Archive | October 2017

Half Marathon Insights

I ran the Kooky Spooky Half Marathon yesterday. It was a small race (maybe 500 people or so) and the course was beautiful – right in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. I haven’t really had the opportunity to train for this race.  Usually the 5 or 6 Sundays leading up to a half-marathon I do increasingly long runs. So by the time race day arrives, I am ready for 13.1 miles.  This time, I did not have that luxury.  It has been a really rough few months. Rough in the world at large, rough in my personal life, and often rough in my head as I try to navigate through. Depression even overtook me for a couple of weeks. I am so glad it lifted, as that feeling of utter aloneness, even when among hundreds of people or even your closest friends and family members is torture.  Thank God, I spend a lot of time when things are “good” building up my immunity to despair through the study of EMUNAH (loosely translated as faith in God – that God is ONLY good and everything that happens is ultimately for the good – even though it doesn’t always feel or look that way).  So even though I was in a deep, dark pit, emunah became my life preserver. So dealing with all of this – Sunday runs were not 10 milers.  They were more like 6 or 7 miles tops.  So I would be out of shape, oh well.  Since my only desire for running a half-marathon is that I finish unhurt and with a smile on my face, I have never put pressure on myself to finish in a certain amount of time. So I go at whatever pace I can. And the non-timing pressure allows me to luxury to stop and take pictures along the way and enjoy the scenery.

This is mile 11.

This race had an unusually late start time.  Usually half-marathons start around 7am, but this was scheduled for 9am.  Sweet.  Its usually really really cold early in the morning and I usually FREEZE waiting for the race to start.  This time it wasn’t cold, but it was very windy.

The announcer pulled the start trigger and we were off. The first few miles were LONG….I have done enough of these half marathons to know that the first few miles ALWAYS feel the longest.  Once I hit the halfway mark it goes by much faster. So I was very happy when I got to mile 7.

I new it was all downhill from there.  Except it wasn’t.

The second half of the race – particularly around miles 8-11 were full of switchback hills and it was SO windy.  Wind and hills – a perfect combination to say “forget this….I’m calling an Uber.” However I found myself just putting one foot in front of the other.  And while I always take regular 1 minute walk breaks every 3 minutes (I do the “don’t-get-yourself-hurt-run-into-your-90’s” method known as Run-Walk-Run or the Interval method – don’t judge…its is STILL running!), I found myself walking more often or for longer periods of time.  I saw many people – even men and women who were younger than me, having to walk at times during that hilly/windy part.  I was not alone.  I just kept putting one foot in front of the other.  Whether it was walking, jogging, running, I just kept moving.  We all did.  I listened to my daughter’s playlist “Holy Music for My Soul” to keep me inspired. Listened to inspiring talks given by some powerful women like Esther Wein and Aliza Bulow.  Phoned a friend.  Talked to God.  I even said to myself “I think I can, I think I can” like the Little Train that Could.

Eventually, the switchback ended and we were running downhill. What a joy! I  made up for my extra walk breaks on the downhill as I had gravity in my favor and cruised along skipping a walk break or two.  And then….there it was…the hill that My Kooky Spooky running buddy Meredith warned me about!  She told me that there is a hill at the end of the course. I just figured it was the switchbacks I had just done.  But there was another one!!! Just when I was catching my breath.  MORE?????  Yup. Here we go again…..

And then at about 12.75 miles Meredith was there cheering me on.  She held her finish medal against her chest while she ran the last half mile with me. I usually try to “give it all I got” as I approach the finish line, but I couldn’t give any more than I had. I could only give the best I had at that moment, and it was good enough. I ran through the finish line with my arms in the air. I did it!!!

It was hilly and windy, but I kept putting one foot in front of the other.

And isn’t that how life is?  Just when we catch our breath, we are hit with another hill. (Or just when we get a chance to roll over and float, we get hit with another wave – that metaphor works too!).  That is LIFE. Judaism teaches us that life is about stretching ourselves to reach our potential. It is about getting spiritually stronger day by day. Last year I did some one-on-one strength training with a coach.  About 3 months into training, it felt so hard. “Melissa, why is this so hard?” I said.   “Chaya, don’t you realize that I have to keep adding weight? As you get stronger, you need harder exercises to challenge you.”    I feel like God is saying the same thing.  When it comes to lifting spiritual weight, my spiritual exercises get more challenging.  In spiritual growth, sometimes just putting one foot in front of the other feels like I have lead feet.  But the point is to keep on keepin’ on. God has a plan.  The plan is GOOD.  Everything God does is for the good.  These are basic tenets of Judaism.  And even when it is hilly and windy, we can always make it to the finish line….Until the next race of course.

The Gift of Grief #2 – Waves Can Sneak Up On You

I did not see it coming. Actually, I thought it had already come and gone. Grief can be that way.

My father’s 50th yartzeit (anniversary of his death) was on the second night of Rosh Hashanah. And I wrote about that here.  But this next wave snuck up on me – and has lingered- first, with no clue as to what was going on, and just yesterday, decided to reveal itself. And it is still there.  Tears and fears, hopes and dreams, missed opportunities. When your father gets diagnosed with cancer when you are five weeks old and then dies when you are six months old, even at 50 years old and with a masters degree, you still don’t have a clue as to what you missed.

You would think that a woman who works as a hospice social worker, I would have this grief thing down to a science. And I do to a degree..I support the families I work with by holding the space for all of their feelings, giving them permission to let whatever comes when it comes, let whatever go when it goes. And it is helpful to them.  I sometimes forget that I need that support too.

And grief does not just not emerge from losing someone to death. A month ago my daughter left to study for a year in Israel. What a gift for her, for our family, for the Jewish people, and the world.  What she will learn there will change her and the world for the better. But I miss her. We all miss her. It is not the same in our house without her here. Especially since she is the family cook! While there is joy in knowing she is in Eretz Yisroel, there is grief in missing her.

And changes in our community have brought waves of grief.  While ultimately EVERYTHING God does is for the good, due to my limited HUMAN capability to understand His ways, it doesn’t always look good to me. It think I am going to add a stage to the grief model that Elizabeth Kubler-Ross articulated.  When she first came out with it, we thought the stages moved in a linear fashion.


We now know that the stages are not linear, but are fluid. They come and go and mix themselves up.

I would add another stage.

And unfortunately insight does not come “on demand” like last season’s “This Is Us” episodes. But it is always streaming, waiting for an opening.  I have seen time and time again that there is always insight to be gained from ALL experiences in life. And the gift of grief is that it brings the gift of insight. Insight that can bring healing to ones own heart and the hearts of others when shared.

The insights I have gained from this latest wave of grief is not a curse, but a gift. It means that I am ALIVE because I am FEELING.  And God gave us the gift to feel a myriad of emotions. Judaism teaches me that. Try going to a bris, a funeral and wedding all in the same day.  Judaism also teaches me that the default setting for humans is SIMCHA/JOY.  In the month of Adar we raise our joy, and in the month of Av we lower it. But the default is joy.  And there can be joy in grief.  What got me through this last week or so was knowing that there is ALWAYS light at the end of the tunnel (and it is not an oncoming train, for the pessimists out there!).  I just don’t know when I will see the light but I do know that the light is always there.  That is a FACT.  Don’t just believe me. Get curious. And you will see it for yourself.

Why This Is Us Is Us

I don’t watch much TV.  For many reasons. There is one show, however that I do watch.  THIS IS US.
I watch it while running on my treadmill, and my sweat and tears combine.

I don’t think it is a coincidence that THIS IS US has gained a worldwide audience, and tissue sales have likely gone up. While the networks are generally filled with “reality tv”(which is anything but reality), and other shows that have desensitized us (and our youth – so sad) with explicit language, scenes and themes, I believe this show touches the heart and soul of a person because, although it is still Hollywood, the underlying themes are REAL. Themes we can all relate to on some level, no matter our color, sexual orientation, or income: fear, love, grief, loss, self-esteem, sickness, death, family dynamics, triumph, disappointment, facing challenges, the human desire for connection.

In today’s world that is totally upside down. In today’s world where the screaming at each side of the aisle is so loud that no one can hear anymore, THIS IS US is 40 minutes of escape into the things that really matter in life.  How we treat each other, how we work together, how we are all the same inside, no matter what the outsides look like or what our heads have been saturated with by the media.

I have to much to accomplish in this lifetime to sit around and watch TV every night. I hope you do too.
But at a time where the media is full of hate and things that truly should make us all blush, THIS IS US can be a refreshing oasis and a platform to have real, meaningful, conversations with our families, friends and fellow human beings.

This entry was posted on October 3, 2017. 1 Comment

Praying for a Wagon?

Our family had an extraordinary Yom Kippur. We spent Yom Kippur with The Jewish Experience, the organization that I have the merit of working for, as I try to share the beauty of Torah with others. My colleagues Rabbi Danny Wolfe and Rabbi Yisrael Katz had the brilliant idea of bringing world traveler and world renowned Rabbi Yisroel Lashak to inspire the teens and adults over Yom Kippur. And that he did.  One of my kids said they have never had a Yom Kippur like this before and during the final hours of Yom Kippur, they felt the incredible presence of God. Rabbi Lashak spoke several times and told many stories. Some true and some metaphoric.  The following story had a mind-blowing, game-changing impact on me. It went something like this:

There was a city ruled by a King. In this city lived a man who had many, many health issues. He was so sick that he was unable to work, and therefore, he and his family lived in poverty. To feed and clothe his family, the man would walk the streets of the city each evening collecting the scraps of food and worn clothing put on the side of the road.  He did this night after night, and it was difficult and taxing on him.

The King, in his kindness, set aside a day where all of his people could stand in line and one-by-one ask him for ANYTHING they wanted. For this was a very powerful King who had the power to grant them their desires.

The poor, sick man stood in line to speak to the King.  When it was finally his turn, the King’s assistant brought him before the King. The King asked him what he wanted. “Your Highness, what I really, really need and want is a wagon to carry the scraps of food and worn clothing. I am too weak to carry them in my hands, and a wagon would really solve my problems.”  The Kings assistant started laughing at the man.  “Why are you laughing?” the man asked. “Why am I laughing you ask? You are standing before the King. He can grant you anything you want, and  you are asking for a wagon! Why don’t you ask him to heal your afflictions? Then you will be able to work and support your family! You can ask for the thing that will solve your problems, and instead all you ask for is a wagon? What a fool!”

Rabbi Lashak then brought the message home.  We are asking for “wagons” in the form of health, wealth, good relationships, peace on earth. We should be praying for Moshiach to arrive!  For when Moshiach arrives, the Oneness of God will be revealed,  ALL human beings on earth will have clarity and we will ALL live in Peace.
This Truth is one of the foundational principles of Judaism.

Some of you know I have a “Moshiach outfit.” It is a special white skirt and beautiful blouse and pretty earrings that I keep hanging on my closet door, ready to don when Moshiach arrives.  The only other time I wear it as I await the call of Moshiach’s arrival, is on Yom Kippur.  So get this… I was wearing my Moshiach outfit when I was hearing this powerful message!

While I will still likely bring my limited vision “wagon” prayers to God, they will now will be prefaced with a sincere plea for the one thing that I (and all of us) truly need, for Moshiach to arrive speedily in our day.