There are many memories that seemingly sneak up on me. But as of late, his memory has been especially present, his absence painful. The fact is - I miss him. If you choose to read the enclosed, which is from early 2011, you may learn something about me, and what we, meant to one another. Who should NOT read: people who think 3 years is too long to write about lose, love and the missing of a loved one; anyone who thinks this type of exercise would be viewed as 'living in the past' by revisiting writings from long ago; and those who believe one should simply rise from the ashes in some kind of lost love resurrection. A phoenix I've never claimed to be.
My training partner is tireless, never grumbles, never heads home early and always beats me in a sprint across the park. Born with a marathoner's heart, he can run all day. Of course I can whip him on the bike and in the pool, but I have to admit I have an unfair advantage. His little legs don't quite reach the pedals and his Siberian breeding means that he never really wanted to learn how to swim.
When I first met Butch, he was a skinny little pup with ears and paws way to big for his fluffy little body. He quickly won me over with his piercing blue eyes and his endless puppy kisses. Watching him over the years, I have realized something: We human athletes just might have it all wrong. Our canine friends may hold the secret to health, happiness and optimal endurance training.
I have never seen anyone as excited to get up for a morning run as Butch. Being a dog, his life is pretty routine: run, eat, sleep, chew on stuff, eat, sleep and so on. But Butch bounds out of bed like there is no end to the wonderful possibilities that might be in store for the day. Like humans, dogs crave the structure of a daily routine, but in Butch's mind, every day is a potential lottery-winning day.
Dogs have an instinctual need to exercise every day; otherwise they become destructive and antisocial. I find it hard to believe that humans have evolved so much that this doesn't apply to us as well. Many of us have just become better at suppressing the instinct.
Butch treats his exercise sessions like a reward. All day he looks forward to the time when he can go running and he takes full advantage of every minute outdoors. He runs and plays hard and then he stops when he's tired. It may be simplistic, but there are worse models which to base your training program. Too often training becomes a chore rather than a reward. If only we could re-frame in our mind the idea that the track workout is really just a giant game of tag and a chance to run around outside with our friends.
If Butch had a motto, it would be, "Run long; nap often." Dogs don't have coffee or deadlines and responsibilities; their days are instead dictated by their internal clock and therefore are more in tune with their bodily needs. When Butch is tired, he doesn't grab a latte and keep plugging away. He flops on his rug and takes a nap, belly exposed and feet twitching as he dreams of chasing squirrels. It's not always feasible at the office, but if you have the choice between a quick nap and a double shot, take the nap.
If there is one thing that dogs have mastered, it is nutrition. After every run Butch diligently laps up a few ounces of H2O, in keeping with his instinctual need for hydration. And every time we return from a run, without fail he trots past his food bowl to make sure no one has secretly slipped in a treat while he was away. No one taught dogs about the glycogen window, but millions of years of "eat or be eaten" still resides in the mind of even the most complacent dog. Of course, he is not the choosiest eater, outside of what he is supposed to eat, he chows down anything that looks delicious only to barfs it up in the back yard an hour later. So perhaps we should use caution with the eat-like-a-dog example.
While many may think of dogs as impulsive, haphazard trainers, they actually demonstrate in their daily lives the components of a complete training regime: endurance, speed, agility and even mental skills.
Dogs seem to have an inexhaustible and innate optimism toward life from which human athletes could benefit. Even though he was not breed for smarts, Butch still chases after the cute whippet at the dog park. He won't ever catch her, but he never stops trying. Hierarchies exist within packs of dogs that may seem arbitrary from the outside. Sometimes the Chawawa rules over the Great Dane with an iron fist. So go chase that greyhound, even if you feel like you're more of a St. Bernard. Sometimes the race doesn't always go to the fastest dog but rather the one that just keeps on running.
This time of year I often reflect on the things, large and small, I feel are in need of change or the things that are important to me. There are times or occasions in life that ask me to ponder things such as "the hourglass turning now into the past". These occasions can pull at the fibers of who I am, even though it's part of life itself.
There are few things impacting my daily life that don't leave me with second thoughts. Trust me when I say Butch has an impact on my daily life. But he may be one of the only things that has never left me second guessing. Never! Not once! Now he has the ability to anger me, don't get me wrong. But every day as he nudges me with that wet nose or cuts me with those piercing blue eyes, everyday is better because he is around.
As Butch begins to show age, I have had to limit his long runs. About an hour best suits his body where he at one time was running as long as 2.5 hours or up to 18 miles. Seeing his bodies need to slow down pulls at my heart, but his spirit has never wavered. His endless zest for life is still intact.
In the end Butch is a dog. What I mean by that is, in the grand scheme of things his role in my life is relatively small. This has brought into focus the fact that I to often let the little things in life be over shadowed by life itself. So thank you Butch for yet another life lesson learned.
Well got to go…Someone is resting his head on my knee. It must be time to head out the door.
I love to take photographs. While it can be hard to organize photos, it can be joy-filled to fish through them in an effort to categorize or frame them to remember those lost. I find it soothing to "see" them each time I walk past and sometimes I stop to take a closer look.
