The
marathon is a 26-mile journey towards rawness, as layer after quotidian layer
gets peeled off.
Or, as others have expressed it, regarding marathons or ultra-marathons:
- "you're
just beat up. It really strips you down to the core." - Scott Jurek,
in an interview after his Appalachian Trail speed record.
- "The
Marathon rattles you to the core. It deconstructs your very essence, stripping
away all your protective shields and exposing your inner soul." - Dean
Karnazes, in his piece, The
Marathon.
- "They
use their bodies to grow their souls." - Leah Jurek, the then-wife of
Scott Jurek, in writing about Brian Morrison
and the 2006 Western States 100-Mile Endurance Run.
Though it
has been almost two years since I had completed that 7-day BOSS (Boulder Outdoor Survival School) Field Course in southern
Utah, I still vividly remember the cultural shock when I returned home and then
when I got back to the office. The desert still lingers. But, more, the feelings
from that week, which were not specific to the geography and which have existed, for me, in one form or another going back decades; those
feelings had become, as a result, perhaps more deeply internalized. Or, perhaps
it's the converse. Perhaps those feelings had become more immediate, more
palpable, because that week had peeled away many, many layers.
A BOSS
course and a marathon are journeys, both literal and metaphorical. In the first
three parts of “BOSS, the ultimate
cross-training,” I covered the physical and mental aspects of this journey (part1, part 2, part 3).
In this part 4, I want to touch on the spiritual journey that is a BOSS
course and a marathon.
What do I
mean by “spiritual”? The Varieties of Scientific Experience: a personal view of the search for god is a posthumous collection of essays by Carl Sagan, based on his 1985 Gifford Lectures given at
the University of Glasgow. The first chapter is “Nature and Wonder: A
Reconnaissance of Heaven.” In it, Sagan said, “By far the best way I know to engage the religious
sensibility, the sense of awe, is to look up on a clear night." (See Maria
Popova’s digest of these Sagan essays.)
I had noted in part 3 the awe-inspiring starry sky during that first shivering night of “Impact” of
the BOSS course. I was struggling so hard with the cold that I didn’t even
think to reach for my camera. But, here is a photo of the Milky Way over the
Needles District of Canyonlands National Park (from the International Dark-Sky Association),
which is not too far from where we had slept--or at least tried to sleep--that
first night. Of course, the photo does not even come close to what I actually saw, but
it does give an indication. Perhaps, it was precisely because I was shivering
almost uncontrollably and, thus, was not thinking but rather just sensing that
it had felt like being one with nature. Or, as William James defined religion:
a “feeling of being at home in the Universe.”
That is
why I so look forward to each of my Sunday morning, communing-with-nature, long runs. Unless it's actually dangerous out there (e.g., lightning), I pretty much follow that well-known though unofficial U.S. Postal Service
creed, "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night …” (well, minus
the gloom of night part). That is also why running with a headset is, to me, oxymoronic.
Perhaps
the second best way to Sagan’s clear night sky, to engage the sense of awe, is
to look out on a clear day at the immensity of nature. On the last full day of the
BOSS course, the 12 of us students group navigated to our final destination. The
following photo shows one of our intermediate target locations, with the most
spectacular view of the week, looking generally east into Colorado, some 200 miles away. We were all still looking at the maps and debating
exactly where we were, when someone said, “Hey, guys, turn around and look!” I
could have just sat there for the rest of the day and communed.
Thich
Nhat Hanh, in his book, Living Buddha, Living Christ, wrote that monastic life should
not be too comfortable, so as not to hinder spiritual growth. Really taking
that to heart are the Tendai Buddhist monks of Mount Hiei of Japan, also known
as the “marathon monks.” In their quest for enlightenment, these monks are required
to complete a 1,000-day challenge (Kaihōgyō),
at the end of which they “enter a darkened room where they spend nine days
without food, water or sleep. The idea is to bring the body as close as
possible to death.” (See Way of the Runner by Adharanand Finn.) According to one of these marathon monks, “the constant
movement for 1,000 days gives you lots of time to think about this, to reflect
on your life. It is a type of meditation through movement. That is why you
shouldn’t go too fast. It is a time to meditate on life, on how you should
live.” (See also Running with the Mind of Meditation by Sakyong Mipham.)
A bit
less demanding (J) was that nine-mile "surprise" hike, at the end of our BOSS week, from where we had
thought was the *end* of the course all the way back to BOSS in Boulder. Though our bodies were
not quite as close to death, we were all deeply fatigued. Under a clear June
starry night sky, those nine miles were borderline hallucinatory.
Emil Zátopek,
a Czechoslovak long-distance runner, the only person to win the 5K, 10K, and
marathon in the same Olympics (1952 Summer, Helsinki), once said, “If you want
to run, run a mile. If you want to experience a different life, run a marathon.”
Dean Karnazes later modified that to “If you want to run, run a mile. If you
want to experience a different life, run a marathon. If you want to talk to
God, run an ultra.”
I think
my fellow students would agree with my modification: “If you want to hike,
hike a mile. If you want to experience a different life, go on a BOSS journey.”
A BOSS
course, a marathon, and life in general, they are all journeys, not destinations.
Even in a relatively short 7-day Field Course, the BOSS journey that I took has been life-changing.
I would love to someday go on the 28-day version of the course!
The desert still lingers. I can still hear Jessie
shouting out to me, that clear southern Utah night, that I've gone past the
entrance to BOSS.