Slow Down and Pace Yourself to Go the Distance

Sometimes amazing life lessons can come from"Wow," I said, "I could never run a marathon."
surprising sources. I'd like to share the story of oneMohammed softly replied, "Before today, you could
such watershed moment in my own life, one that stillnever run four miles."
helps keep me grounded at work 25 years later. ITo this day, I can tell you exactly where we were in
moved to New York for work in March 1985 and byCentral Park when Mohammed said this to me. You
that August, I had gained a lot of weight because Ihave to understand, I have never been athletic. When I
was eating pizza by the slice twice a day. (Thewas a kid and my mother told me to go outside and
culinary gods are groaning, but I am from upstate Newplay, I took my book outside and hid. Mohammed's
York where you have to buy the whole pizza; pizzasimple sentence transformed the way I thought about
by the slice is magic!) I decided to start running, for themyself. He made me understand that what I am is up
obvious reasons. I joined the New York Road Runnersto me. And never, on a steamy night in August in New
Club, which held group runs twice a week in CentralYork City, did I imagine I would learn such an important
Park, meeting on the east side at 90th Street. Thelesson from such an unusual source.
leader of the group was a 50-year old man I'll callThat night, I floated home, which was good because in
Mohammed; it was his responsibility to organize, bytruth, I could hardly walk. From then on, I made one
distance and pace, everyone who showed up to run.seemingly simple change: I ran more slowly and as a
The main objective of the group run was to makeresult, was able to run increasingly longer distances,
sure all runners were safe; no runner ran in the parksurprising even myself. Four months later, I ran a 30K
alone.(18.6 mile) race in Central Park and a year later, my
Mohammed, seeing I was new, asked me how far Ifirst of four marathons. I went from a kid hiding outside
was running.to read my book to an adult who could run really, really
"Two miles," I said. The farthest I had ever run in myslow marathons.
life was a mile and a half, so two would be a stretch.With a simple instruction-"run slower"-Mohammed
"The shortest distance is four miles; I'll run with you andsignificantly changed my thinking and my behavior. I
you will be fine," promised Mohammed.was never going to run a competitive marathon-I
I didn't object, but I was certain I would drop out afterchanged my outlook, not my chubby, non-athletic
two miles. What was he going to do, drag me aroundbody-but I didn't need to run competitively, just running
the park? Within minutes of starting our run, I wasa marathon was enough. I didn't have to win the race: I
panting and my head felt like an overripe tomato,accepted that doing my personal best was more than
ready to explode.enough because I was only doing this for me, not for
"Slow down," cautioned Mohammed, "no wonder youanyone else.
can only run two miles, you're running too fast."These two lessons, "run slower" and "you are what
We slowed down and while my pulse was still in theyou believe you are," were immediately relevant to my
upper triple digits, I was able to keep running. Wework. They eliminated barriers that I had imposed on
crossed to the west side of the park, and I realized Imyself. I tried new things at work I would not have
would have to run the whole distance to get home.tried before. I learned to pace myself and not work at
Tricked! I accepted my fate, but now I needed aa speed that added stress to the tasks at hand.
distraction from my pain and misery, so I tried to getMohammed was simply teaching me how to run
Mohammed to talk about himself.longer distances, but in truth, his impact went well
"What do you do Mohammed?" I panted.beyond the four-mile loop in Central Park. I believe we
"I am a night security man at a bank in Harlem and Iall have our Mohammeds who can take us by the
help people train for marathons," he said, clearly not outhand and guide us through the marathons in both work
of breath.and our life.