My experiment of one

dr. sheehan

photo swiped from georgesheehan.com. Please don’t sue me. Thank you.

 

While reading George Sheehan essays for the millionth time this morning, I came across the essay from which his famous “experiment of one” quote was born:

 Each one of us is an experiment-of-one. Each is a unique, never-to-be-repeated event. Our talents vary. Our defeats are our own. Our environments offer special challenges. We evolve from a constant interaction between instinct and will, between emotions and reason, between environment and good fortune. Life, like it or not, is a handicap event, and the winner may finish deep in the pack.

I was lucky enough to meet Dr. Sheehan back in the old days and was a disciple of his running column back then. “Running & Being” is still my Bible. And I think about the experiment of one philosophy almost every day.

After 35 years or so of running more or less every day, I still have absolutely no freaking idea what I’m doing. And that delights me.

Wouldn’t running be a bore if you could just lock into a system that never changed? Follow a magic formula that was guaranteed to work? Instead, we’re constantly in search. Of training plans, secret elixers, shoes, food, painkillers, rocket fuel, recovery, cross-training, cross-dressing, the perfect Soundgarden playlist. Three days a week? Seven? One-a-day? Two-a-Day? Who knows. Whatever works for you. And whatever that thing is almost certainly won’t work for the guy running next to you. How to find what works? The experiment of one. Repeat as necessary.

I was out today on the same old loop. With new shoes and no hooch. Running the opposite direction. A steady slow run rather than the run/walk I’ve been using. Same old daydreaming. Baseball hat defying tradition with the bill in front. A new plan. And an old memory.  I waved at folks with my bottle hand rather than my free hand. Always experimenting with the variables. The only thing I know for sure is that I’m going to race a lot this year. Dr. Sheehan said to. And he’s never been wrong yet.

Because life is a handicap event, and the winner may finish deep in the pack. That’s me. Today I ran along dodging skateboarders and gulls and thinking about his words. The eternal struggle between emotion and reason. Instinct and will. Today, I won. Experiment of one.

Thanks for the run, Dr. Sheehan. See you tomorrow …

Advertisements

About gary

no sock monkeys were harmed in the making of this blog.
This entry was posted in running and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to My experiment of one

  1. Ann Snow says:

    I needed this today! Thanks.

  2. sassafras says:

    it’s good to have you back among the living … cuz if ya ain’t doin what you love… what’s the point

  3. Running Nole Fan says:

    Oh, you know.

  4. Lawrence says:

    Good stuff.

  5. MildSauce says:

    Today I ran in a camo hat. I did not carry a water bottle, even though I was thirsty before I started. I did not get shot.

  6. tosuperstar says:

    Good stuff!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s