Football and distance running

With the Super Bowl coming up, the editorial board and staff of I Must Run Everywhere (me), decided to do a post about the close relationship of football and running. In addition, to commemorate the Seahawks vs. Patriots game, I carried a football on my run today.Football runnningThe two sports have many interwoven aspects. Football branched off as a distinct sport over a hundred years ago, but because of their shared background, many phrases pertaining to football have their origins in running. This is easy to see in the below comparisons.

First and 10. / First in the 10K.

His pass try fell incomplete. / He passed the guy with big feet.

First and goal. / First is my goal.

He passed 45 times in the win. / She passed 45 runners to win.

He finished off the win with a quarterback sack at the end. / She finished up the run a quarter mile back of her friend.

He appeared in court, knees on floor and said, “Let me have bail. I won’t run, Judge Tinner” / He appeared at Courtney’s door and said, “Let’s bail on our run and go have dinner.”

I was starting running back in the football game. / I started running back and my foot got lame.

A race to watch

If winning $50 sits well with you, answer the following question which has answer clues embedded: Name the major race held in early March in the Snake River Canyon in Eastern Washington which covers 13.1 miles.

My answer, River of Snakes Half of a Marathon was so close, and my disappointment at losing out on $50 is shown in the below photo.Jim saddened

If you guessed Snake River Canyon Half Marathon, you are right. Congratulations! Well-known quiz show host Sprint McDowell is delighted to award your winnings. Just download the app, Cash for Me, tap on the envelope Sprint is holding, and a slot will form on your screen. Your $50 will be dispensedSONY DSCMany Spokane runners make the two-hour drive to Wawawai on the Snake River for this flat, out-and-back race. Click here for race details.

I refuse to participate because of a bad experience I had the one time I entered. I spent a lot of money traveling to Hawaii instead of Wawawai and drove myself crazy looking for the race starting area.

The course record holder is Evan Sims, an acquaintance and member of Spokane running clubs, who ran 1:07:06 in 2012. This is a per mile pace of 5:07. I am sure Phidippides, the originator of the marathon would be delighted knowing what a very fast pace Evan ran.

However, Phidippides would cuss and do body slams in his grave if he knew race organizers regularly cut his race to just half the distance after he paid the ultimate sacrifice completing the first marathon.

Evan, who’s in his 30’s, believes he’s in his peak running years, and it won’t be long before he starts slowing down, so he’s running lots of miles in a try to break the course record. I talked to him last Thursday and he’d already run 90 miles for the week, and he doesn’t take any days off. Evan is shown leading a race in the below photo.Evan in race

However, all Evan’s work could be for naught if it’s a gusty day. This has happened to him at this race before.

I award gold stars to people who perform random acts of kindness and amazing achievement. After a person has earned 10 stars, they receive a certificate. This accomplishment is so difficult, that only two people (Jill Cameron of Frederick, MD and myself) have ever done it. If Evan achieves his goal, I will do something I’ve never done before – award a certificate even though he’s well short of ten gold stars.cert

Good luck, Evan. May the above certificate soon be in your hands.

Snatch monster at gay nightclub

Once again, this running blog won’t delve into running. However I will return to the normal running-related posts next week.

I’ve been directed to tell about my experiences as I am prepared for a future role, one aspect of which is the ability to help others in a way that is immediate and very beneficial.

To attain this, I must do many things that I would never choose to do on my own. These activities leave me vulnerable and humbled. I’m normally a cautious and quiet guy, and I once enjoyed a simple life in which mundane, everyday tasks brought me pleasure. My lifestyle now is quite different.

In this post I continue writing about going out in public dressed in a sexually suggestive way. Photos showing this style of dress are in the previous post.

As I’ve mentioned, my discarnate mentor communicates with me constantly, and when I started going out dressed this way back in 2006, my mentor labeled me the Snatch Monster, a take off on the Cookie Monster. As I was preparing to go out and while being out, my mentor nearly always addressed me this way. Calling me Snatch Monster was such a corny thing, but it eased the dread I felt, like taking a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down.

One summer I was directed to visit a gay bar repeatedly. This bar attracted a mixed crowd, and I’d been there before with groups for late night dancing. However, I was to go alone, dressed as the Snatch Monster.

I experienced what women must go through when they’re being hit on, yet have little interest in going to the next level, or even in the guy who’s hitting on them. No one was overly aggressive or rude, and I made sure to be as diplomatic as possible.

I usually danced alone in the crowd. Considering the way I was dressed, I was lucky to have no unpleasant experiences. One time though, a guy put his hands on my hips and his arm around my waist repeatedly. He tried to dance with me one-on-one, but I moved slowly away and gave him no attention whenever he came close.

Another guy, visiting from Alberta, came over as I took a break and spent several minutes talking to me. Nice guy, but I simply don’t have it in me to be sexual with men. He mentioned the nearby hotel he was staying at, and I’m sure he was waiting for me to say or give some sign that I’d go there with him. But I didn’t, and he eventually gave up.

Another time, two guys dressed in drag came over and de-shirted me on the dance floor. I couldn’t find where they put my shirt, so I spent the rest of the night dancing bare-chested with pants that were barely hanging on.

As I was about to leave, I found my shirt. It was still warm enough at 3 am to be bare chested, and as I walked along the quiet downtown street, shirt in hand, I was relieved that the long night was finally over.

So often I am dismayed about the things I have to do to satisfy my discarnate mentor. But by the next day I’m usually in a better frame of mind for my next task.

Becoming a sexual object

This is a blog about running, but today there won’t be anything about running. My “consultant” has directed me to write about a different topic.

In my last post, I mentioned how I must often go out dressed in a sexually suggestive manner. Near the end of this post are photos of myself showing what this looks like. There’s no history in American culture for this, as far as I know, so when I started, I was worried about unpleasant things happening to me.

I’m required to go out on the town often and usually alone. On days off from work and often after work, I go to coffee places, stores, nightspots, and take care of errands dressed this way. When I first started in 2006, a woman employee of a nightclub who I’d come to know well, asked me if I was all right.

Though I’ve crossed paths with people I know numerous times and attended functions where there were many acquaintances, no one within my social circle has remarked about my style of dress. It’s such an awkward topic for discussion, and I’ve never written or talked about it specifically until now.

Sometimes I’m directed to go to the mall, downtown or certain stores and pretend to shop. I’m not much of a mall person, and I don’t buy many things. But I’ve spent lots of hours walking through malls and in and out of stores while dressed in this sexually suggestive way. Sometimes I’m directed to walk from place to place along busy arterials, facing traffic. In the early years, I sometimes had to work at calming myself because I was shaking with nervousness as I was about to enter a busy place.

One summer, I was directed to go to shopping malls quite often and visit numerous young women’s clothing stores and pretend to look for an outfit for my teenaged daughter’s birthday. I absolutely did not want to do this. I’m positive women in these stores sometimes had doubts about my motive.

I’ve been tailed by store personnel, given cold stares, and a few times, store personnel bee-lined to me to interact and head off what they likely perceived as suspicious behavior.

At a bar where I was instructed to frequent often one summer, the bouncer said there’d been a complaint and told me not to come anymore dressed this way.

I was instructed to return a few days later and challenge his authority. I’m a fairly compliant and cooperative person, and I did not want to confront the bouncer over something I was being compelled to do against my will. But my discarnate mentor would not let up.

The only way I could get the nerve to do this was to get a couple drinks in me first. Even then, I was ridden with anxiety when I approached the entrance.

Three times I went there, dressed like always, but I never saw the bouncer again.

Since this has been going on for nearly nine years, I’ve become a little more comfortable. The negative reactions have decreased, and the positive reactions, which were very infrequent in the early years, have become more common, especially among women.

On occasion, women smile instantly when they see the way I’m dressed, and receiving visual attention is not unusual. Sometimes women position themselves to get a better or longer look, and occasionally there’s short conversation and flirting. I do not shy away from these situations because I very much enjoy the attention. I really appreciate women who approach me or use body language that invites me to approach.

I’ve never used this to do a hook-up, however. Even if I tried, my mentor would thwart it. As I’ve mentioned before, though I’ve dated women on a few occasions, this program has prevented me from being in a relationship since I got divorced nearly fourteen years ago.

I’m reluctant about posting photos of myself because as you know, once on the internet, always on the internet. However, it’s part of the program.SONY DSC

SONY DSCI’ve explained why I’m doing these things, and if you missed it, a shorter post, My Daily Stress, gives you the details.

Using your body to attract

As a student at Spokane Falls Community College, I once finished a solo morning run and was about to shower when a young woman walked into the building.

The facility at Spokane Falls had a classroom at each end and men’s locker rooms in the middle. A single corridor ran the length of the building so if you walked into one end, you could see all the way to the other end. There were doors that could block this uninterrupted view, but they were always left open by the custodial staff, and besides, the classrooms were little used. My locker happened to be in the row that was part of this corridor.

The locker rooms are below the grandstand seats which overlook the track and field grounds.

The locker rooms are below the grandstand seats which overlook the track and field facility.

When the woman walked in, she saw me undressed, yet walked across the empty classroom to the entrance of the locker room and asked me if this was where the class she was looking for met.

My track coach, who happened to be nearby, heard her and gave directions to the correct building. He closed the door for me, not commenting at all about what just happened.

On another occasion I was the last person to leave after a later than usual afternoon workout when another young woman walked in the same way as the incident I just described. I was caught completely naked.

She was the instructor of an evening exercise class, and after closing the door, reopened it a moment later as two female students behind her looked in. I was still not dressed as we discussed start and ending times for her class and the track team workout.

In both cases these women were not shy about initiating an interaction with me despite my undressedness. Had the roles been reversed, I would have gone out of my way to avoid them, not because I wanted to, but because I’d feel like I was intruding upon their privacy.

As these two incidents show, some women, chancing upon a guy who is revealing more than normal, may be inclined to take advantage of it.

It’s natural for women to reveal especially attractive parts of their body to draw attention from men. Unfortunately, there’s no tradition of men revealing attractive parts in the way women do. If men dare take this step, they also have to be especially careful because of the long history of men using their power to dominate women.

If a man wants to use his body to attract women, he has to do it in a non-aggressive and non-threatening way. By putting himself in a position of vulnerability and allowing the woman to be in a safe place, it can work.

I have found a way to do this, however, I was compelled by my discarnate mentor, and it was not something I would have thought of on my own.

As I mentioned, since there’s no tradition of males dressing in sexually suggestive ways, it was quite stressful being out in public this way, and it has taken a long, long time for me to become comfortable.

In the next post I will go into detail about this, and include a photo of myself to show exactly what this sexually suggestive dressing style Iooks like.