Showing posts with label chicago marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chicago marathon. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Thrive in Unfavorable Conditions - July 9, 2025

Thrive in Unfavorable Conditions



In my last blog, Peaks and Valleys, I mentioned how Chicagoland has been experiencing a heat wave these past weeks of summer. This has made for some very unfavorable temps for runners training for the Chicago Marathon on October 12, 2025. As I look at my lawn, and basically everyone’s in the neighborhood, it’s brown and hasn’t really moved any closer to the sun in about two weeks. When I place my foot on it, there is a brittleness I can feel through my eardrums and I immediately think how this is not the yard I would have gotten grass stains from as a kid. The only things that seem to be growing are the unattractive weeds and crabgrass that thrive in these unfavorably parched conditions. 


As I finished my four-miler I walked to the side of my house and saw something that clutched my eye. Five vibrant pink roses, close together, high above any of the weeds making their statement, declared their dominance. It was an amazing sight, not something I was expecting, but needed. 


These five roses don’t care that the current spiced temperatures are not what they typically thrive in. It doesn’t matter to them that they are lacking the proper amount of hydration to prosper. These five roses agreed to use teamwork and said, “Screw it, we’re not going dormant, let’s show everyone and everything how beautiful and strong we are together.” 


Throughout life, we all will find ourselves in a drought, gasping for water to quench our thirst and find shelter from the temperatures that are draining the moisture out of our bodies. We will find ourselves slowing, crawling, and dragging our bodies against the sharp, crisp blades of grass. Our mind will begin to tell us that it’s no use, just give up, stop clawing at the Earth, trying to move forward. It’s during these times we must think of the five pink roses. We must find and rely on our team, knowing they bring strength when we may not feel it inside. Together, we will rise up and stand strong and thrive despite the unfavorable circumstances we may find ourselves in. We must remember that it’s not the environment surrounding us that determines our growth, but ourselves. 


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Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Peaks & Valleys - July 1, 2025

 Peaks & Valleys




A few weeks ago I kicked off my official training for the Chicago Marathon which will take place on Sunday, October 12, 2025. This will be my 8th running of Chicago, and one thing that I have learned is that no two runs are ever the same. 


Chicagoland, much like the rest of the country, has been experiencing a heat wave these last few weeks. Even with lacing up and getting out the door by 6:00 am, the humidity is disgusting, leaving you feeling like you’re running endraped in a wet blanket. This heat and humidity will naturally force a runner to take a slower pace most times. Every once in a while I’ll finish a run through Hell’s Furnace, glance down at my watch to have my sweat filled eyeballs jump out of my skull while my jaw dives like it’s wearing concrete filled boots towards the ground to see a pace I was not expecting. Then the next day, pretty much the same temps and humidity, a pace slower than a turtle crossing a four-lane road. 


Many of my runs have been of the latter mentioned. What I’ve noticed while I’m grinding through them, whether it’s a three-miler or a nine, there is always a pattern. I feel great and am grateful to get to run every day. Then my legs will feel heavy, my lungs searching for a good, deep breath, sweat engulfing my body, my mind asking me if this is even worth it and reminding me that I didn’t hydrate properly, I ate too much junk, I’m getting too old for this running thing. Then, I’ll be back to enjoying the time on my feet in the neighborhood, again sharing gratitude that I am able to and get to run. 


These phases of my runs, they always differ. Sometimes I’ll be in the euphoric, blessed state for 90% of the run, while other times I’m in the pain cave for a majority of the time my feet are pitter-pattering against the warm concrete. These different phases, I call them my peaks and valleys. The highs are when I’m at the peak, soaring above everything else, overlooking the beauty of this world. The lows, those are when I’m in the valley, fighting through the trenches when all I can see is dirt and shadows, fighting the inner dialogue in my head. 


As I was running 6 this morning, I was out of the valley pretty quick, only lasting a minute or two in there. As I was summiting the peak, inching towards the end of my run, I asked myself why I thought every run always ends at a peak and not a valley? Looking back throughout my life, I could not remember one single run that ended in a valley. As I was finishing, about to stand on that peak today, hands in the air and a smile covering my face, I realized why. The valleys that are traveled through during a run, they’re just a path to get to the peak. We need the valleys, they are a necessity to travel from peak to peak. By finishing a run, by completing the mileage that was stated to run for that day, we fight through those valleys. By not staying in the valley shows our character, our determination, our drive to keep fighting, knowing that the valley we’re currently in is only a path, a route, and not our destination. 


The next time you’re on a run and find yourself in a valley, remember it’s only temporary. Don’t stop, keep moving forward and you will find that peak. And if you’re not a runner, still remember this, because I’m not talking about running here. 


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Wednesday, October 17, 2018

The Mentor

The Mentor 
October 12, 2018 
Michael Earnshaw
@mearnshaw158



Everyone needs a mentor, but not everyone can be a mentor. When choosing, or serving as one, it’s important to hold a few key characteristics. Mentors must provide guidance, be active listeners, collaborate to help solve issues, and pose reflective questioning for their mentee. No matter how long one has been in the game, everyone can, and will, benefit from a strong mentor.  

A few months back I was participating in a Twitter chat and we were posed the question, “Who is your mentor?” Without hesitation I responded with, “My wife!” My wife is my mentor for my role as a lead learner and Principal. There are many work situations that arise that I will not address until I get home and check with her. I believe that with her not thinking of the “best practices” that schools implement, and instead, thinking as not only a parent, but as a parent of a child with special needs, helps to give me perspectives I never would have thought of on my own coming from an education background.

On October 7, 2018, I came to realize that my wife is not only my mentor for work, but for life. She has never run more than 13.1 miles at a time, but on this cold, dreary, rainy day, she proved to be the best mentor I could ask for while running my 4th Chicago Marathon.  

I don’t care what anyone says, but no matter how many times one runs a marathon, they’re never truly ready. Yes, training and diet have been put in, but there are always factors that can change the expected outcome.  

The mentoring began on the evening of October 6, 2018 after coming home from a scrumptious pasta dinner provided by my sister-in-law. As I was getting my gear ready for race day morning my wife asked how I was feeling. I told her I was nervous. She knew what about, but her response was, “Well what are you nervous about?” I explained taking the train by myself, not knowing which stop to get off at, and the cold, breezy, rainy weather we were expecting. She knew there was more. Instead of just stating the obvious, she asked, “Is that it? Anything else?” I began to explain that I was nervous about the run. Honestly, this training season was less than stellar. I had great intentions at the beginning, but as the extremely warm and humid summer was in full effect, I found myself skipping many runs while pretending to be a pro pool volleyball player in our friend’s backyard. Healthy eating was out the window as well. I kept telling myself, “You’ve run this before, you got it. Start fresh Monday.” Well, one Monday turned into another, and then another. I got runs in, but not like I should have. My wife knew this, but still had me reflect and answer honestly. She responded with, “This probably won’t be your best time, but you will finish, and that’s ok. You’ll know what to do differently if you choose to run again.”  

The day of the race went worse than expected. The train ride I was nervous about was fine, but after I got through marathon security my left foot decided to go deep sea diving in a puddle. Before the race even started my sock and shoe were soaked. I was in Wave 1, so I was able to get an early start. About 1.5 miles in I began to feel a blister that had already formed on my toe. Guess which foot? Yep, the left. The pain was already borderline excruciating and my mind had already made up how the next 24 miles would go.  

Throughout the first 13.1 miles my watch displayed texts from my mentor like, “You’re doing great! Way to go! Keep it up!” I was able to see her and my friends at the halfway mark. She asked how it was going, how was I feeling? I responded, “Not good. My toe is killing me, I already feel a blister which is causing me to run funny and now everything in my right leg hurts.” She asked if I wanted a change of socks that she brought, but I refused since it had started raining again and they would just get soaked within a few minutes. We exchanged a kiss and she told me I'm doing fine and it’s ok if I needed to walk. Up to that point I hadn’t.  

The next mile my legs felt like lead and all I kept hearing over my music was my mentor's voice, “...it’s ok if you need to walk.” And that was the beginning of my demise. Once I started walking for a few feet I could never get back into a running groove. The next 11 miles were a combo of walking and jogging. Yes, I said it, jogging.  

Around mile 16 I actually contemplated quitting, but then I realized I didn’t even know where I was and it would be miles to get back to where I was going to meet my mentor afterwards. Plus, how could I quit when I’ve always taught my kids that once you commit to something you must see it through. I kept chugging along and came to the decision that my marathon career would be over after this one.  

I crossed the finish line in 4:29:27. I know, that’s not a bad time, and finishing a marathon, let alone in those dreary conditions, is an accomplishment. I’m upset with myself. Upset with my lack of training, lack of diet, and the ego I had all training season that I would be fine since I've run 3 marathons before. I let myself down.  

That night, in the comfort of our home, my mentor asked, “How are you feeling?” When I explained how I was upset with myself she didn’t respond with an, “I told you so.” Instead she asked, “Well, what do you need to change? Do you want to continue running like this? If so, what do you need to do differently?” She knew the answers to all these questions, she always does. But being the great mentor she is, she put the questions on me so I must self-reflect.  

My wish is that as school leaders we all remember what it means to be an effective mentor: provide guidance, active listening, collaboration to help solve issues, and pose reflective questioning. As leaders we serve as mentors to many, and may also be in charge of finding additional mentors for those we serve. 

My mentor has all these characteristics and uses them with all aspects of my life.  This has made me a better leader, servant, husband, father, runner, and individual. I can’t thank her enough and will be looking to her for the 2019 Chicago Marathon and many more lifetimes together. I hope you find yours.