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From The Horse’s Mouth

Actually, the only thing that came from the horse’s mouth was a small nip on Barbara’s thigh.  Everything else we took away came from insight gained while participating in leadership and teambuilding activities with six team members, one horse, and two Equine Assisted Learning (EAL) leaders.  It was a chance to pet horses and play all afternoon, which I thoroughly enjoyed.  Better yet, we each learned more about how to work together as a group while being under pressure to achieve multiple goals.  It was a perfect fit, as the teams included school board trustees participating in the 2013 class of Leadership Texas Association of School Boards.

Our horse, Annabelle, was a gentle and patient horse.  The horsemanship on our team ranged from “never touched a horse” to team roper.  By the end of the first exercise, we had each found an excuse to lead and pat the horse, which gave us more confidence about how the afternoon might go.

The next exercise assigned each of us a role or goal, some of which conflicted with another team member’s role or goal.  We were very pleased with how quickly we moved from keeping our assignment a secret to sharing our intentions with each other.  The co-leaders purposely did not state any rules, and we soon realized we were making up rules that didn’t exist, like not telling others our goal or role.  Immediately after this realization, we started sharing information.  Excitedly we finished our assignments and began congratulating ourselves while making analogies to real-life situations.  We were busy talking about how often information is better shared than held close, when we realized we had missed one of the other points of the lesson.

It came in the form of Annabelle’s nip.  Clearly, the nip was intended as more of a scolding than a warning.  It left no physical mark, but mentally underscored how important it is to pay attention to the needs of others who are affected by our decisions.  You see, once we had accomplished what we needed to do with Annabelle, we ignored her.  We were all crowded around her, but engaging only with each other in those moments.  Oops.

There were many more lessons to be learned that afternoon.  You will have to try it to see what insight you might gain, however here is one more that stood out to me:  It’s easy to break the rules when you are intent on completing a goal, especially your want to do it more quickly than another team.  A later exercise required all but one member to remain silent, with those same silent members grouped between two buckets placed several feet apart along the fence.  The lone member could speak and move about without regard to the buckets.

When frustrated by our inability to help our team leader, we cleverly picked up the buckets so the rest of the team could move around as a group and help out.  It was hard to stay between buckets while helping our leader and simultaneously dodging turns of the horse.  We didn’t intend to break that rule, but often did.  Oh, and the talking rule?  We consciously broke it repeatedly in our zeal to finish the task.

Luckily, before we started the last lesson, the co-leaders suggested we define a method for correcting ourselves when we broke a rule.  This revealed another important lesson.  Once we decided amongst ourselves that the rules were important, devised a method for reporting infractions, and even created a “punishment” for the team each time we broke a rule, we found we did not break them again – not even once.

Taking ownership is more effective than simply being told what to do.

Yep, lots of life lessons can be found in the horse arena.  Thanks to Annabelle, we had a chance to put on our boots and enjoy learning some of them.

P.S.  There are EAL facilities all across Texas, however the one holding our team/leadership building activities is Five Horses, LLC.

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Teamwork

Our team turned out to be awesome, even though we had never practiced together and were about to take on the biggest physical challenge of our lives.  We each knew this experience would take teamwork to be successful.  In fact, the event stated with pride the challenge was so great as to require participants to work together.

The two men on our team, Myron and Bruce, were in top shape, ready to run long distances or leap up, catch the narrow edge of an eight foot wall with their fingers and pull themselves over using only upper body strength.  We three women, myself, Monica, and Allison, were willing to belly crawl under twenty yards of criss-crossed barbed wire, jump from fifteen foot high walls into muddy water, and creep through pitch-dark narrow tunnels, but we were woefully unprepared for upper body challenges – and we knew it.  Without a hefty boost we women wouldn’t scale the eight foot wall, never mind the twelve foot ones.

For one series of mud and water filled trenches, we had seen videos of participants propelling up and out with a push of hands against muddy embankment.  My plan was to find mud ledges low enough to crawl out of each one.   Each of us had anticipated this day for months.  Our goal was to make it through the course, trying to overcome as many obstacles as we felt able to try.  For Monica and I, that meant skipping the two electrified obstacles, since the voltage has a nasty way of causing people to pass out face down in the mud.  (Yep, we had seen enough photos to decide against that one.)

Each wanted to test our determination, perseverance, and ability to tackle the twelve mile twenty-two obstacle Tough Mudder course.  The guys were far better able to take on the course without the girls, and since they had prepared better for the challenge, I thought they would go ahead and we would see them when we finished.  After all, we women knew all along what we needed to do to develop upper body strength – we just hadn’t done much about it.  As we walked over to the starting area, I said something to Myron about catching up with him at the end.  He looked at me surprised and said, “We’re sticking together.  We’re a team.”    “You’re going to stay back with us?” I asked, as gratefulness and possibility began to unfold in my mind.  “Yeah, we’re in this together,” he said.  And just like that, I knew we truly were a team.

Myron’s words brought a new excitement into the day.  He and Bruce weren’t concerned with how fast they could make it through the course!  Their goal was to make sure we all made it to the finish, with support and encouragement along the way.  My tempered expectations for the big day were released into full-scale excitement, as a smile spread across my face.  I knew we could clear many more obstacles with the guys determined to stay with the women as a team of five.  It was like I’d been given a second chance to do well and I couldn’t wait to start!

Off we went, finding ourselves required to climb over a five foot wall before we could line up in the starting corral.  Monica, Allison and I were boosted up, while the guys practically jumped over.  The starting announcer intensified our excitement with group shouts and promises, and reminded us it was not a race.  When he stated there had been many sprains and a few broken bones the day before, Monica said twenty percent of those who start do not finish.  “Twenty percent?” I asked, “That’s a lot of people in a race this size.”

“I know,” Monica answered as the countdown began and we turned forward to start.  The first belly crawl under barbed wire went smoothly.  It was a fun and muddy way to jump right into the adventure of it all.  Jogging along in mud and muck we quickly came to the second obstacle, an ice-filled giant tank of water with a wall rising out of it about half way across.  Barbed razor wire curled along the top of the wall and arrows pointed down indicating you must go under water to pass beneath the wall.

I love cold water and sit in cold plunges longer than hot tubs at my favorite spa.  In other events, ice scattered across water actually felt good after building body heat along the course.  This was not like other events.  First of all it was about fifty-two degrees.  Second, we had been running a short time and had not built up internal heat, and third, the water was absolutely crammed full of ice.  I ran into frigid water up to my waist.  I could feel ice cubes rubbing my shins, but kept moving until I reached the wall and ran my hand down it to feel how far under I would have to go.  It was pretty far.  Scary far, and the extreme cold made it hard for me to breathe.  Seriously, I was close to hyperventilating and needed to catch my breath.  Allison had a similar experience and jumped up on the wall, clinging to it in a way she never knew she was able.  The guys had gone first and could see Allison’s head above the wall, just beneath the razor wire.  “Go down!!” they shouted.  “You can do it.  Swim under!”  Monica came up from behind.  “We can’t stay in here y’all.  It’s too cold.  Go under!!”

“I just have to catch my breath,” I said.  “Go ahead,” I told Monica, “I’ll go in just a second.”  Then I joined in trying to convince Allison to drop off the wall.  “Come on Allison – we can do it!” I shouted as she dropped back in the water and we both went underneath swimming as fast as we could to the other side.  Bruce leaned across the steep embankment and put out his hand.  “Watch your feet,” he said, “there are boards to help your footing, but they’re tricky.” I found my footing and he pulled me up and out of the water in a flash.  Myron was pulling Allison out at the same time and then both he and Monica shouted at us to start moving.  “We have to warm up, we can stop in a few minutes.”

  

I am so glad we had a team.  Right there, at obstacle two, it was clear each of us was looking out for the other and no one would be left behind.  If we needed a shout, a word of encouragement, or even a commonsense reminder of what to do next, our team was ready.  If we needed to be physically pushed, pulled, or untangled, our team would stick it out until we all were ready to move forward.  It felt good to be part of this team.

All five of us slowly and carefully started along the muddy and uneven terrain, waiting for the numbness to leave and our breathing to return to normal.  A few minutes later, a tingling sensation began and warmth returned to our bodies.  “That was a lot worse than I expected,” one of us said, and we all agreed.  I tried not to think about how much worse some of the other obstacles might be.

Soon enough we passed a sign for the two mile point, which was good news.  The running was going well, although footing was tricky, sometimes slippery, always uneven, and often on a slant.  We kept the pace slow and I was happy not to have to work hard to maintain the group pace.  An obstacle resembling giant Lincoln logs came next and we climbed and ducked under and over until clear.  I was the slowest, but it didn’t matter.  The dark tunnel went well too, and those muddy water troughs could have been really tough, but Myron and Bruce made sure we had a hand or a boost out of every trench.

Being on a team was amazingly different from practicing on my own.  We had covered seven obstacles and were having a good time.  “We’re doing it!” I shouted, excited I was able to compete in this challenge after all.  The day before, I had seriously imagined skipping most obstacles and walking much of the constant up and down trail we traversed.  Yet here we were one-third of the way through, and we had made every obstacle and kept up a good running pace .

And then, on a relatively smooth, dry and hard-packed part of the trail, I took a step wrong and heard a pop as I went down.  It must have been my lack of training that felled me, because there was no reason other than “tired feet” to miss my step right there.  The trail was plenty dicey in areas, but not where I went down.  The team came back and rallied around me.  Both guys are EMT’s so they had my shoe and sock off in seconds.  As far as sprains go, this wasn’t bad, but I was not going to be able to finish the course.  I was very disappointed.

Another team called The Bearded Men came upon us and blessed my injury, praying for a speedy and complete recovery.  Shortly after, the pain went completely away and I could stand and walk.  (Thank you Bearded Men.)  We made our way through the next hurdle, a muddy, steeply banked pond about waist deep, with the team staying close enough to me I could hold on for support, then walked to the ninth obstacle where event staff had been notified by passing runners to bring the medic jeep to pick me up.

It was then I knew what my role in the team needed to be.  I wanted to finish the course, even by walking around obstacles, and my ankle wasn’t so swollen I couldn’t put my shoe back on.  Leaving the course in a medic jeep meant I could neither claim the title Tough Mudder nor receive the headband given to finishers, but I worried the team might insist on staying with me if I tried to finish, and how my selfishness might hold all of them back.  I had to let go of what I wanted for myself to allow the team to finish strong.

Once assured by staff the medic jeep was on its way, my team waved to me and started climbing up and over large round hay bales stacked five high.  I watched and cheered them on, then waited for my ride.  Thirty minutes later, my husband, Marc, greeted me in the medic tent, where my ankle had been wrapped and iced, and silver thermal blanket draped around me.

A change to dry clothes and picnic lunch made our waiting time quick and pleasant.  When we spotted our team in the far distance near the next to last obstacle, Marc jogged over to take photos of them coming over a fifteen foot tall quarter pipe.  The greased surface and outwardly curving shape made it impossible to surmount without being pulled up and over by other participants at the top.  My team soon was over and jogging toward the last obstacle where I was waiting to cheer them to the finish.  They looked great – determined, tired, and very glad to see the finish line.

No one really wanted to complete the last obstacle.  You were guaranteed to be zapped by up to 10,000 volts of live electrical current if you ran through it, but Allison took a long hard look and decided she was going to run it.  As the other teammates walked around the obstacle, she geared herself up to dash through the dangling wires.  Myron realized Allison had stopped, and true to the team spirit encompassing us the entire day, he went back to join her. Together they ran over at least a fifty foot expanse of muddy berms while being randomly shocked in the crossing.  Dazed, but still upright, they joined Monica and Bruce to cross the finish line as a team. 

Wistfully, I watched them don orange Tough Mudder headbands, though my smile held pride and satisfaction, too.  Our team had finished well, completing more obstacles than expected and in less time than I estimated we would take – even with extra time out to take care of me.  Although their bodies were cold and sore, I saw in each tired muddy smile how good their achievement felt.  Tough Mudder is over and our team may never form again, but it was a great team and I had a blast being part of it.

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Running Rifles

You know you’re in Texas when you climb into your running partner’s truck and spot a pink .22  rifle between the cup holder and passenger seat.  Four of us were heading out to the family ranch of my friend, Monica, for a cross-country run.  Those of you who are city folks might wonder how much crime we anticipate out in the Texas Hill Country.  Well, it isn’t exactly the wild west anymore, but a rifle is handy when you encounter wild boar, rattlesnakes, or a mountain lion. 

Before you auslanders* shake your head in disbelief, we saw a wild boar out in the country just two weeks ago.  Imagine an aggressive several hundred pound wild boar with nasty tusks looking at you with ill intent, and you’ll know why Monica brought the pink rifle.  Luckily, she convinced her husband we would be fine without strapping the pistol on as well.  It’s darn difficult to run with five pounds of pistol slapping against your body every step.  Then again, it’s hard to shoot a boar when you’re half-way round the ranch and the rifle is still in the truck…, but at least we had a chance with it nearby.  As it turned out, we didn’t see anything to shoot that day.

*In our German heritage town, auslanders refer to foreigners or just plain people who “aren’t from around here”.

We heard plenty of shots though, since it was the first day of dove season and neighboring ranchers were out bringing down their share of birds.  Ah now, I have truly digressed.  Here I am writing about rifles and wild animals, when I really want to share what I re-discovered about running and motivation.

We went to the ranch to have a different and more difficult workout than the usual pavement run.  Three of the four in our group are entered in a twelve mile obstacle course event in a few weeks.  It’s a very brutal cross-country run with obstacles that include mud filled drain pipe swims and twelve foot walls to surmount.  We aren’t exactly ready for the running distance or the obstacles, so we needed more practice in the field, literally.  (If you want to learn more about the obstacle course, click this Tough Mudder link and have a look.  You can decide if we’re crazy or just a whole lot of fun.)

Sometimes it’s hard for me to motivate myself to run as often or long as required to reach a goal like twelve miles of obstacles, but that day I was ready to run.  In fact, I wanted to run longer than we did, which was a nice surprise.  I’m the oldest of the group, old enough to be mom to any of the others (seriously, they are thirty and under to my forty-seven), so it surprised me that I wanted run farther.   It also felt great to be motivated again after pushing myself all summer through the drudgery of running in the heat.

The two-track we followed around the ranch took us by fields and trees and was a satisfying respite from the pavement of town.  Definitely the feeling of country played into my extra motivation, but it was the camaraderie as we ran and talked that energized me and made it fun.  We made the loop once running (mostly) and when no wild animal came after us we decided to go a second time.  We were out over an hour, with plenty of sweat and shortness of breath, yet it didn’t feel like an hour at all.

Today, I ran again.  It was a completely different experience.  This morning I worked hard to stick with my plan.  The run felt like forever, but it was only thirty minutes.  It seemed really hot and muggy, though in truth it was no different than usual.  I played mind games with myself to keep on track and even broke up my intended long run into three interval runs.  During one of my walks between intervals I realized why running today felt so different from last weekend. 

Today I was by myself.  My friends each run solo during the week, so they were missing from my run this morning.  Working hard toward a difficult goal is simply more fun with friends.  Friends energize each other, socializing distracts you from thinking about how hard the work is, and involving others inspires you to do more. 

A few months ago, a speaking partner and I worked together to create an all day workshop.  Once again, my motivation was much higher when we worked on it together than when I was on my own.  We worked long days in the weeks leading to the event, but it never felt like it.  The power of involving friends in a common goal is immense, whether your goal is a personal one or a professional goal.

“The power of involving friends in a common goal is immense”

Monica asked me tonight if I want to run together again this weekend.  “Yes!  Count me in!”  We plan to run the loop at Enchanted Rock, which always wears me out.  There is a lot of up and down, rocks to navigate, rivers to cross, and gravel that rolls underfoot on the steep parts.  On my own, it’s a good disciplined run.  Together, it’s a worthy challenge that feels like a social event, just something you do with friends.  I’m already anticipating how fun it will be. 

I’m going to put friendship in my toolbox of motivational techniques.  Next time working toward a goal feels like drudgery, I will call a friend and find a way to team up on at least an action step or two.

We obstacle course contenders may not be ready for the challenge coming up in a few weeks, but we will train more often and harder by working together.  With our commitment to run the loop at Enchanted Rock as a team, we will have one more trail run to our credit.  There will be one big difference this week though – the pink rifle will stay at home.  At Enchanted Rock, the Park Rangers have us covered.

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