Tuesday, July 2, 2013

GVS 2013 Trek: Observing and Serving in the Kaibab



This summer the youth of the Green Valley Stake of Henderson, Nevada, along with their mas, pas, and some other brave stake leaders, pulled loaded handcarts for several miles in the Kaibab National Forest in northern Arizona.  For two and a half days they walked through the dust and heat, grateful for the tall pines providing shade along the roads and trails.  Each meal and drink of water was savored and appreciated.  Sleep was well earned.  Tired youth rallied at the end of the second day to dance late into the night and eat a multitude of Dutch oven cobblers.  Cuts were bandaged, blisters treated, and other ailments addressed.  Songs were sung and testimonies shared.  Youth and adults who walked the trail together left for home knowing they had accomplished something significant.



Four years ago my wife and I went on the Colorado Springs East Stake Youth Trek to Wyoming as a ma and pa.  Experiencing the program as a “trekker” with the youth was an amazing experience.  We were able to help them push and pull the handcart, eat what they ate, walk through Martin’s Cove and pull the cart through the Sweetwater River.  Of course our experience didn’t come close to what those in the Willie and Martin Handcart Companies experienced, but it did give us a glimpse.  Each of us came away with a deeper appreciation of what they did and a testimony of the Restored Gospel.



This time I had a different role that provided me much different perspective.  Instead of trekking with the youth, I was in a support role responsible for the movement of equipment to include set up and take down for each campsite.  Initially part of me was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be interacting with the youth directly, especially since my oldest daughter was trekking for her first time.  Despite the fact that I wouldn’t be at the “center” of the action this time, I was excited to be there helping.



Beginning with the planning process and throughout the actual trek, I experienced and observed events and people in such a way that my testimony was strengthened and my understanding increased. 



Staffing the Trek

As the high councilor assigned to work with the Young Women, I was involved with the planning and organization process from the beginning.  I had the privilege of extending calls to several individuals to assist with the execution of the trek.  Some of the calls were for positions that demanded substantial amounts of time and work, such as: the head ma and pa who were responsible for training all of the other mas and pas and assisting the trek co-chairmen; the chairmen of the food committee with all of their assistants; the videographer; and others.  In almost every case the calls were accepted not only with willingness but also with a high degree of excitement.  On more than one occasion when issuing a call I spent a good deal of time with the individual or individuals discussing their plans and ideas for the trek in depth.



These wonderful brothers and sisters followed the Lord’s counsel found in Doctrine & Covenants 58: 27:

“Verily I say, men should be anxiously engaged in a good cause, and do many things of their own free will, and bring to pass much righteousness.”

Preparing the Next Generation

Last fall a young man and a young woman from each ward in the stake were called to serve on the stake youth committee.  Their responsibility was to plan and execute the stake trek with guidance and training from the adult leadership.  From the earliest meeting they shared their ideas and desires for the trek.  Each was assigned to a committee with significant responsibility for the planning of specific parts of the trek.  As the months came and went a core group of the youth attended and contributed, learning to plan and follow up.  Some of the youth were already experienced leaders and they stepped up quickly to make things happen.  Others were content to hang in the background a bit more, providing a quieter type of help.  The opening morning of the trek I met most of the members of the stake youth committee at the stake center at four in the morning so we could get to the location ahead of everyone.  I drove a van with thirteen of these wonderful young people and then watched them throughout the trek as they led and served others.  The church will be in good hands when their time comes, which is very soon.






Blessings: Seen and Unseen

During my first trek experience I was aware that there was a group of largely unseen people who were setting things up, putting things in place, and generally making things happen.  While I was aware they were there and was grateful for what they had done, I didn’t spend much time thinking about the degree of effort or time that went into their work.  Looking back at many of the activities in which I participated as a youth, I don’t think I spent enough time thinking about all the work that went into planning and executing those activities.  Now, I served on Bishop Youth Councils and Stake Youth Committees and was aware of what went on but I never considered that the adult leaders didn’t have to do what they were doing nor did I consider that what they did might be difficult or much of a sacrifice.  A few times I may have even been ungrateful and brazen enough to criticize their efforts for not meeting my expectations.



As part of the support staff for this trek I helped to set up and stage tents, dishwashing stations, tables, and food buckets.  I helped to take down tents, dishwashing stations, and tables.  Once or twice I even had the opportunity to give people a ride to and from different locations on an ATV.  The work wasn’t difficult but the benefits to those who were trekking were real.  Each task we completed was one less that they had to do at the beginning or end of a long day.  Our efforts allowed them to focus on their designated activity and other important responsibilities like cooking dinner, family meetings, and sleep.



On the end of the second day of the trek, with three miles to go, I and another member of the support staff, decided to hike the last three miles with the trekkers to give help where and when we could.  As the companies went down one steep hill and up another I jumped in and helped the families who were struggling.  Coming down the long, steep hill I grabbed onto a few handcarts and slowed them down.  On the way up the next steep hill I got behind one handcart and pushed a little, then walked back down and pushed a little on another.  Quickly I realized that I wasn’t doing much.  My thoughts went back to the accounts of the handcart pioneers who felt unseen hands pushing their handcarts up Rocky Ridge or other difficult places when they were worn and tired.  I decided that I wanted to make a noticeable difference for the rest of the handcarts I helped.  It was at the end of a long, hot day for them and they were tired.  As the next one came by I put my hands on the back and pushed hard, lightening their load and hastening them up the hill.  I returned down the hill and did it again and then again and again.  My contribution was small but it made me feel good to help at a point in their day when it likely was appreciated.



God’s blessings are mysterious.  Every day each of us is blessed through miracles and by the quiet efforts and sacrifices, large and small, of others.  Some of these blessings occur on such a regular basis that we fail to notice them, as we should.   Often we even fail to recognize that we are in need of the blessings we are receiving because the needs are met so quietly and subtly.  At times we are those blessing the lives of others, knowingly and perhaps more frequently unknowingly.



Other blessings come in the very moment of obvious need and after heartfelt prayer and pleading.  The blessings and answers to our prayers, in these cases, are obvious and miraculous.  These are the blessings that we are quick to remember.  These are those about which we speak and testify.



Throughout the trek I saw blessings given and received in both ways, quietly and in the moments of great need.  Our God blesses us constantly and we can bless others constantly for him through our actions.  It’s easier I believe for us to be grateful for and aware of those obvious blessings that we receive or give.  The subtle, less obvious, blessings in my opinion are those that can truly show the beauty of God’s work and the majesty of his love.  How often are we blessed through a string of seemingly unconnected events and actions?  How often does someone quietly serving bless us?  How often does someone living righteously and not even knowing that they are blessing others bless us?  How often do the actions of an indifferent, perhaps non-righteous, person bless our lives? 



I believe that most of our blessings from God are of the subtle variety.  I think the intent is to require us to ponder the course of our lives while seeking out those blessings.  As we do this our love for God will grow.  I think God keeps his own counsel relative the granting of the bulk of his blessings:



Matthew 6:3-4:
“But when thou doest alms, let not they left hand know what thy right hand doeth: That thy alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.”

Quiet and unrequested blessings, when noticed, let us know that our Father in Heaven isn’t just aware of us, but that he knows us and knows our needs.  Such blessings are evidence of his deep and abiding love and care for each one of us.    Gratitude for these blessings, quietly given, will lead us to love our God more fully and to love our fellow man more fully.  I think we must also look for those opportunities to quietly bless the lives of others and be aware of opportunities to do God’s work.  As we do so our humility should increase, as our sense of entitlement should decrease.   We learn to serve as our Savior, Jesus Christ, served.





The Blessing of Observing

While I didn’t participate in the daily trek and associated activities, I was able, with my compatriots, to position us to observe the trekkers at significant times.  My daughter was in the first family in the first company.  After finishing the set up of the first campsite, we waited for the them to arrive.  It was rewarding to watch her come up the hill with her family, a smile on her face and a sense of accomplishment in her words.  I was there to watch her help pull the first handcart up the women’s pull.  And, I was there to watch her pull the first handcart to the end point.  I was able to watch the trekkers as they had fun, suffered, and recovered.  I was able to watch them enjoy a break or a meal, to see them excited for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. 



I had a few minutes in the evenings to walk around as they prepared and ate their dinners.  I watched as they left their families for a few minutes to find friends and to catch up on the events of the day.  I watched as some fell by the wayside to injury or sickness.  I watched as the sick and injured were attended to by others.  In between my small acts of service, I was able to watch others serve.  I watched the youth and adults get frustrated with the challenge in front of them and their weakness in facing it.  I watched them push through to do what needed to be done despite their frustration.  I listened as they sang, told stories, and shared testimonies.  I watched and listened as their stake president addressed them while they sat on the north rim of the Grand Canyon.  I watched as they felt the spirit teach and strengthen them.  I feel as though I watched the spirit in action on a consistent basis.





Observing and quietly serving during this trek provided me with a unique perspective and taught me new and old lessons about our Heavenly Father, our Savior, and us.  I think of all those who made the work and sacrifices of the pioneers possible.  Those that helped prepare them to make the crossing, those that came to their rescue, and those who stood ready to welcome them upon their arrival.  I think of those unseen hands who helped them along the way, providing help, strength, and comfort.  I picture a loving Heavenly Father and Savior experiencing our joys and sorrows with us along our path as they help us, step by step, becomes more like them.



While the main purpose of this trek was to provide the youth with a faith promoting and testimony strengthening experience, it provided me with a wonderful learning experience, one that I will remember.

- Jarad Van Wagoner
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Postscript: The Law of Consecration in Action

The trek was an incredible event because of the willingness of so many to sacrifice and serve.  They gave of their time, their talents, and in many cases their own money.  The youth of this stake were blessed with:



-       A stake presidency that loves them and wants them to succeed.  The stake presidency was involved in the planning process from the earliest stages.  They helped to make important decisions regarding scope, funding, purpose, and participation.  Our stake president and one of his counselors attended the trek and hiked with the youth.  

-       Trek co-chairmen, a wonderful and vibrant married couple in the stake, who threw themselves into the project heart and soul.  They spent hours researching the best options for the trek.  At the first planning meeting they arrived with suggestions for multiple locations and methods for running the trek.  Prior to the trek they traveled to the trek site, which is over three hours away, multiple times.  The delegated.  They planned.  They organized.  They followed up.  They advised.  They served.  They went to the trek site the day before everyone else to set up and make sure everything was ready to go.  They were with the trekkers all along the path.  They were the last to leave the trek site once it was over.  Their tireless efforts taught me the meaning of the word stewardship.

-       Head Ma and Pa.  This couple served in multiple roles:  as assistants to the trek chairmen, trainers for the thirty sets of mas and pas, motivational speakers, cheerleaders, sign painters, etc.  They looked after the welfare of the trekkers, youth and adults alike.  They also went up a day early to help set up and were among the last to leave.

-       Mas and Pas.  These wonderful adults responded to the call to spend time in the wilderness with these youth, to serve as mentors.  They attended meetings and trainings to prepare for the trek.  They spent time getting to know the youth in their families months before the trek began.  They participated in training hikes.  Throughout the trek they encouraged, showed, and taught the youth in their families.  Many of these wonderful individuals suffered as much or more than many of the youth and yet they continued through to the end.  

-       Company Captains.  Five wonderful priesthood holders, some of them bishops, were responsible for the welfare of six handcart families.  These men participated in much of the pre-trek training and then trekked along with their families, helping and encouraging wherever and whenever they could.  One of the bishops had a knee surgery a couple of months before the trek.  Despite his discomfort, he participated in all three pre-trek preparation hikes.  The first day he pushed himself through each painful mile.  I was leaving the first campsite in an ATV as he was leading his company up the hill the last couple of hundred yards.  His face was set and determined.  I was proud to see him doing something so difficult.  Later I learned that he was knocked off the side of a cattle guard as he entered camp by one of the handcarts from his company that was running into the campsite.  Despite his bangs and bruises he was back up the next day ready to serve his company.

-       Stake Young Women and Young Men Presidencies.  These wonderful people were in charge of equipment, logistics, transportation of people and equipment, spiritual events, fun events, and so much more.  They helped directly with the trekkers.  They helped behind the scenes.  Their efforts provided many of the necessities such as port-a-potties, drinking water, changing tents, dishwashing stations, lanterns, and transportation for the tired and injured.  Along the trail they taught lessons through activities and spiritual messages.

-       Cooks.  The cooks spent hours preparing and planning the meals for the trek.  They spent hours purchasing food and stocking the refrigeration truck.  They spent hours preparing meal buckets for each family for each meal.  Then they spent additional time and effort preparing meals for the stake leaders and support staff.  They provided a wonderful dessert one night of around 20 different cobblers to the trekkers.  The cooks kept everyone fueled and ready to move forward.

-       Music and Dance Committee.  This wonderful family wrote an original song or two for the trek.  They taught the youth how to do the Virginia Reel and other folk dances before we even left home.  Throughout the program they provided music and multiple locations along the trail and they put on an amazing music and dance festival the second evening.  They truly shared their talents to make others happy.

-       Medical Personnel.  An individual was called to follow the trekkers along the trail and provide medical assistance wherever needed.  He patched up cuts, blisters, and scrapes.  He treated dehydration, asthma attacks, joint injuries, and whatever else came up.  Along the way he was helped by mas who are nurses and by stake leaders who are doctors.

-       Photographers and videographer.  Three individuals recorded the experience for the youth in pictures and video to give them something to help remember the experience.  They were up early and traveling all over the place to get the best shots.  They interacted with the trekkers and support staff.  And, I have no idea how many hours have gone into editing since the trek ended.  

-       Other Volunteers.  Several other adult leaders came to trek or provided other service prior to trek, some to represent their bishopric, to come with their spouse, or just to come participate and help.  Service was rendered wherever it was needed.



These adult leaders are proof that the law of consecration is alive and well among the Saints.  So many live it every day, giving of their time, resources, and talents to serve the Lord by serving others.  It wasn’t easy or simple for many of these people to take time off of work, to take time away from other important projects, or to spend much of their own money to make this trek a success.  They did it anyway, despite the hardship and sacrifice. 

Monday, June 24, 2013

Wasatch Back Ragnar: Shot Blocks and Miracles on Leg 27






This past weekend my sister Heather and I both ran the same legs of the Wasatch Back Ragnar.  It was an amazing year to run as Ragnar celebrated the 10th year of the Wasatch Back.  They did two relays over three days.  It was my third time running the Wasatch Back and her first.  We've both ran the SoCal, Vegas, and Zion Trail Ragnars as well.  This year, my dad who first got us to run relays, marathons, and half marathons, is deployed to the Middle East and other locations with the Navy Reserve.  To honor his service our family and some of our friends are running races in the yellow Navy shirt you see Heather wearing above.

Anyway, this year I filled in for my dad on the Provo Police Department Team, Twelve Brothers.  Heather ran on Team Do or Do Not with Jeff Wells, a family friend who has ran several relays and other races with us.  Heather's team started a couple of hours earlier than us so she sent me reports on each leg after she finished.  After the first two legs she shared glowing reports on the beauty of the course.  As our van prepared to leave for our final leg I received the following text from her regarding Leg 27, our last leg:

"Good luck on the last run.  It's a freakin' $#%^$!"

I responded with: "Thanks for the encouragement.  I was hoping you would lie to me."

She shared a few more of the details with me which were quite funny (and a bit discouraging) at the time.  Later, after the Ragnar, she posted the following on Facebook.  It's a great story for a number of reasons.  I'll let you decide what those reasons are for yourself.  Here's her story:

So I just wanted to share a little experience I had this last weekend while running the Ragnar. It may not mean much to some of you, but it meant something to me. 

I had already run my first two legs which consisted of a 6.7 mile run and a 4.9 mile run and was about to run a 7.7 mile run with a LOT of hill. I had no van support on this run, which means that my team could not stop and assist me at any time for anything. 

I woke up that morning at 3:45 am to prepare for my next run, only to be nauseated. No matter, I was still there when my team mate came in and handed me the bracelet. 

However, at about 1/2 mile in I realized that I had forgotten my shot blocks to help sustain me through this run. There was NO way I was going to make it. I was going to let my team down by walking most of it, but most of all I was going to let myself down. If I had had the energy to cry I probably would have. 

It was then that I said a very angry prayer to my Heavenly Father. How can I be SO stupid?! I had those stupid shot blocks ready to go and I left them?! How am I going to make this run?! Maybe I should lie on the side of the road and wait for someone else's van to pick me up and take me to my next destination??? I can't run while sick to my stomach and have no energy either! I QUIT!

And as soon as I had ended my prayer the Lord sent me an answer. Not any of the ones that I had suggested, but still he answered. And when I looked down at the ground in utter desperation I found a beautiful little red shot block that another runner must have dropped! It was perfect! 

It was so perfect and of such great value to me at this point in time I decided to eat it. Yes, I ate it off the ground and was not ashamed! Even when another runner looked back at me questioningly for second. In fact it was the opposite of shame. It was relief and gratitude. 

In fact it was so perfect and valuable and I was so grateful that I decided it best to ration it out through my run. I bit it in half and put the other half in my pocket for later. And when I reached the second water station I happily ate the other half. 

This little shot block did not make my run much easier. I still struggled through the entire run, but it lifted my spirits enough to finish. And I was still some what angry during and for a little bit after the run. And when I told this story to my team mates in the van they all broke out in laughter with me. 

And yes, I will run the Ragnar again next year!



Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Ogden Marathon 2013: The Experience and Lessons Learned

Friday night before the Ogden Marathon I lay in my bed in Hunstville, UT listening to the rain pound the metal roof.  None of my previous four marathons had been in the rain.  This would be a new experience.  Usually the sound of the rain would lull me to sleep but that night it was evasive, coming later than normal.  Of course sleep has always been somewhat elusive before a marathon.

Rain continued to fall during our ride to the start line, letting up as we arrived at the large field with long line of port-a-potties.  The start line of a marathon is a stunningly inspiring place.  People of all makes and models show up and go through their own pre-race rituals.  A nervous energy courses through the people.  This year it was enhanced by the threat of rain.  Garbage bags seemed to be the most popular type of outerwear.

Despite repeated requests to drop our bags at the truck, everyone held on as long as they could, not wanting to give up any of their warm weather gear until it was absolutely necessary.  Just before the final call for the bags, with ten or so minutes to line up for the start, the rain started to fall again.  Looking down toward Ogden Valley and Ogden Canyon, the rain showed no sign of letting up.  All of us faced the prospect of 26.2 miles in the rain.  When the final call to line up came, everyone that I could see moved toward the start line. 

The marathon started and I started my shuffle toward the starting timer.

The Navy shirt is to honor my father for the races he misses this year while deployed.
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There is a law of marathons--marathons demand extensive training.  Everyone who knows anything about marathons knows that simple fact.  You pick a training plan and you stick to it as much as your schedule and your body allows.  Adjustments are allowed and injuries are part of the calculation.  But you train the best you can before the marathon, or at least you try to train as much as you can.  For the four previous marathons that I ran, I trained, for some more than others.  But, I did train with regular runs with the miles in the double digits 

Sadly my training for this most recent marathon was minimal.  I ran at most 2 or three times a week.  Only one run, at just under 13 miles was in the double digits.  Fortunately I did have the Ragnar Trail Relay - Zion a few weeks earlier where I was able to run around 16 miles on trails during a 24 hour period.  I could list my excuses for not training, and excuses are all I really have, but they would only embarrass me.  So, I'll just roll with the fact that I was lazy and easily distracted this training season (and we had a new baby bringing us to a total of six children and I started a new job), and avoid the mention of any extenuating circumstances that could be construed as a lame excuse.

As the Ogden Marathon approached this year, the weeks seemed to tick off the calendar in quick order.  Friends and family kept reminding me that the marathon was only "x" weeks away.  Off and on, here and there, now and then, I tried to motivate myself to get out and run.

With the days passing and my training tragically insufficient, my supportive and caring wife became more concerned about the wisdom of me actually stepping on the course in hopes of making it to the finish line.  For three or four weeks our conversations went something like this:

"What are you going to do?"

"Run the marathon."

"That's stupid."

Despite my low level of readiness I was committed to running this marathon for three main reasons:

1.  I love the feel of completing a marathon.  There is nothing like coming across the finish line.  Watching others do it can bring tears to your eyes.  It always brings tears to my eyes when I cross.  The Ogden Marathon offers one of the most picturesque courses coming down into Ogden Valley, around Pineview Reservoir, and down Ogden Canyon.  Also, I didn't want to break my streak of consecutive runnings.

2.  I can run.  My schedule and my physical body provided me the opportunity to step onto that course.  Even with my limited training, I was reasonably sure I could finish it if I only started.  Marathons are inspiring because of all the different types of people, in various states of physical conditioning and life, that step out onto the course.  Likewise, there are so many people who are unable or unwilling to run.  My father, who convinced me to run a marathon in the first place, has ran the Ogden with me the last three times.  This year he wasn't able to run it because he was activated and deployed to Kuwait with the US Navy Reserve.  Given his choice he would have been running with us rather than spending eight months in the desert back and forth between choice garden spots.

3.  I wanted to teach myself the importance of training and preparing properly for distance runs. 

So, I drove my car from Henderson, NV to Ogden, picking my friend Jeff up in Provo.  (This was Jeff's third Ogden Marathon with me).  I decided I would follow the Barney Stinson philosophy of running marathons.  Barney's friend Marshall was training for a marathon, suffering through all the demands of long runs, when they had this exchange:

Barney: "Training for a marathon?!"
Marshall: "What?"
Barney: "You don't train for a marathon.  You just run it!"
[...]
Barney: "Here's how you run a marathon.  Step one, you start running.  Step two...there is no step two."
(How I Met Your Mother, Season 2 Episode 15)

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With the rain picking up in intensity I started running with a thin garbage bag covering my torso.  My pace for the first nine miles was solid, what some with my sleek body type might even call quick.  Now some of you non-marathoners may say to yourself, "You run nine miles at a quick pace after not having trained properly for a marathon?!  That sounds like a long distance."  Sadly, in the world of elite athletes (and other struggling runners), nine miles is just a drop in the bucket.  After nine miles, all downhill, I still had over 17 more to run.  Using wisdom garnered from marathons past I even held back those first nine miles, fighting the urge to go as fast as I could on the downhill.  At about mile five my body temperature was up and I peeled the garbage off, surrendering to the wetness.

By the time I hit mile ten my outlook had gone from apprehensive to good to worried.  The cold started to kick in as my pace slackened and the pain started to set in.  Following a port-a-potty stop between mile ten and thirteen I was afraid of continuing on past the halfway point.  The familiar thoughts and doubts hit me harder than they had during any previous marathon.

"You won't make it to the cut off in time."
"You're going to injure yourself."
"It's too cold.  You'll get hypothermia if you keep expending energy."  (Usually I worry about being too hot.)
"You're stupid you should have trained and now you'll never make it."
"You'll never recover from the hill after mile fourteen."
"Calling your wife from the hospital will ruin your day."

For two miles I worked through the doubts, entertaining ways to justify quitting at the halfway point.  As I rounded the corner into the halfway point in Eden, I knew I had to keep going.  I forced the reasons for continuing to the forefront of my mind:

"Your body is still moving.  It's not broken."
"Dad finished it last year with a torn calf muscle and the same amount of training."
"Dad is deployed and would rather be feeling all my pains and aches.  Calling to tell him you quit will be as bad as calling your wife from the hospital."
"I want to look down on the reservoir, see the steep canyon sides, and cross that finish line."
"You can do it.  There is no good reason to stop."

With my resolve set I approached the halfway point, excited for an orange slice or two to keep me going.  As I approached I heard over the speakers the following announcement, meant for the relay runners who had just finished up:

"Bus F107 is waiting to take you down the canyon.  Go jump on the bus and get out of the rain.  They have the heater on."

Unbelievable.  My body tried to turn toward the bus but I made it to the volunteer with the oranges and kept going.  As I rounded the corner toward the hill I fought the urge to weep.  I fought through the depression until I hit mile fifteen and knew, if I could keep my pace up I would make it.

Using my Garmin I tracked my mile splits closely in an effort to make sure that my pace was sufficient to beat the cut off times.  My pace had dropped off as I climbed to mile fifteen and I committed myself to keeping my pace up.  Unfortunately at mile sixteen my Garmin, the screen filled with rain water, shorted out and reset.  I couldn't get it to start again.  Without the Garmin I took the next best option for keeping my pace where it needed to be--I ran as often as my legs allowed me.

Passing the aid station at mile seventeen I reached the dam ahead of the cut off time.  I must not have looked too bad because none of the medical vans approached me to inquire as to my health.  I hit the downhill and ran.  For the next four or more miles down the canyon I managed to alternate between running and walking.  This is the part where I always find my core group of fellow runners/walkers, those who continuously trade places.  The rain, which hadn't bothered me much since early on, had soaked my shoes causing a sock to bunch up and give me a painful blister on my right foot.

Exiting the canyon I knew I would finish.  I just didn't know if I would beat my goal time.  After running 23 miles you would think that a simple 5K wouldn't be so intimidating.  I continued to alternate between running and walking, eventually pulling away from almost all the members of my little core group.  Finally I turned onto Grant Street, that last, seemingly interminable stretch of the Ogden Marathon.  Each year I swear they move the entire city center a couple of blocks further back.

As I approached the final 200 or so yards the adrenaline kicked in, I could see people lining the finishing shoots.  I could hear the announcer calling out names.  At that point I couldn't have stopped my body from running as fast as it could.  Off to one side I could hear my sisters Samantha and Heather yelling at me, cheering me on toward the finish.  Again, like each previous year I was overcome with emotion as I came into the finish line, especially when I looked up to see that I had beat my expected time by about thirty minutes.

I knew, as I had each of the previous three years, that I will be running it again next year.

Ogden Marathon 2013 Bib and Medal


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I drove back home to Henderson the day after the marathon enduring the pain of sore muscles and joints.  On the way I reflected on lessons learned:

1. Training is important.
2. Experience goes a long way.
3. Training is important.

The course was beautiful this year.  The rain and the clouds provided an amazing backdrop against the peaks, cliffs, and valleys on this course.

My wife confronted me shortly after I arrived home.  I think she wanted me to admit defeat and promise not to do the full marathon again next year.  Her dismay was evident as I expressed my commitment to run it again next year.  Again I heard the word "stupid" mumbled under her breath.  I think, however, that next year she may run the Ogden Half Marathon.  What better first step to a full marathon?


--Jarad Van Wagoner

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Dream Job

You go to work each day (hopefully, but maybe not in this economy) where you do your best to provide for your family and you try to get as much satisfaction out of the experience as possible.    When you're able to do both you can get pretty close to career nirvana.  I've been close a couple of times.  Any time I've had a job where I haven't earned enough income to provide for my family adequately, I've had a hard time enjoying the work no matter how much I love the rest of it.  Of course, I have the added challenge of providing for a wife and six children, so my financial needs are not insignificant.  Like most people I've also had times when I earned enough but the job satisfaction was lacking for a variety of reasons.

What is the secret to finding that point of harmony?  That area where the earnings and satisfaction quotients coexist?  Some people find this place early on in their careers.  They manage to do the same thing for years or decades, becoming a master at their trade.  Others never find it.  Either they get stuck in an occupation that meets only one or neither need, or they bounce around looking for the perfect fit, one that seems just beyond their grasp.  I'm one of those in-betweeners.  There have been clear and distinct times in my working life when I have felt satisfied on both levels, but those occurrences have proven to be transitory.

One of my favorite lines from literature is, "Not all who wander are lost."  Bilbo Baggins and I are very much alike.  We both like the comforts of home; yet we yearn to see the world and experience as much of it as possible.  My blessing, my curse is that I fell in love with reading at young age.  I read everything from historical fiction to fantasy to current events to modern day thrillers to social sciences.  Without leaving my small, hometown, I experienced much of the world (and other worlds) vicariously through the characters.  Growing up I never had an overwhelming desire to be a __________.  I wanted to do this, be that, and try that over there.

My hope was that by the time I entered college I would know what I wanted to do.  Throughout college my hope was that I would know what I wanted to do by the time I graduated.  Honestly, I didn't do too badly.  I only switched majors once, (from mechanical engineering to finance), but it was a process filled with pain and indecisiveness.  By the time I graduated I was very close to a double major and not far from a triple major, all in just four years of school.  In fact, if I could be paid to go to school full time and make enough to provide for my family, that's where I would be right now.

A quick glance at my complete resume reveals a surprising diversity of experience:
- Owner, lawn care business (11-13 years old)
- Rural sanitary engineer (cleaning up the county dumpsters, 16-17 years old)
- Maintenance and Summer Project Crew, County School District (17-19 years old)
- Occasional farm helper, (16-19 years old)
- Appliance delivery, (18-19 years old)
- Port-a-potty maintenance and delivery, (17-19 years old)
- Roto-rooter technician, (17-19 years old)
- Sorter, Deseret Industries, (21 years old)
- Campus Security, (21-22 years old)
- Robotic welder operator and machine shop assistant, (22-23 years old)
- Cheese plant technician, (23-24 years old)
- Insurance agent and financial planner, (24-25 years old)
- Part-time substitute teacher, (25 years old)
- Construction laborer, part-time, (24-25 years old)
- Financial Management Officer, USAF, (25-28 years old)
- International Programs, Deputy Director, USAF, (28-30 years old)
- Full-time graduate student, on a salary, (30-32 years old)
- Research Fellow, part-time (32-34 years old)
- International Programs, Deputy Director and Assistant Professor of Russian and Political Science, (32-35 years old)
- Director of Agency Relations, Support and Sales, Software Development Company, (35-37 years old)
- Director of Development, Construction Education and Certification, (present)

Now, I could go back and highlight which jobs met one or both of the requirements for harmony, but I wouldn't want to risk offending any previous employers or jading any possible future employers.  In terms of the first requirement, sufficient salary, the best option for me is just to get paid as much as possible.  (But, I'm sure that's true for most people.)

It is challenging for me to find the job that is truly satisfying.  Consider my educational background along with my previous employment:

- Bachelor of Arts, Finance; minor, political science.  Utah State University.
- Basic Officer Training School, USAF.  Maxwell AFB, AL.
- Aerospace Basic Course, USAF.  Maxwell AFB, AL.
- Basic Financial Management Officer Course, USAF.  Maxwell AFB, AL.
- Foreign Disclosure Officer Training, USAF.
- Master of Arts, National Security Affairs--Russia and Europe.  Naval Postgraduate School.








Additionally, I've managed to travel to or live in the following countries as part of my work or service experience: Russia, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Romania, Slovakia, Austria, the Netherlands, Mongolia, China, Japan, and Singapore.


With that background, I would love like to try to describe my dream job, the one that would meet both requirements for an extended number of years.

First requirement, I need a salary large enough to meet all of our current needs; allow us to help our children with college, weddings, and missions; and provide enough to set aside a nest egg large enough to allow us to live comfortably and serve multiple missions for the church.  It wouldn't hurt if it was also enough to allow us to travel the country and world as a family.  I could quote a figure, but I would hate to provide any future employers a minimum floor level.  Instead I would prefer to allow them to determine my worth in hopes that it exceeds my floor minimum.

Now for the tricky part, achieving job satisfaction, or maybe I should up the ante and refer to it as "achieving job excitement."  What would it take for me to achieve job satisfaction with occasional job excitement?  What do I look for in a job?  I wrote a list the other day and such a job would need to include the following:

- It makes a positive difference in the lives of people.
- It requires me to think and solve problems.
- It allows me to create new products, procedures, processes, and programs.
- It allows me to make things work better.
- It allows me to teach others.
- It requires me to speak Russian or some other foreign language on occasion.
- The opportunity to work with smart, interesting, and funny people, the type of people that I wouldn't mind spending time with outside of work.
- The opportunity to travel internationally a few times a year, maybe spend two or three weeks abroad at a time, and to make new friends and contacts overseas.
- It requires me to stay current on national and international politics and relations.
- It allows me to research and write on interesting topics on a regular basis.
- It doesn't involve too much routine or repetitive actions.  I don't want to be a mass producer of anything.

There's the job description for my dream job.  I'm not sure if they're in order of precedence.  At certain times some may be more important that others.  Of course, I could throw in a few more things like a company car, an awesome expense account, fancy business cards, pays me to run races, etc.  But that's just stretching for the perfect job.

Please let me know if you come across the job that meets my descriptions and would mesh well with my previous employment history and education.  I may not be looking to move on from where I'm at, but it's always nice to know that the dream job is out there.

- Jarad Van Wagoner

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Why Do You Ragnar?

Almost exactly one year ago I wrote a blog piece titled "Why I Ragnar."  I wrote it after finishing the SoCal Ragnar with a team consisting of my family and friends.  Overall it's been a rather successful post.  To date it's had almost 1,100 pageviews and still makes me laugh whenever I read it.  In it I describe why each of my teammates was running the Ragnar.  The catch, however, is that I never actually asked them why they were running.  Instead I extrapolated their reasons for them from my own suppositions.  Without attempting to brag, I'd have to say that in most cases I came pretty close to what they would have said.

Wasatch Back Ragnar 2011

The piece then goes on to describe why I run Ragnars.  To date I have ran eight Ragnar events: two SoCals, two Wasatch Backs, two Vegas, one Ragnar Trail Experiment, and one Ragnar Trail Relay.  Also I have ran the Red Rock Relay in Southern Utah.  This year I'll do another Wasatch Back, another Vegas, and maybe another trail relay. 

Ragnar Trail Experiment 2012

After all that experience I've become comfortable with why I run Ragnars--with why I pay out good money for entrance fees,van rentals, food, gas, and lodging; with why I am willing to run anywhere from 13 to 20+ miles in a period of 30-36 hours with little to no sleep; with why I'm okay with sitting in a van with people who are sweaty, dirty, and stinky not to mention grumpy and out of sorts from lack of sleep and soreness; and with all the other things that make it challenging.  My problem is that when I try to explain to non-runners and even some runners why I do it, they don't understand.

SoCal 2012 - Trying to get some sleep


Let me correct that last statement.  A few of them do understand and are willing to try it.  Most of them that do try it love it and go on to run a second or a third or a fourth Ragnar.  I know one or two who have tried it, checked it off of their list, and vowed never to do it again.  (Most of us are okay with that as our experience with them may not have been all that great either.)  Many people, however, look at me like I'm stupid, crazy, out of my mind, sad, loony, and any number of descriptors for talking glowingly about the Ragnar much less running them repeatedly. 

Most of you likely have seen the computer animated video of the guy explaining to his female colleague the logistics of running an overnight relay race.  When I showed that video to my mother-in-law, after attempting to explain the lure and pull of the Ragnar multiple times, she started to laugh hysterically.  Honestly, it became a bit offensive.  I had to walk away and not speak with her for a few hours.  She just doesn't get it and I don't know how to explain it to her.  And there are many others like her.

On an interesting side note, our teams have had a number of non-running van drivers, who after viewing and experiencing the Ragnar as an observer, decided they had to run a Ragnar.

So, my request to you, the reader, is to share your reasons.  Why do you run Ragnars?  How do you explain the Ragnar ? Have you found any effective explanations that convince your non-believing, non-running friends?  If you have, please share them in the comments.  If you haven't found any effective explanations, then share your reasons that make sense to you.

One of my favorite things about the Ragnar, and all other races, is the power of a shared experience.  People from all walks of life gather to run together, to cheer for each other, and to help each other across the finish line.  It brings family, friends, co-workers, and strangers together.  (I always feel bad for the non-Ragnarians in the family when we all get together and start discussing past and future races.)

Las Vegas Ragnar 2012 - Finish Line

So, again, let's share our experiences and our reasons for running.  Share some of your favorite stories--serious and humorous.  Even if "they" don't get it, we do.

- Jarad Van Wagoner

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Ragnar Zion - To the Trails


Last October I participated in the rain soaked running of the Ragnar Trail Experiment at the Zion Ponderosa Ranch in southern Utah.  It was an amazing experience, but honestly I was hoping for something more comfortable for the inaugural running of the official Ragnar Trail Relay – Zion.

(Experimental Trail Running - Ragnar)
 

Tanner Bell, Steve Aderholt and the rest of the Ragnar Team did not disappoint.  They even managed to bring the good weather.  On Friday, April 26th I descended on the Zion Ponderosa Ranch to try it all again with hundreds of additional runners ready to hit the trails. 
 

First, a quick shout out to the Zion Ponderosa Ranch.  They have an amazing facility that is run extremely well and happens to be in one of the most beautiful areas of the world.  Their efforts and support, much of it unseen, added immensely to the enjoyment of the overall experience.
 

I arrived around 11am with my young daughter and son in tow.  We drove up from Henderson, NV to meet the rest of our team coming down from different parts of Utah and Idaho.  The only big glitch in the entire program hit us right away.  Fighting to get all of our gear onto a trailer and then fighting to get us onto a bus was painful and frustrating, but at least it was short lived.  Picking out a campsite wasn’t that easy either.  My two main suggestions to the Ragnar team is to find a way to make the transport of people and supplies run more smoothly and to do a better job of laying out the acceptable campsites.  The lack of organization in the transportation resulted in a delayed start time for our team.  (Of course, all of us could have gotten there a bit earlier if we had known it was going to take that long.)
 

From the drop off on, the race ran without a hitch for our team—pun intended.  Check in was a breeze.  The team orientation, twenty minutes before the run, was perfect.  I loved not having to hear about all the traffic issues for the run.  And, how impressive was that wooden Ragnar arch?





I took off right at 2:30pm, our team’s first runner.  While I heard some teams complain about the trails not being marked clearly enough, I thought it was near perfect.  I never got lost and never hesitated about which direction to run.  I was excited to see that the trail markings were based on symbols/shapes as well as colors.  After the Ragnar Trail Experiment we were one of the teams that suggested they use some type of shapes or symbols to mark the trails to help runners like my father who happen to be colorblind.
 

The green leg was a great opportunity to work the kinks out of my legs after the long ride to the Ragnar Village.  By the time I was coming back up my legs were warmed up.  Although at one point where I wanted to walk for a bit I had to keep running while a two-person film crew on a four wheeler rode next to me recording my awesome stride.  I was shocked, however, when I hit the last steep hill that finished up all three legs heading into the transition tent.  I wasn’t excited to know that I had to come down from the yellow and red trails just to climb that hill for each one.
 

Going first for our team had a huge benefit in terms of the timing of my runs.  I had plenty of time to get dinner in between the legs.  By the way, the chili dinner with cornbread tasted great, but chili is not considered the safest meal for runners especially when they’re sharing tents.  Luckily, I personally suffered no ill effects from the dinner, but a few (one) of our team members kept talking about the potential dangers until we drove away.
 

I started the red trail sometime between 11pm and midnight.  What an amazing experience running out in the sage and trees with a full moon!  The only downside was that my headlamp had some issues and didn’t provide nearly enough light.  There were a few stretches where I made my best guess about where to put my foot since I couldn’t see anything.  I was so happy to run that trail in the coolness of the night rather than the heat of the day.  For a while I didn’t think the trail was ever going to turn back toward Ragnar Village.  Climbing the hill at the end of that leg was a blessing as it helped warm me up a bit before my leg finished.  Again, the trails were marked extremely well for the night runs as well.
 

After visiting trying to rehydrate near the campfire and visiting with a couple of teammates and other runners I headed back to our tents to try to warm up in some dry clothes and to get some sleep.  It was wonderful to know that I wouldn’t be running again until around seven or eight in the morning.  My plan was to get a few good hours of sleep. 
 

Once I finally warmed up I was able to fall asleep but not able to sleep too deeply.  Finally around 4:30am I started to worry about fueling up for my next run.  So, I got up and grabbed some food to take to the campfire.  With an orange, a banana, a couple of chocolate bars, and a lot of water in my system I was feeling pretty good.  Of course, I also took advantage of those cool stationary bikes hooked up to the batteries to work out some lactic acid and to warm my legs up.
 

My last leg, the yellow, started around 8am.  The temperature was perfect for that horrendous climb to the top of the ridge.  Like a few others I used the amazing views on the way up and at the top as an excuse to catch my breath while I looked around.  My legs had enough juice left to hustle down and back into camp, although once again that last hill slowed me down a bit.  I was amazed as I came in to have the high school team that had started at 7:30pm the night before have their last runner cross the finish line on their last leg shortly after I came in from my last run.  They completed all 24 legs in less than 16 hours.
 

I ran with a great team this year.  My sister Heather, my brother-in-law Brett, Kami Avila, Cassidy Norman and her son Tyson, Angala Thomson, and Nikki Christensen.  Everyone made it through every leg.  Brett and Tyson even managed to post some pretty good times.  While our time wasn’t the slowest we were one of the last teams to cross the finish line.  We appreciate the enthusiasm and support from the Ragnar team and all of the volunteers.  The medals are amazing this year and I look forward to getting one or two more trail medals this year.




The Ragnar Village was amazing.  It was great seeing all of the runners in their campsites and in their costumes.  The support tents and the Ragnar store were great.  I managed to drop a few dollars on some fun merchandise.  Of course I took advantage of the massage after my first run.  I rode the stationary bikes a couple of times.  The campfire was a great place to mingle and stay warm.  The screens with the race and team information were great.  Luckily I didn’t have to use the services of the First Aid tent, but it was great to see them on site.  My children and nieces and nephew had a great time swimming and playing pool and ping pong.  Unfortunately, I must admit that I didn’t take a shower during the race.  The lines were too long.   I didn’t mind though…my teammates might have, but I didn’t.





This year I ran the Ragnar in large part to honor my father, Reed Van Wagoner.  His Navy Reserve Unit was activated and is in the process of deploying to the Middle East.  He usually heads up our teams and runs every race with us.  His absence left a big gap on our team.  Some you may have seen a few of us wearing our gold Navy shirts with the Van Wagoner name on the back.  We had a US Navy flag hanging from one of our tents as well.  My dad was very sad to miss this race and all the other Ragnars and other races he usually runs with us.  Our thoughts and prayers will be with him for the duration of his deployment as we await his safe return.  It’s likely that you’ll see a few of us or our supporters wearing the shirt for him this year as we run some of the other Ragnar races.  If you see us, please feel free to ask for an update.

Check out my post about running for my dad:
Running with Reed 






As always, one of the highlights of any Ragnar is running into friends, former teammates, and runners I've seen at different venues.  At this race, as I came in from my first leg to hand off the timing belt to my sister, I knew I knew the volunteer.  She kept smiling at me and giving me instructions about making the exchange while I was trying to give instructions to my sister.  I must have looked confused as I stared at her because finally she looked at me and asked, "Do you remember your name?"  It was Paulette Peatross.   We chatted briefly as she told me that most of her family was at the race and were staying in a nearby cabin.  

After my leg I returned to the transition area to see if I could find any more of the Peatross clan.  Pretty quickly I saw Paulette walk up with Sondra, Ron, and some of the young children in tow.  A little later I ran into Jason.  Now the Peatrosses are some of my favorite people in the world.  They're one of those families that has done so many kind things for so many people over the years that they are friends to everyone.  I hadn't seen Ron and Paulette since my wedding reception almost 16 years ago.  I hadn't seen Sondra since our ten year class reunion ten years ago.  I hadn't seen Jason since about the time I graduated from high school 20 years ago.  Hugs were exchanged and we quickly caught up on life.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to see Loralee and a few of the others, but maybe next time.

   
Tanner, Steve, and the Ragnar Team, keep up the great work.  It’s great to be able to participate in these very cool and very fun experiences with such a diverse group of people.  If only I had the time and money to run in all of them…

Please feel free to leave your thoughts and comments on the Ragnar Trail Relay or on any other topic that floats your boat.

Check out and please respond to my blog post that poses the question:
Why Do You Ragnar? 

- Jarad Van Wagoner