attitude of Shea's adolescence, at his core, he was always a very obedient and helpful young man.  He earned his Eagle Scout (totally on his own) and did his assigned chores.  And while Shea loathed some of the crazy adventures that I forced him into as a young man, one of my greatest joys is that he now wants to hang out with me, and that he actually looks forward to our amazing and physically challenging adventures.   We started sailing lessons last year and are hopeful this summer will provide lots of opportunities for sailing, climbing and fishing, not to mention a very memorable trip to Stockholm to help Shea celebrate his commitment to academic excellence. 

So, on this special day, it's time for a very Happy Birthday Shout Out to a handsome young man that still understands, the boy who can rock the guitar gets hot girls!

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Best For Last?

Talking with Lil D on New Year's Day reminded me how much I have missed her this past year, and so a blog post about my ruminations of a most remarkable daughter seems necessary.

I hate to launch into a major family argument, but every family battles with hurt feelings, jealousies and frustration over how the youngest child is treated.  This age old dilemma has been compounded for our family because Lil D bears my name.  While her siblings point to this as an obvious sign of favoritism, Lil D reminds them that being saddled with the name of a balding, middle-aged, socially  awkward man who is entirely lacking an appropriate filter has been no picnic, regardless of the superior moniker with which she was blessed.  For example, consider the challenges of A Boy Named Sue in Johnny Cash's blockbuster hit from 1969.  Darel has borne her burden remarkably well.  To be sure, her name presented challenges in school along with serious questions from friends,  "Are you okay having a boy's name?" "What's it like having your dad's name?  And the best of all, "What's wrong with your dad?!" One specific experience while a student at BYU illustrated this problem:  Darel attempted to register for a Women's Studies class and was denied entry, supposedly because the registrar assumed she was a male student. 

Despite the disadvantage of going through life with a male name, the weight of which must surely feel like a boat anchor at times, she has excelled at everything she has attempted.   She is spoken to by everyone because she speaks to everyone.  She counts everyone as her friend because she is friendly with everyone. And she is loved by everyone because she loves everyone. Her siblings have noticed (read here criticized) a certain naiveté quality about her that borders on ignorance; but it is this very quality that people find so endearing, and which creates an approachability that intimidates none, and attracts all.  This might help explain her election victory as ASB President in high school, and her selection as Homecoming Queen.  While she is beautiful and smart, this does not begin to explain why she was so popular in high school, and in life.   She is unpretentious and works hard to appear prosaic, even though she has literally traveled the globe.  She genuinely loves people and it shows.   She is smart enough to have doors opened, and humble enough to appreciate her opportunities.

Following Shea's graduation and departure for college, Darel was left as an only child in our home for several years.  While her siblings were missed, Sheila and I enjoyed the one-on-one time we had with Darel.  She would meet us every Friday night for date night and have dinner with us at restaurants all over town.  Thus, she is accustomed to fine food and is not intimidated by any dining establishment's environment.  We can only apologize to her siblings that Darel enjoyed a remarkable three year run as toast of the town and our special guest for many intimate evenings. 

One of my favorite qualities about Lil D is how much she loves being at home and chilling with her siblings.  She is a remarkable aunt to her nieces and nephews, especially Keith.  He loved her because she spent time with him and just loved him.  I will forever cherish the image of Keith, begging Darel, "Diwol, can I ride your tail?" And then watching "Diwol" pull the grandkids around the house on the hardwood and tile floors on her blanket.  They all love her because she is one of them. 

She has immeasurable gifts, but sometimes finds herself anxious over whether she has the ability to succeed.  I think she realized she was in for a very challenging adventure when she entered the MTC.  As we approached the entrance to the MTC, she pleaded, "Dad, don't drive into the drive just yet.   I'm not ready!  Oh my gosh, what did I get myself into?!"  It was separation anxiety in overdrive.   I reminded her, "Daniel walked into the lions' den and didn't fear; Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego walked into the fiery furnace and did not doubt; and Joseph Smith accepted the challenge of translating of golden plates with complete confidence, despite not knowing anything about Reformed Egyptian!  Surely, you can walk into the MTC, a place where you will be loved and welcomed.  Never doubt!  Never fear!  Always have courage!"  Her reply spoke legions to me, "Okay, I can do this!", which she kept repeating as we dropped her off.  I have never been more proud of her.  Well, that was until I began to receive her letters from the Philippines and it became clear that her fear was not about leaving home, but rather the very real challenge of living in a foreign country and having to speak a strange language without her parents to guide her and protect her.   It's not just the deprivation of physical comforts, it's the stark cultural differences, the inability to communicate and the wild culinary adventures that have imposed on Darel the need to mature very quickly.

I think back to our first trip to Paris when Lil D was still in junior high school and I realized then her adaptability and vulnerability, all at once.  Upon arrival, we immediately set out for the Arc de Triomphe.  The intent was to find a restaurant and have lunch on the Champs de  Elysee. We had been in Paris for less than an hour and we lost her. She simply disappeared. Sheila and were panicked. Paris is a very big and scary place.  We were all combing the shops, cafes and streets where we last saw her.  She casually reappeared 30 minutes later sporting a very stylish scarf.  "Where have you been?" I demanded. "And where, and how, did you buy that scarf?"  "Oh, its easy Dad, you just find something you like and give them some money and they give you back your change.  You don't even have to speak the language!"  Yes, in a word, naive! But also courageous!

Sheila and I have commented over the years what a special child Darel is.  She is so natural with people and makes friends easily.  I'm sure this is helping her tremendously as a missionary.  We can see different, but equally special qualities in all of our children.  We have been so blessed in our home life and in our family relationships.  I loved going to Darcee's basketball games and seeing how tenacious she was on the court.  This gift is continuing to bless her life and her family.  I have loved talking politics, languages and world geography with Chelsea, and was thrilled when she had the courage to follow her dream and go to grad school in London.  Sydney was a joy to watch in soccer and basketball.  She has more natural talent than just about anyone I know.   She makes me laugh, and her enthusiasm for life and her willingness to try everything continues to amaze and inspire me.  One of my great privileges in life was to coach my son Shea in wrestling.  I know it was hard for him, but I think we both learned a lot.  He is smart and motivated to succeed with so many amazing opportunities on the horizon. I think it's clear that I love all of my children equally, but in different ways.  I feel that I have enjoyed special relationships and experiences with each of them.  And so, naturally I get defensive when they argue about whose Dad's favorite. In the end, Darel's argument is hard to refute, "It's obvious Mom and Dad saved the best for last and that's why I got Dad's name!"  I don't know about that, but I do know that Darel, like her siblings, is a most remarkably talented, beautiful and gifted child, of whom we could not be more proud. 

Darel's missionary picture

 The sibs
 This smile says it all!
At the temple with Lil D.