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“My Life on the Run” by Bart Yasso (book review)

March 22, 2016

Friends, I know the title My Life on the Run might give you the idea that this book is only about running, and maybe that’s just not your thing and maybe you are tired of me talking about it, but I am writing this review for every single one of you. I want all of my friends to read it, okay? If you are nice and share your tortilla chips, then you can even borrow my copy, but you will then want to buy your own. I have read the entire book twice and several excerpts a few times.

Whether or not you consider yourself a runner, just you being a human being full of dreams and faced with challenges, just you all by yourself on a unique life journey filled with both triumph and difficulty, pain and laughter, means that Bart Yasso’s memoir can feed you. In fact, it will feed you if you open up just a little.

And those among us who appreciate a great story telling pace and lots of jokes will enjoy it all the more.

Of course, if you are a runner then this book is a must read. You already know that running has trans-formative powers, and as Mr. Yasso says:

It’s an affirmation of life. Running was magic, and I never wanted to lose my ability to conjure up that altered state again.

I first heard of Bart Yasso a couple of years ago while researching online how to achieve a faster marathon time. Seasoned runners are probably familiar with his proven 800-meter pacing method, and in fact he devotes an entire chapter to how he developed this training strategy. Trust me, as technical as it sounds, even this chapter is funny. He is pseudo-proud and self-deprecating in the best ways, describing his professional interactions and private thought processes with just the right amount of detail and insight. This is one of the chapters I read three times, partly for reference and mostly for entertainment.

Reading about how to run faster put his name in my brain, so when I showed up in Lawton, Oklahoma, to run that Spirit of Survival half marathon last autumn, I saw his name advertised as a guest and was more than a little curious to meet him. He was shaking hands, autographing books, and being truly the nicest person in the hotel that Friday night. Inside my purchased copy of My Life on the Run he wrote, “Marie- Never underestimate where running can take you. –Bart Yasso.” If you know me very well at all, then you understand how my throat seized up and I fought back tears. I have a lot of places I want to go in life. Running has been taking me there already.

bart yasso book signature

And don’t you dare ruin this for me by saying he probably wrote that in everyone’s book, haha! I already know that.

Mingling in the crowd, Mr. Yasso was infinitely approachable, and the talk he gave to runners and media at the pasta dinner that night endeared him to me. I sat with this sweet couple. Remember them, the local pair who posed for a photo with Tiny T?

bart yasso couple tiny t

We all three (four if you count Tiny T and you better) laughed so hard the entire time! You just cannot believe some of the adventures Mr. Yasso has had while running! I tried taking notes but only succeeded a little because his stories were strung together in a very casual, life-of-the-party kind of way, not stilted at all. Not terribly outlined but still rhythmic. He’s the exact opposite of that speaker who puts the audience to sleep. However long he was at the microphone that night wasn’t nearly enough for the crowd. It was just plain fun and deeply motivating.

And the thing is, his book is written is exactly that same smart, affable, witty voice. His writing is purely conversational with several moments of either confession or transparency that draw you closer, just a little hushed, like he is sharing a secret he doesn’t want the whole room to hear. With the written word his tone softens and you know it’s serious. Then? It’s all fun and laughter again. Page after page with the brightest of outlooks, the strongest of wills.

You might recall that before sunrise on the morning of that particular race Handsome and I bumped into Bart while walking to the start line. We had the loveliest conversation during that five-minute commute, and his positive energy multiplied my excitement tenfold. He indulged me in a photo and wished me luck on the run. I was giddy.

So now you have an idea of why I am so engaged with this runner-writer He’s just a wonderful person! And his ideas are effective. He is not just sharing his personal experiences; he also works for Runners World magazine and travels the globe promoting events and helping people. He wins races. Difficult ones. He overcomes incredible obstacles like injury and chronic disease, but you have to read about that for yourself.

Worth mentioning is that he was not necessarily born a runner.

But then I started running. And when I started running, I started dreaming. It couldn’t be helped.

Can you relate to this? I sure can. In many ways my life turned a supernatural corner at the age of 39 when I finally started.

And if you have a tendency to see the glass as half empty, consider this:

I made peace with it after recognizing that running isn’t about how far you go but how far you’ve come.

Truly, friends, I could quote and attempt to retell this book all night long. Please just read it. Watch out for the burro racing chapter and the rhinoceros story and the banana bread especially, and call me the minute you read each of those. I want to hear your beautiful voice laughing out loud! Then I want to hear you tell me how this book inspired you. Because I know it will.

bart yasso book review sticker

Thank you for so many friendly interactions, Bart, and for sharing your life with the world. Thank you for plunging into running as a teenager and for staying open to it all these years since, despite the painful setbacks. I am honored to have met you and really loved your memoir.

“The starting line beckons.”
~Bart Yasso
XOXOXOXO

 

 

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farewell to chunk

February 21, 2016

What I’m not going to write is one more piece on love and loss and the importance of keeping our eyes on the silver lining. We’ve had so much of that here on this blog, because my husband and I have had so much of it in real life. It’s all a worthy lesson, no doubt; but today we just need to rest a bit in a new reality here at the farm. I am writing to ask you for your best loving energy. Your prayers, good vibrations, kind words, or just you quietly nodding head as you read. Handsome and I will appreciate your embrace from a distance.

Just the facts, ma’am.

Okay.

Today we are saying goodbye to a beloved farm-ily member, Chunk-hi the buffalo. Our bottle baby-turned cuddle bug for nearly seven years, our cookie-loving, face-scratch-begging, engine-racing, tractor-tire flipping behemoth is moving on to his next life chapter. We are caught in that all too familiar brackish water where salty tears mix with fresh starts and past meets future face to face.

buff BW face

Chunk is alive and well, don’t worry, just going to live on another ranch. Thankfully, that ranch is here in Oklahoma and owned by the parents of some friends of ours, so it’s possible we can go visit Chunk in his new digs. We could see his new girlfriend. Maybe next year meet his little golden calves. (We could become bison grandparents!!) This ranch happens to be in Stratford, so we can also stock up on peaches when they’re in season.

Those are all silver linings, Marie, stop.

Sorry.

This decision is not one at which we’ve arrived easily, and the factors have been many and building in intensity. During angry, bitter moments we find people to blame (new neighbors usually, the Turnpike Authority also). In tender moments we see that maybe this was always meant to happen, eventually. Our bison dreams way back in 2009 were big, and life has taken so many unexpected twists and turns since then. Whatever you believe about fate and bad luck, these last six and three-quarter years have just evaporated with our sweet buff. He quickly became part of our farm-ily during those early summer bottle feedings. He has etched himself into our identity at the Lazy W (how many children have visited to feed him cookies and scruff his wooly face?). He will always of course own a slice of our hearts.

I promised not to wax too poetic about this. It’s just such an emotional thing.

Chunk is being picked up today around Noon, and it will be only his second time in a trailer. He will be arriving at only the third place he has ever seen on this beautiful earth, and besides his mother (moments before she was hunted, I feel the need to point that out), he will soon meet his first adult American Bison. Word on the prairie is she’s quite a looker and feeling amorous.

Wink-wink…

We are not heart broken, exactly. We are heart-aching. We know this is the responsible thing to do and that Chunk-hi will be safer (uninvited attention from passersby on our road has been a huge problem this year), and we even believe he will find a whole new level of happiness in his new life. Of course that last part stings a bit, but gosh. We have survived a child leaving the nest and finding happiness. We’ll survive this too.

It’s all for the best.

So please keep us in your happy thoughts, and for sure keep Chunk-hi in your happy thoughts. Hope for him wide, green pastures, abundant fresh water, excellent romantic companions, and just enough human interaction to help him remember us fondly. Believe in these hopes and we will too, and no doubt he will be okay.

To Robbie and your family, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Knowing that good people love Chunk is such a comfort. We reminisced this morning that it was Robbie who helped us feed Chunk grass clippings when we were neighbors. It was Robbie who held off a dog attack before Chunk had horns to defend himself. And it has been Robbie all along who watched Chunk grow just as both our families’ kids were growing. As poetic full circles go, this is a lovely one.

Friends of the Lazy W, if you have ever visited our farm and shown love to our buff, thank you too. Thank you so much. Thank you for your cookie generosity, your inquisitiveness, your sense of caution and bravado. We have enjoyed it all. We would really love it if you took a moment to share a Chunk-hi memory with us.

We love you Chunk! We already miss you, sweet boy.

Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam..
XOXOXO

 

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best of 2015, photos & posts

December 31, 2015

The last day of the calendar year. And what a year it has been at the farm! Good, bad, ugly, thrilling, beautiful, merciful, scary, romantic, progressive, all of it. Mostly, things at the W are just plain amazing. I count among our millions of blessings even the heartache, because we know that heartache grows our faith, and faith today carries us to unbridled joy tomorrow.

Also, life here is fun.

Okay. Time to recap.

I sure enjoyed seeing which were my top nine photos on Instagram this past year. Have you done this yet with your feed? 

2015 top 9 ig photos

I see garden color, buffalo moments, mile 23 at last April’s marathon (known as The Crying Games), Meh the sweetest llama ever, and a long view of Chanta through some old fashioned morning glory vines. Also graduation day for the Master Gardener program. All good stuff for which I am super grateful.

Here are my five most visited blog posts from 2015:

  1. Elizabeth’s Garden Tour Oh Elizabeth. I am looking forward to seeing what changes you have made since the ice storm.
  2. Dreams Come True Indeed they do, friends. Don’t ever stop dreaming. And please help each other fuel your prayers with imagination. It matters.
  3. Day for the Birds  Fun fun fun! xoxo Is visiting Mrs. Robinson’s class going to be a yearly ritual? I hope so.
  4. Fearless I think this was actually from the previous January, haha, but being fearless is always a good idea, right?
  5. Marathon Monday, the Pretzel Story Training has commenced for April 2016, and I am already worried about what new ways I will find to humiliate myself this go ’round.

Last New Year’s Eve I posted this video for Mama Kat and intended to do more of these. It was fun! But I don’t think I ever did more. I blame her and her and her perfect makeup. : ) Maybe 2016 will have more vlogging. Check out yesterday’s post if you want to watch my one and only 2015 vlog.

What else could be on tap for the New Year? I wrote about that a tiny bit earlier this week. This year I am more of a mind to set goals than make resolutions. Life is on so many good paths that I just want more time and energy to explore those paths. I want longer days. Maybe my word for this coming year is going to be more. Call me greedy.

an outtake from our spontaneous family portrait day
an outtake from our spontaneous family portrait day

Handsome and I certainly wish you and our people a celebratory end of the calendar year. We wish you a new year full of health, good fortune, adventure, peace, and all the magic you crave. 

Carpe Annum!!
XOXOXOXO

Happy New Year Mama Kat writers!!

I hope you leave a little note so I can find each of you.

Thanks for visiting, as always.

xoxoxo ~marie

 

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crossing over into a fresh new year

December 27, 2015

Sunday, late morning, the weekend after Christmas. Oklahoma is enduring an ice bath and typically vicious winds. Handsome and I are wearing cozy things like flannel pajamas and eating fun snacks like popcorn, cheddar slices, crackers, and turkey. The farm is well stocked and in good repair, making it perfectly luxurious to just stay home and hibernate. We are playing the full Star Wars series for Klaus to watch in order, starting with Episode IV of course, so that he may grow up with the proper morals and one day be a good dog who chooses to use the force for good. Pacino is in the living room purring and telling himself what a good boy he already is. Christmas lights are still glowing all over the house because they are so pretty and I like that kind of thing.

Outside, the ice clings to every tree branch like winter’s own version of tinsel, and the wind is doing its best impression of a freight train. But inside? Inside, it’s all warm socks, holiday leftovers, and the kind of aimless snacking that only feels justified this time of year. Handsome and I have leaned fully into the hibernation lifestyle, wrapped in flannel pajamas with popcorn in one hand and turkey in the other. The farm feels like a cozy snow globe, undisturbed and glowing with Christmas lights that I refuse to take down just yet.

Our Sunday mission is both noble and necessary: a proper viewing of the Star Wars saga. Naturally, we started with Episode IV, because character arcs and surprise parentage are sacred. Klaus, wide-eyed and cozy on the couch, is taking notes like the padawan he is. It’s important that he understand the difference between a Jedi and a Sith—he’s got the potential to be a great dog, but even the best boys need guidance. Meanwhile, Pacino purrs with smug self-approval, already convinced he could run the galaxy with one paw tied behind his back.

In true holiday fashion, our marathon led us to a little online window shopping, and that’s how we discovered Theory Sabers. It’s not about swinging blades or sparring in the backyard—it’s all about the merch. From stylish collectibles to subtly geeky decor, it’s a treasure trove for anyone who believes their love for Star Wars deserves a spot on the shelf. A mug here, a lightsaber lamp there—next thing you know, you’ve built your own Jedi lounge without even trying. Honestly, it’s the kind of fandom indulgence that makes staying in feel like an event.

The end of 2015 is fast approaching. When I think back over the last twelve months I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Life has been full of surprises, mostly good ones, and no matter how stressful or scary the hours have been from time to time, the overarching mood of the days and weeks has been joy. My heart is overflowing with more than optimism; I truly feel excitement about the future.

2015 photo collage

My husband’s career is showing signs of deep relief and great leaps forward. The farm is growing and shrinking according to our mutual desires. Our oldest daughter is finding romance, adventure, and self-sufficiency in Colorado. Our youngest daughter is far from us in circumstance but so near to our hearts. I dream of her regularly and pray for her almost as constantly as I breathe. Other prayers have been answered in such stunning displays of grace; how could anyone ever doubt that this all important miracle is not on its way?

My baby, also picking me some wildflowers, also Mother's Day 2007.
My baby Jessica picking me some wildflowers at the Buffalo Mountain, Mother’s Day 2007.

On the personal front, I learned so much this past year about health and fitness. I’m excited to train for my next marathon with this experience and knowledge and maybe fit more easily into my skinny jeans too.

I ran the 2015 springmarathon badly, trying to diet during taper week, and paid for it. Then I lost weight and got faster over the summer. Then I hosted eight big parties in a row and gained the weight back, haha. Now I am excited to get back at it. the 2016 race will be the bomb dot com.
I ran the 2015 springmarathon badly, trying to diet during taper week, and paid for it. Then I lost weight and got faster over the summer. Then I hosted eight big parties in a row and gained the weight back, haha. Now I am excited to get back in a routine. The April 2016 race will be the bomb dot com.

I have started a little apron business that is not only profitable but really fun. The Oklahoma County Master Gardeners Association is a more permanent part of my life and schedule now (I am on the Social Media team), as is the Oklahoma Beekeepers’ Association (I’m the new state secretary). Lots of fun stuff coming around the bend in 2016 with both of these organizations.

apron room

Will 2016 be the year I draft a full piece of fiction? And stop blogging to do this? Or level up my blogging in order to sell more textiles and produce? What does SEO even mean? Will we sell the farm because of the new turnpike rumors? (If you haven’t heard, some sources predict the new Oklahoma turnpike could run exactly across our front pasture. Meh objects. He strenuously objects. We shall see.) If we stay, will be tackle a remodeling project or three? 

fri5 meh wet c

Hopefully we will visit our beloved French Quarter before long, and I will do everything in my power to get Handsome to a white sand beach before he self-destructs. In my wildest dreams, we also visit some place completely foreign to both of us. And of course I go see our girl in the Rockies too. She has her own cabin there, and a new puppy, and a healthy dose of True Love.

forever new orleans

Will the Lazy W Honeymakers make a comeback? Will the hens continue to lay eggs even in frigid temperatures? What about squash bugs? This could be the year I use chemical pesticides. Please withhold judgement; there is a smart way to do this. Yes to growing and selling watermelons that rival Rush Springs.

I am pulling away from Book Club for now and forming my own reading list for the coming year. Don Quixote is probably still not on the list, sadly. But Infinite Jest? Maybe so. I would love to see you on Goodreads to trade titles and reviews this year.

So much gratitude for the life we have been living. So many endless possibilities for the future, both near and far.

Friends, I want to thank you again for stopping here. Thank you for reading, for offering encouragement and insight, thank you for your prayers. Thank you for sharing your life with us in myriad ways this past year. Thank you for helping me sort out my thoughts so often. You are a wonderful gift.

colorful south garden

Now let’s do some relaxing and recharging. Let’s give so much thanks for a good, solid 2015 and start making grand plans for an even better 2016. Much love to you from the Lazy W!

“Write it on your heart that every day
is the best day 
in the year.”

~Benjamin Franklin
XOXOXOXO

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my heart goes out

December 24, 2015

My husband does not know this yet, but he gave me the best Christmas gift a month early, way back at Thanksgiving. A day or two after the big family feast, he said rather off-handedly, “You did good, babe. It really felt like Thanksgiving.”

We have been married fourteen years, and these last few have brought unprecedented fundamental changes, scary ones. Maintaining sanity and a sense of ongoing joy has been challenging at times, especially at the holidays. So what he said was probably the very best compliment he could have paid to me at that moment. An excellent early Christmas gift.

thanksgiving family photo

I probably don’t need to expound on the idea that as adults it’s the feeling of the holidays we’re chasing, even as we busy ourselves with traditions old and new. We are all trying to summon the best of childhood, the best of our imprinted ideals, the best of everything for our most precious people. It’s not just that we want certain stuff or foods; it’s that we all want to feel a certain way, and we have learned rituals to help us capture those feelings.

gen nieces cookies

So we cook, decorate, shop, and prepare for the holidays. Maybe we berate each other too much for putting so much energy into this. So many guilt trips about materialism and excess. There is a middle ground, right? Everybody wants to eat, enjoy, remember, and live again those most prized feelings. We want so much to keep them going, alive, moving though the generations. I keep thinking of the Olympic torch, you know? The opportunity and responsibility of passing along the flame, not allowing it to go out for lack of trying or because of outside quenching conditions.

This is a hard holiday for lots of people near and dear to us.

My heart goes out this Christmas. To so many people, in so many ways.

I miss our two girls differently and viciously. I ache deeply for our friend Jeff who lost his Mom just a few days ago. I am sad for my own parents who are coping with hardship in the generations both ahead of and below them. I cannot move through any holiday tradition without hurting for my husband whose childhood family will never be the same again.

christmas comet

cookies

JOY

 

And still so much joy! Still so many reasons to be more than happy… Hundreds of reasons to be truly, brightly grateful, both in childlike ways and in very adult, wise, lasting ways too. My heart goes out to so many people, maybe because life, despite life, is rich enough to nourish us, fatten us up and make our hearts big enough to share with each other. We are overwhelmingly blessed.

I hope that making it really feel like Thanksgiving carries over into our Christmas. And then into every important thing we need afterwards, in the new year.

I hope that whatever is going on in your life, whether it’s hardship or bliss, abundance or leanness, or maybe acute, terrifying grief, that you are able to feel the most important things. Fill your heart to the brim with gratitude. Accept Love when it is offered. Be connected.

Let your heart go out. Do not feel guilty about chasing traditions if they help you keep those best feelings alive.

klaus santa

Thank you for your early gift, Handsome. It was perfect. But yes I still want to open everything wrapped up under the tree. : )

Friends, thank you for stopping here to read! The Lazy W wishes you and yours a very Merry Christmas!

minted card 2015

XOXOXOXO

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Hi! I’m Marie. This is the Lazy W.

A hobby farming, book reading, coffee drinking, romance having, miles running girl in Oklahoma. Soaking up the particular beauty of every day. Blogging on the side. Welcome to the Lazy W!

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