{"id":4670,"date":"2019-04-03T09:13:53","date_gmt":"2019-04-03T16:13:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=4670"},"modified":"2019-04-01T21:04:40","modified_gmt":"2019-04-02T04:04:40","slug":"the-end-of-effort","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2019\/04\/the-end-of-effort\/","title":{"rendered":"The end of effort"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Monday Wednesday Friday<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s when I go to the gym. But sometimes i don&#8217;t. I miss a day. But that&#8217;s the plan.<\/p>\n<p>And when I go, I start with running. Running is important to me.<\/p>\n<p>I was reading about how I might run better and faster, and learning about the maximum heart rate.<\/p>\n<p>there is a formula: 220 minus your age and then you are supposed to keep your heart rate lower than 85% of the maximum<\/p>\n<p>That formula says that my maximum heart rate is 175<\/p>\n<p>But when I run, sometimes I have run so that my heart rate goes above 170.<\/p>\n<p>Looking over these numbers, I am wondering what this all means.<\/p>\n<p>What happens if I hit my maximum heart rate? That sounds like some kind of scary zone.<\/p>\n<p>My watch monitors my heart rate while I&#8217;m running or I wouldn&#8217;t even know about this. I keep looking at it to see where I am in my exertion level.<\/p>\n<p>In my mind, I imagine that I can run like the god Mercury, I can stride across the ground, with 7 league strides. Each step pushes my body off the ground and I bound forward weightlessly.<\/p>\n<p>In my mind.<\/p>\n<p>When I actually run, reality is involved. I think about my strides, wondering if they should be longer or quicker or both. I know that I am not weightless. I tilt my watch face up to catch how fast my heart is going. Slow down.<\/p>\n<p>Stay moderate. Stay moving. Let the distance fall behind.<\/p>\n<p>Once, on my run, I was caught behind a fast walker on the left and a slow runner on the right. I was not that much faster than the fast walkers, but I had to duck around and inbetween then and the slow running to travel and my pace.<\/p>\n<p>I saw it coming. Remember? I&#8217;m not that fast. I had several paces to decide what to do.<\/p>\n<p>I knew I&#8217;d been wanted to keep a moderately fast pace, but I had to get through this bottleneck.<\/p>\n<p>I push down the balls of my feet and sped through. Doubling my pace and swooped around the walkers and past the runner and back into my usual groove.<\/p>\n<p>That right there? that was a push. That was a reach deep for a bit more.<\/p>\n<p>In that instant, I had the more.<\/p>\n<p>I think the maximum heart rate is to tell me that there is a limit to the more. I cannot always burn the candle on both ends. There are times when there is not more to give.<\/p>\n<p>And if I want to have that push in reserve, I better not run at 100%. Both running and other parts of my life.<\/p>\n<p>There will always be that circumstance that take an extra something. I want to keep the extra in reserve, and know when to let it go when I don&#8217;t have it. There is a limit and it&#8217;s good to know what it is.<\/p>\n<p>Not all of life has the metronome\u00a0like my heart. But\u00a0my wisdom and intuition can give that information, if I stay aware that it&#8217;s there.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Monday Wednesday Friday That&#8217;s when I go to the gym. But sometimes i don&#8217;t. I miss a day. But that&#8217;s the plan. And when I go, I start with running. Running is important to me. 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