I finished the Austin Marathon yesterday.
It was a new course, with plenty of hills. Perhaps with some twisted delight, the race planners routed the final half mile up 11th street from Red
River. This 80-foot climb over a mere three blocks caused fits of rage or tears
as fatigued runners turned the corner to see the daunting climb standing
between them and the finish line.
I had decided to follow my coach’s
advice and adhere to a carefully planned race strategy. I would dial back my
effort on early hills to save my legs, increase my pace modestly during flat
portions of the race, and close the last few miles at an ambitious speed while
retaining some energy for the final hill.
I imagined myself charging up 11th
street. This was not an unrealistic goal, having followed a strict training regimen that
pushed me beyond my limits. I had increased my long-run distance to 24 miles,
learning to close at marathon goal pace on painfully fatigued legs. I did speed
drills on Wednesdays, and woke up early on Mondays to conquer 12-mile runs
before work. The training cycle confirmed what I already knew about myself: I
am a disciplined and goal-driven person, whether in training or at my job.
I possessed these qualities throughout
my life, even though I believed the opposite for many years. Somehow, I had come
to view myself through a prism of shame. The messages I told myself sabotaged
every goal. Shame stole my resilience, making the challenges of life impact me
like a flat tire running over potholes. I look back on that time, and I’m no
longer surprised that I descended into anxiety, depression, and addiction.
No one can endure self-loathing without eventually breaking.
This is how I spun out of control
and committed crimes that landed me in prison. I don’t excuse my actions, but I
do understand them. I met countless men whose self-image had been similarly
corrupted. The lucky ones met kindly people who helped them to shape a new
story about themselves, a story that opened the door to their true potential. These
men weren’t “rehabilitated” so much as they were awakened.
It’s important for me to make
that clarification, because there is a belief in our culture that prison has
the power to rehabilitate. There has never existed an intervention where
heaping shame upon a broken person leads to positive transformation. Yet, the
predominant mode of human interaction between correctional officers and
incarcerated individuals is the degrading of human dignity. There are decent
people working as correctional officers, but they inevitably quit.
Texas prisons have one of the highest turnover rates of any state agency.
Harsh treatment was the norm. I
remember one female Sergeant who worked as the risk management officer. One
day, she and another female officer stationed themselves in sight of the
changing tables outside of the mechanical building where I worked. The
mechanical bosses were required to strip search us before returning to the main
unit, so she decided to monitor the strip search. She and the other female
officer laughed wickedly as she’d call out orders to the bosses: “Hey, you
didn’t make him spread his cheeks!”
As part of my race strategy, I
decided to name 11th Street after her. Whatever else happened during
the race, I was going to run every step of that tortuous hill as fast as I
could.
She was not going to be an obstacle that caused me to limp towards the finish line.
Things did not go according to
plan during the race. The temperature was in the 50s with humidity levels above
85%, risking both hypothermia and dehydration. I managed to conquer the first
22 miles a bit slower than my goal pace; but I still had hope of achieving a
personal record. Suddenly, a wave of nausea slowed me, and I began shivering
and sweating profusely. I pressed on for another mile but had to stop. I sat
down and vomited on the grass next to me. I knew that I was dehydrated, and
that continuing to run the final miles would be risky.
But 11th Street was
only two miles away. I got up, disoriented, and began to run slowly. Somehow, I
made it to the last water station and forced down some water and electrolytes,
which caused another wave of nausea. I pressed on, even finding some speed for
the final half mile before 11th.
I turned onto the hill and saw my
wife. She ran next to me, and we bounded up the hill together. As the finish
line came into sight, the clock indicated that I had 40 seconds to cross the
line to beat my personal record. I managed to sprint the final distance in 20
seconds. I received my medal, and struggled to the medical tent where they
wrapped me in a hypothermia blanket and helped me to take in fluids.
I know that I’m capable of
doing more marathons, but there are so many other hills to climb. This year, I’m
building a coalition to transform how local communities respond to drug use. I’m
part of the JustLeadershipUSA 2018 Leading with Conviction cohort, where I’m
learning to draw out the leadership potential in others. Maybe I’ll do my first
Spartan Race this year.
Whatever my next goal, I’ve put 11th Street behind me.
First off, congratulations Doug for getting up 11th Street! I've been reading the book, "Barking to the Choir" by Gregory Boyle and your comments about Correctional Officers reminded me of a passage in this book. "When we label folks scum, it makes it all right to do anything we want to them. Who doesn't belong? We try and imagine Jesus and God compiling a list of those who should not make the cut, but we come up short. We can't think of anybody."
ReplyDeleteYes, I kind of want to edit the general statement about all C.O.'s. It's tragic to see people start their careers, fresh out of Sam Houston with CJ degrees, and find that C.O.'s play almost no role in rehabilitation. They are security staff. When you get the opportunity to talk to them as human beings, however, they have genuinely insightful views about corrections, rehabilitation, etc. One of my favorite people was my Criminology Instructor who was a ranking officer in prison at one point in his career. He gave it up to become a teacher - teaching incarcerated individuals sociology! I think my characterization of C.O.'s was more about the culture and not the people themselves...except for 11th street!
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