Gandhi Ashram Update

Indu

Subarna

Hi everyone,

Sorry this update is coming so late. A couple months after the marathon I finally have an update regarding the Gandhi Ashram donations! All in all, I raised $6,769.20! This is amazing and surpassed all fundraising goals I had set for myself. As promised, I wanted to let you know how this money will be used to help the students at the Gandhi Ashram.

I have been working a lot with Professor Roy, an English professor at Colby who has spent a lot of time in Kalimpong helping mentor the older students at the Gandhi Ashram. We had a few conversations about how best to use the money to help the students and the school as a whole. In the end we decided to send three recent graduates of the Gandhi Ashram to university to continue their education and to use the rest of the money to buy new shoes for as many students as possible at GAS. We selected the following students for scholarships:

Subarna Pradhan, 18 years of age
7th Mile Kalimpong
She has been admitted to a program in Social Work at Viswabharati University in West Bengal

Indu Sarki, 18 years of age
6th Mile, Kalimpong
Indu has been admitted to a Nursing Program at the Holy family School of Nursing in Patna, Bihar.

Nikita Pradhan, 19 years of age
7th Mile, Kalimpong
Nikita is waiting for admission to the IGNOU program in Medical Technology in Calcutta. She has also applied for Nursing in Patna.

I had many discussions with Professor Roy about how to use the money and we decided on these three girls because of their intelligence, diligence, and commitment to Kalimpong and to GAS. All three of these students hope to come back to Kalimpong to help the community after going to school. As a product of an all girls school, I am also very passionate about the education of women. I can think of no better way to use this money than to provide these three individuals with an opportunity to help out with their own communities.

I asked Nikita to send me an essay about her life in Kalimpong and passion for her education:

Nikita Pradhan, Class 12

I have never been good at talking, much less writing about myself. Everyone thinks I am shy, but I love to listen. I am not very good at writing, so Subarna helped me write this essay. Yesterday, she got up at six in the morning and asked me: “Nikita when are you going to write the essay? Write it and I will correct the grammar.” I don’t need help with grammar. I got 76% in my English grammar test, I reminded her. And I started writing in my notebook, and today I typed it on the computer in town.

A lady from England, Mrs Mandy Hussey named me Nikita. My mother used to work for her as a cook in the tea garden. From a very young age, I developed a liking for science—particularly Biology and Chemistry. So when most of my friends went to play, I picked up my science book and imagined the inside of human cell and flowers, and think about stars and planets, bubbles and molecules. So even if I did not do well in my science tests, I loved science and my science books. I once remember my friend picking up a fern leaf and placing it on the back of my palm. The leaf left a beautiful pattern—and I later found out that it was from the yellows grains—also called spores--that lie hidden on the back of the leaf. Something hidden and so beautiful.

I love plants and liquids. In class 8, I always waited for my Chemistry lab class because I was thrilled to pick up a test tube and pour liquids and wait for the colours to appear. Words like calyx or corolla were beautiful words. My grandfather was a farmer who taught me different things about the garden and the hidden water sources in my village. His garden was full of squashes, and every summer we had squash for lunch and dinner for two months. But he also had wild camellias and roses in all kinds of colour, peaches and apricots, which we would pick and sell in the open market on Sundays. My grandfather taught me about the beauty of peaches, and about the colour of skies that indicated when the rains would come. My grandmother knew about different kinds of rice grown in the fields— varieties that cannot be found in shops. We grew short rice, long rice, sticky rice, brown rice, black rice, red rice, and all kinds of other varieties. But that was before we left my grandfather’s village to move to our village on 7^th mile. We now have a smaller garden which my mother looks after, while my father goes to work as a labourer in Kalimpong town. I remember telling this story to one of the Colby students who came in 2007—John Amadei, and he asked me to take him to my grandfather’s village. I told John that you could see the Kanchenjunga from my grandfather’s window. But I couldn’t take him there because the farm was gone and my grandparents were no longer alive.

When I learnt to play the violin, I began to see colours in music, and people thought I was a bit mad. Kamal Sir would say: Nikita play the purple note, and everybody would laugh. I was twelve when I traveled to Japan to play at concerts, and I remember seeing the blue sea from the plane when he left India and twinkling lights of all colours when we reached Japan at night. I have bad eyesight, so when I get my headaches I see colour. I remember Father MacGuire wearing a bright purple sweater with blue stripes which my mother had knitted for him. I wait for azelias to come out during springtime. My village has azelia hedges running through it like a coloured ribbon. The village dog has an orange tail because someone put colour on him during holi. I love the blue walls of the auditorium in Gandhi Ashram, and the paintings of the Himalayas with spots of white and green and pink. Often when I pray at the temple, I see Goddess Durga appear with a garland of red hibiscus flowers.

I am quiet, but luckily I made friends with many of the Colby students, especially those who liked biology and chemistry. In January 2009, I used to watch Whitney and Cali making flags, and wanted to join, but it was for class 8 and 9, and I was older and had to think about my board exams. What I liked about the students was they were open and friendly. We took them shopping in town, for walks to our villages and temples, introduced them to our families, and made them taste our food. In 2007, Daniel and Jordan taught us to dance in the South American style. Some of the Colby girls played football like experts. One of the teams was called “Whitney Don’t shoot,” which honoured Whitney for being such a good player. We had a lot to share, but often it was difficult for us to imagine how they lived and studied and what a regular day was like for them. For us, America was so distant. But for the three weeks they were with us, they seemed like one of us.

On the final day in January 2009, we put up the prayer flags, tying the strings to the trees and the pillars. Fluttering in the breeze, I saw all of my favourite colors and lovely patterns. The flags fluttered for an whole week after they left, and when they were brought down and placed in a box, I felt that I had lost something. A dense fog surrounded the hills when the bus carrying the Colby students departed.

Nikita

Truthfully, the whole marathon experience seems very distant now. I have only recently started running again and it took a long time to forget the pain. For a while, I would wince when I saw anyone running for whatever distance. Even so, this didn't stop me from putting my name in the lottery for the London marathon next year. I know, I know, maybe I'll complain a little less the next time around...

Thank you again to everyone for your support and encouragement throughout the whole process. Even if I wasn't thinking about buying the kids shoes around mile 18, it is great to know that this whole project had such an amazing outcome.

Un abrazo muy fuerte,

Whitney

26.2! WOOOOHOOOOOO!

It's done! No more running (at least for a little while). I'm sorry I didn't write yesterday, but I have been trying to figure out how to describe what's going on in my head. Primary emotions = relief and gratitude. Relief I didn't fail. Relief I didn't hurt myself. Gratitude towards my priceless friends/family. Gratitude towards my now very achy body.

It was tough and hot. Way harder than I ever thought it would be. After all, I had run 20. 26.2 didn't seem like that long after that very painful run. Little did I know, it would be the hottest day of the year in Madrid on marathon Sunday. The first half went really well. We started on the Paseo de Recoletos (one of the main streets in Madrid) and went north towards the business district and the Estadio de Bernabeu (where Real Madrid plays) and then looped around a residential area before heading back towards my neighborhood (about a block from my house) and the very center of the city. The crowds were great, and although it was hot, I trailed a man and his wife to keep pace. All in all, my stride was good and I was coasting. Until mile 13, where I quickly realized I was DEAD.

I have read and heard about the dreaded WALL. Most people have described the feeling of helplessness that awaits marathoners around mile 20. The body simply cannot produce more effort. Glycogen debt and all that business. Needless to say, I was a little concerned that my wall came about 7 miles early. I met up with a friend (thank you Julia) at the half way point, who kept me going through my beloved Casa de Campo. Turns out the trees and sun are not so beautiful during a marathon. I tried to focus on my breath and getting back into a rhythm but my ipod broke soon after going into the park which threw me off the rest of the way. Instead I focused on Julia's back in hopes we would hit mile 18 soon and I could walk through the water stop.

Instead, we emerged from Casa de Campo to see a HILL (another one, eeek). I really did think it was over. "Screw it, I'll walk to the end" just kept going through my head. Then, my saving grace. Nicole (my roommate from Colby who FLEW from Germany to help me finish this race) and Cameron (my roommate and former Hockadaisy teammate who ran around Madrid all afternoon with extra supplies) were standing halfway up the hill. I can safely say that I don't think I have ever been more happy to see two people in my entire life. A little bit of water and some extra gu helped me get going again (verrrryyyy slowly). Nicole finished out the race with Julia and me. Not only did she give me her ipod when mine stopped working but she also ran ahead to get extra water to dump on my back. This all after she completed her very own half-marathon last weekend. Definition of badasss: Nicole Veilleux.

Highlights of the marathon:

There was also a 10k that started with the marathon. The 10k-ers ran with the marathoners until the stadium and then turned off to finish their loop. When the two groups split, the 10k runners started cheering and applauding all the marathoners. It was awesome. It was also near the beginning when I could still process things like noise and sight.

Running through my neighborhood. This was pretty badass and included a cameo from another coworker who ran about 5 miles with me.

Running through the center of Madrid (Sol, Palacio, Plaza Mayor)

Everything after this was absolutely horrible until I saw Nicole and Cameron. It included a man running without shoes beating me in Casa de Campo. Slightly embarrassing.

NICOLE AND CAMERON!!!!!!!

Watching Nicole run to water stations and then dump so much water on my back that a man actually asked me if I had showered. Also embarrassing.

The fans were awesome throughout the whole race. There were only 500 women out of a total of about 10,000 runners, so people were especially impressed with the female runners, even if I was running so slow I could have been going backwards. Venga! Guapa! Anda! Campeona! Esas chicas! Ya está hecho! Queda poco!

Actually running past some people near the end.

A impromptu rendition of "Faith" by George Michael near km 36. Actually helped a lot. Especially cause I stole Nicole's ipod and she was excited to hear some music....even if I was wheezing the lyrics by that point.

Seeing another group of English teachers in the last mile. Total surprise.

Knowing I was sort of almost done.

Running through the 10 arches at the end that I thought were the finish line to actually get to the META and knowing I had finished without dying (even if it did take a LONG time).

Getting my cheap finishers medal. BOOYEA!

Thanks to everyone for your constant support. Knowing that so many people were behind me was very helpful during that come-to-Jesus moment in the park. I will be sure to update with more photos from the marathon and plans for the Gandhi Ashram in future posts. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! GRACIAS A TODOS!

Un abrazo,

Whit

The course

http://www.maratonmadrid.org/recorrido_prov_2010.pdf

http://www.maratones.com.mx/mapas/MadridMap.pdf

article from El País on the Madrid Marathon (it's in spanish)

http://www.elpais.com/articulo/deportes/42/kilometros/gota/gota/elpepudep/20100425elpepudep_7/Tes

$4,169.20!

$4,169.20! I am so proud of this number and so grateful to everyone for their unwavering support. This amount (and any donations received this week) will surely help when I hit "the wall" and pull me through to the end. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE! Let me know if you want to come over and finish the last few miles with me...

I'm becoming obsessive, but I thought I might share some history with ya'll. See, I really can't think about anything else.

Wikipedia entry on history of the marathon:

The name Marathon comes from the legend of Pheidippides, a Greek messenger. The legend states that he was sent from the battlefield of Marathon to Athens to announce that the Persians had been defeated in the Battle of Marathon (in which he had just fought), which took place in August or September, 490 BC. It is said that he ran the entire distance without stopping and burst into the assembly, exclaiming "Νενικήκαμεν" (Nenikékamen, 'We have won.') before collapsing and dying. The account of the run from Marathon to Athens first appears in Plutarch's On the Glory of Athens in the 1st century AD which quotes from Heraclides Ponticus's lost work, giving the runner's name as either Thersipus of Erchius or Eucles. Lucian of Samosata (2nd century AD) also gives the story but names the runner Philippides (not Pheidippides).

"I always loved running...it was something you could do by yourself, and under
your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted,
fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the
strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs."

Jesse Owens

"Most people run a race to see who is fastest. I run a race to see who has the
most guts."
Steve Prefontaine

"Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired. When you were younger the mind could make you dance all night, and the body was never tired...You've always got to make the mind take over and keep going." George S. Patton, U.S. Army General and 1912 Olympian

"The marathon is like a bullfight. There are two ways to kill a bull, for instance. There is the easy way, for one. But all the great matadors end up either dead or mauled because for them killing the bull is not nearly as important as how they kill the bull. They always approach the bull at the greatest risk to themselves, and I admire that. In the marathon, likewise, there are two ways to win. There's the easy way if all you care about is winning. You hang back and risk nothing. Then kick and try to nip the leaders at the end. Or you can push, challenge the others, make it an exciting race, risking everything. Maybe you lose, but as for me, I'd rather run a gutsy race, pushing all the way and lose, then run a conservative, easy race only for a win." - Alberto Salazar, 1981

Hahaha, I thought this last one was especially relevant for the Madrid Marathon although there will be no racing involved. The goal is to finish. Just to finish and then maybe to do so without crying at the end.

slowwww downnnnn

Seven days. Run. Marathon. Run. Hills. Run. Body glide. Gel. Carbs. Shoes. This is pretty much all I think about right now which is a little bit sad. I do live in one of most exciting cities in the world and all I can think about is how I will carry gel with me on the run. Needless to say, I'm a little bit anxious. This has manifested itself in way faster running times, which sounds like a good thing but not the week before the marathon. Like the rest of Europe, I blame the volcano

Subarna's essay

I have asked a few students from the Gandhi Ashram to send me essays about their lives in Kalimpong and relationship to the school. Having experienced this magical place, it is hard for me to explain the beauty and kindness of the kids and teachers at GAS. Hopefully, Subarna's essay will help demonstrate not only the impact of the school but also the strength and intelligence of its students. Enjoy!

Subarna Pradhan, Gandhi Ashram School, Class 12

The day I turned seventeen, I saw a wild peacock in my garden, with its wings spread out in the early morning sunlight, showing all of the colours of the rainbow. My mother had prepared a special sweet dish—rice pudding with almonds. Later in the morning, I went to the temple and prayed, stopped at the Gumpha (Buddhist monastery) at the crossing of 7^th mile to seek the blessings of the lama. He gently placed his hand on my head and recited a prayer.

Soon it was time for violin practice: we were learning a new piece from Bach, a difficult piece, and I had only 20 minutes to reach school. I was very happy that day, and as I made my way through the hills to my school, hurrying along, I began to hum a melody that combined Bach with an old Lepcha folk song. Indu asked me: is it your composition? I just smiled at her. There were lots of wild flowers swaying by the wayside and dogs lazing in the sun. When I reached school, Father Paul took me to one corner, and gave me the news: my father had met with an accident while pushing a wheel barrow up the hill at a construction site near 13^th mile and had to be taken to hospital for surgery. I looked up at the skies and wept.

My board exams began the day after I turned eighteen. A year had passed since I saw the wild peacock in the garden. My father was sitting out in the sun: he was still in the wheelchair, unable to walk. But he had his flute and was playing a tune that reminded me of my childhood. The vegetable garden nearby looked wild: no one had the time now to grow vegetables or take care of the flowers. My mother had taken up a job in a nearby flower nursery to bring in some money. The doctors had said that it would take my father another four months to be back on his feet. I had spent months preparing for my exams: sociology, political science, English literature, Nepali, Geography, and Maths, and had no time to do the regular housework or take care of my little sister, Meghna. The neighbours were kind enough to help: we would pick vegetables from their gardens, go to them when I needed an extra pen, use their cell phone when I wanted to ring someone. My younger sister, Nikita, was also taking her Board exams and studying hard. My mother always said: Concentrate on your studies. You don’t have to do any housework. I can manage. Often, we would peep out of the window nervously, and see her toil away at the break of dawn before she left for work. If we went near the kitchen or picked up a broom to sweep, she would shoo us away.

The day the exams ended, I noticed that the wild peacock had returned, and the very next day, on Buddha Purnima—the day of Buddha’s enlightenment—my father rose up from his chair and took his first step with the help of a cane.

My name is Subarna—which means—shining or lustrous. I have two sisters, Nikita who is a year older, and Meghna, who is only twelve years of age. Meghna is named after the clouds that surround us in Kalimpong. She is a mischievous young girl, very fond of climbing trees and picking wild fruits. My father worked as a mason in charge of laying bricks, and we have always been poor but happy. We don’t own the land on which our cottage stands. It is a small 2-room cottage, surrounded by a small garden, and an equally small field down below where we grow our vegetables. There is a mountain spring in the field below that provides water for our daily use. Outside the hut is a small shrine dedicated to the Mother Goddess: it is a shrine that belongs to my mother’s family, and she is now its priestess.

Nikita and I both went to Gandhi Ashram School till class 6 and then moved to another school, Saptashri in 10^th mile. I remember that I was only five when Father McGuire lifted me up in his arms and asked me in Nepali: Do you want to pull strings? He had come that morning and, after talking to my parents in Nepali, decided that both Nikita and I were to attend Gandhi Ashram! I had no idea what was in store for me. We were both admitted to class 1. My sister and I would walk for an hour to get to school—from my village situated on top of a hill in 7^th mile to the end of 5^th mile where the school is located. At first my mother or our neighbours would walk me and Nikita to school. But when we were older—that is, seven years of age—we managed on our own. In fact, all we had to do was climb up the hill next to our cottage to the main road where we would join a stream of students walking down the mountain to Gandhi Ashram. We would sing as we walked, swinging our bags in the air. Those were the days. I loved to read books—stories, poetry, and soon developed a fondness for writing. Some of my essays have appeared in the Gandhi Ashram newsletter. As a violin player, I practiced very hard during the chamber music lessons offered during Colby College’s Jan Plan. Michael Sir encouraged me by saying that one day I would be an accomplished violinist if I kept practicing for the next five years! I think he was just being nice. As a student I have, on occasions, travelled to far away places in India to play at concerts. But every time I left Kalimpong, I would miss the clouds, the mountains, and the steep winding paths.

Now it is time for me to make the next step— to leave the hills for higher education. I have decided to get a degree in Social Work at Viswabharati—a university set up by the great Indian poet and Nobel laureate, Rabindranath Tagore. Situated in Santinikatan, an overnight journey from the train station in Siliguri, Viswabharati has a reputed programme in Social Work. I realize, from talking to others, that a degree in social work will help me to train as a professional community worker. I am particularly interested in working on counselling young people from the hill communities, many of whom drop out of school and start taking drugs due to poverty and lack of education. I would like to start by working for an NGO after I complete my degree. Working for an NGO will help me build a base in community outreach work, but eventually I want to work with village communities in my area in Kalimpong to set up after-school learning and recreation centers for young children and youth where they would receive counseling, find books and resources to further their education, make new friends who shared common interests in music, reading, mathematics, and in environmental studies.

Now I have to prepare myself to face another world-- to learn new things, meet new people, and travel to new places. But I will always carry the music in my heart and the wild peacock in my mind as I do.

oh shit.

Despite not sleeping very well last night and having to get up early, I was actually having a fairly decent morning. I left on time, popped in my headphones, put on my favorite song and headed down the elevator looking forward to watching my first graders try Reeses for the first time. Then, as I walked down the stairs of the metro and reached for the morning paper, I saw the headline..."Un corredor falleció en la media maratón de Madrid." For all you non-Spanish speakers out there, this means that a guy died yesterday at the end of the half-marathon in Madrid. Let's just say, this did not help with my ever-increasing anxiety about actually being able to pull this thing off.

This past weekend I wandered around Madrid looking for new running shoes. For some reason, the most simple things tend to be WAY more difficult over here. I have no idea where most madrileños get their running shoes, but they must have some secret code to an underground warehouse of hi-tech gear. With that said, I found a store fairly close that sold Asics and decided to give it a try. Upon entering the store, I was immediately told that I could not have access to the women's section of the store because there was a conference. Clearly I was inconveniencing them by trying to buy shoes in their store. Thankfully, they had gels (those gross things I have to eat while running to make sure I don't fall over and die like that above-mentioned señor). While checking out, the sales clerk asked me if I was running the half-marathon. After I explained I was running the full, he stared at me for a second and then continued to tell me that the Madrid Marathon is really hard (shocker). I left the store with him repeating the words paciencia and tranquila as I walked out the door.

Needless to say, these two experiences combined with a week of not so good runs (minus the 12 mile on Sunday, that one was good) have made me have what I like to call an "oh shit moment." You know what I'm talking about - those moments when you look at yourself in the mirror and think, what the hell have I gotten myself into? Hopefully, this rest day will lead to a plethora of good runs this week as I prep towards the final run a week from Sunday (April 25). Just thought I would share a freak out moment in hopes that positive responses will calm me down. I mean, I know I will cross the finish line, let's just hope I don't die trying...just kidding.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!

Let me start off my saying that I am very jealous of all of you who were able to make it to my Dad's birthday bash last night. Ice luge? Check. Sushi Bar? Check. Awesome band on a stage that covered our pool? Check. That sounds awesome, and I really hope everyone enjoyed themselves. My parents also tell me that a few people brought donations for the Gandhi Ashram. THANK YOU! I have been completely overwhelmed by the amount of support from everyone. I assure you that this money will be put to good use at the Gandhi Ashram and will make a big difference in the lives of these kids.

On another note, I would like to dedicate this post to the awesomeness that is Mike Lynn. Dad,

I'm so sorry I wasn't able to make it home for the big 6-0 but it seems like you made me proud and had a truly amazing party. I am continually grateful and amazed at your unwavering support for my crazy ideas. Whether it's going to India or living in Spain, you and Mom have not only backed me up 100% but also offered support and guidance. I admire you and love you for all that you have achieved and value your opinion more than almost anyone on earth. You have served as the ultimate role model with your commitment to hard work and being a good person. Thank you for all that you do and say. I look forward to our next bike trip this summer. Hopefully, it will bring more bruises and good memories.

Un abrazo fuerte,

Whit

run, run, run

$3,048!!!! Thank you all so much for your donations. It is so exciting to know that this will all end in a great cause.

On another note, I know that some people say that it's cheating to run with music, but I don't think I would survive without my ipod. I mean, honestly, what do you think about for three hours if you don't have a beat. On that note, I have recently discovered my favorite running song. This newfound love for British rock is very convenient considering my recent decision (I think) to move to London next year for grad school. This song is especially helpful for those last few miles...I don't really know what the lyrics mean, but the fact that "run" is part of the chorus helps.

"the dog days are over, the dog days are done

the horses are coming so you better run

run fast for your mother run fast for your father

run for your children for your sisters and brothers

leave all your love and your loving behind you

can't carry it with you if you want to survive

the dog days are over the dog days are done

can't you hear the horses cuz here they come "

parlez vous anglais?

Sorry for the hiatus, turns out I'm not so good at this posting thing, but I will try and be a bit more consistent as we are in the final countdown for the marathon. April 25. T-20 days.

At least the delay has a sort of logical explanation this time. One of the great perks of being a school teacher

AND living in a Catholic country means that I get an insane amount of time off work around the Easter holidays. I was fortunate enough to have two of my Hockaday friends, Taylor and Amy, come over and wander around Spain and Morocco for a while. It was really nice to be a tourist in Madrid again and experience Spain with fresh eyes.

We spent a few days in Madrid (with a day trip to Toledo) before heading over to Marrakech for three days. I don't really know what I was expecting to find there but it was way more crazy than I could have imagined. I didn't really think I could find a place that could

compete with the smells of New Delhi but Marrakech's streets challenged my senses from the first morning we arrived. Donkeys, freshly slaughtered meat, stale pee, vegetables, spices, fruit, bread. It was crazy. We were all a little hesitant about negotiating the crazy streets of Marrakech but adjusted after a few hours.

I'll update later with some details and pictures of the trip, but I'll leave you for now with a summary of recent runs.

14 last week: one of the most horrible runs ever. OUCH

10 mile this past Friday: actually really great (especially with some help from Amy) and a nice surprise considering I took a 3 day break in Morocco

20 miler on Sunday: the BIG run. It was big. And painful. All of that optimism from the 10 mile pretty much went out the window in the first twenty minutes. Even though I was grandma running near the end, I did finish. My legs aren't really working properly today which is a precursor for how fun it will be to run after children the day after the marathon. Ouch.

Talk soon, Whit

the flow

Thought y'all might find this interesting in light of my vague post yesterday about rhythm...

Athletes who achieve their peak performance usually experience something that has come to be known as “flow,” a concept introduced to the world in the 1970s by psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi. Flow is “a state of consciousness where one becomes totally absorbed in what one is doing, to the exclusion of all other thoughts and emotions,” according to Susan A. Jackson and Csikszentmihalyi, authors of Flow in Sports (Human Kinetics, 1999). “So flow is about focus.” In other words, when you experience that running nirvana during which everything seems effortless, you are probably thinking associatively.

I'm a car

So, I am right in the middle of the most intense part of the training, and I am proud to say that I did survive the 18-miler this Saturday. WOOOOOOHOOOOOO. As my friend so elegantly put it, i am now officially a car with that kind of mileage. As strange as it sounds, i didn't actually think I would be able to do this before last weekend when I finished 16. Over and over again I have heard people say, "If you can run 13, you can run a marathon." Turns out, I am starting to believe them.

Here's the tough part about this whole running business - I can now run 18 miles (and hopefully more), but there are days where 5 miles is the most painful thing in the world. I just don't get it. Sometimes it actually feels better to know I have to run 18 rather than just 5. With a short run, I never really get into the rhythm of everything, if that makes any sense.

Ok, well off to bed. Just wanted to give everyone an update of where I am in the training and let you all know that I think I might pull this off. I'll leave you with things I currently LOVE:

1. Body Glide

When I run for that long, my body starts to rebel against my own clothing, particularly

seams and edges. Sounds gross, but this anti-chafing gel rocks and has saved me from body burns.

2. Casa de Campo

I cannot say it enough. This park is AMAZING. It gets a really bad rep because of the plethora of prostitutes at all of its entrances, but once inside, it looks like a national park. Also, it makes it much easier to run 18 miles when I don't have to

do laps :)

3. My foam roll

For those of you who have not encountered the wonder that is the foam roll, I strongly encourage you to head to your nearest physical therapist NOW. This really is one of the most amazing devices I have ever found and is an athlete's best friend. Basically, its just a small tube made of foam but it acts as a deep tissue massage for all of those aches and pains (calves, IT band, lower back...). It sounds crazy but it has saved me from limping down the street in Madrid.

As always, thank you to everyone for the kind notes and support. I will send an update on the fundraising efforts as soon as I hear back from Colby.

Un abrazo,

Whit

the rain in spain

So, I don't know how this is possible, but it's been warmer in Waterville than in Madrid. That's just sad and it makes for very depressing running weather. Case in point - on Saturday I had to run part of my long run (15 miles) inside. Booo. I have decided there is nothing more depressing than a treadmill, even if it does make me run faster and doesn't have hills.

So after about three weeks of rain, the weather finally cleared today and made for a very excellent 8 mile. Here's the thing about Madrid, even with the lack of athleticism coming from the female sex, people still really do enjoy being outside, especially when its nice. Madrid has some of the best parks in Europe and madrileños really do take advantage of every free second to dar una vuelta around the city. So, instead of seeing rain and mud, today I had the joy of seeing many couples making out, tons of MEN exercising, and a bunch of hookers...let me explain.

One of the best parts about living in a new place is learning about things that locals consider normal that are so not normal. In Madrid, people generally live with their parents until they get married. This makes it very difficult for them to hook up at home, so people tend to hook up in public...a lot. Winter and bad weather have kept the parks pretty quiet over the past few weeks, but today I witnessed the joy that is the public make out sesh ALL over Madrid. It sort of reminds me of this day at Colby we used to call skirt day. On the first sunny, warmish day after Winter, all girls at Colby would collectively, unconsciously decide to wear a skirt. It was always the unofficial announcement of Spring and quickly reminded all Colby men that women do indeed have skin underneath layers and layers of jackets.

Along with seeing copious amounts of hooking up, I can safely say that I ran for over an hour today and did not see one female working out. It really is the strangest thing. In a country with good-looking people and really great football clubs, why do women just smoke and not eat? With the nice weather, a ton of people were outside exercising today, all of whom were men. This will make for a very interesting marathon where I hear about 10,000 people run, 500 of whom are women. Qué morro!

Ok, the last, and most interesting part of my run was the presence of hookers in Casa de Campo. If you ask any madrileño about Casa de Campo, they will first ask you about the prostitutes. It seems that this sprawling piece of land is the hooker capital of the city...day or night. Today, I had the privilege of seeing three prostitutes in white pirate boots on the side of the road with their pimp at about 5:30 in the afternoon. I have also seen such interactions on Saturday morning at about 11. Seems like there is no wrong time to walk the streets, even with children and bikers cruising around the park. I have never in my life witnessed such an odd social interaction where families and prostitutes accept each other without a thought. Hmmm, I have a feeling that wouldn't work so well in Dallas.

On another note, I recently received a note from Colby telling me that the current donation total is $1, 522! That is AMAZING, and I am so grateful for everyone who has given money and taken an interest in the cause. Please know that every little bit counts and it is especially motivating when I feel like my legs are going to fall off.

Besos,

Whit

It's been a while...oops

Buenas tardes,

Sorry I have been so bad about posting lately. The past few weeks have brought a few surprises and made it a little difficult to find spare time...

This past week, I found myself on an impromptu trip across the ocean back to Dallas. Really last minute, so I apologize to everyone who I didn't see. Turns out that switching your internal clock a few hours over a few days isn't such a good strategy for training, so things have been a little rough over the past couple days.

Last week, I passed the 13-mile marker. Woot! Far easier said than done, I might add. It went pretty well until about mile 10, when I felt like I was going to fall over and die. Turns out that I'm pretty bad at following directions. That whole thing about eating mid-run doesn't really work for me. The problem is in that 13 mile run, my watch told me I burned about 2000 calories. Oops. So running 13 miles on a couple of scoops of shredded wheat doesn't really work. Who knew? So, I went to Luke's Locker in Dallas last weekend and filled up on all sorts of gels, jelly beans, and gummy concoctions. Hopefully, that will help when I feel like my body will implode. Let me know if you have any suggestions. I'm a little confused on how I'm supposed to eat when that is the last thing I want to do...

I am trying to get a count from Colby about the current fundraising amount. So, I will try and let everyone know where we stand soon. Thanks again for all the emails and support. It really does help around mile 9 :)

On another note, I have been thinking a lot lately about the last day at Gandhi Ashram. The day before we left, we had a big performance. All of the kids from the different classes presented on something they had been doing during the month. This ranged from a song about erosion to an acapella rendition of Don't Stop Believin, and of course many of the kids played the violin. The kids were obviously so proud to show off their newly acquired skills. For our art classes, Cali and I created a gallery space where we hung up selected pieces the kids had created during the month - from drawings practicing one-point linear perspective to self-portraits. More than anything, it was the pride the kids had in their own work that was so valuable to see.

The last day was horrible. Imagine about ten nine-years olds crying and hanging out your every limb. It was painful and made it very difficult to leave. That morning, all of the kids were bringing us flowers and presents from their houses. Sometimes, they would give us some of the most valuable things in from their house. I even had one of my students give me a photograph of her family, the only picture they had in the house.

I want to share as much as I can about this place to impress on you its importance not only to the community of Kalimpong but also to Colby students as well. I remember going back to Sikkim that day and feeling that somehow we had come back to reality. Thank you again for all of your support.

Donate! PLEASE!

I wanted to update this week with more information about how to donate and how the money will be used to benefit the kids at the Gandhi Ashram. Recently, I have been talking to Professor Roy (one of the founders of the program with Colby and a close friend of the Gandhi Ashram) who has presented a very interesting idea of how best to help the kids. GA is special because of its ability to change the future for a few children around Kalimpong. They are given the opportunity to change the course of their lives and the lives of their families. Even at a very young age, the kids are aware of this gift and take advantage of the education awarded them. Professor Roy has recently told me that a few of the students, upon graduating from the Gandhi Ashram, are interested in pursuing a college career. Coming from Kalimpong, this is an amazing achievement and will most assuredly support their families for the rest of their lives. In total, it cost about $6,000 to send these students to school. I will ask you again to please consider donating to this very special cause.

In the next few weeks, I will post information about these students and their planned career paths. Hopefully, with a face and a name this cause will become as personal to you as it is to me. I assure all of you that this gift would be so important to these students and they would take advantage of the opportunity.

I have also updated information on how to donate to the Gandhi Ashram. With the help of Colby (thank you), I have provided a link so that people can donate by credit card. Thank you again for all of your support. The training is moving along well. 12 miles this past Saturday! Wooohoo!

Ouch.

So the double digit 10-miler was on Saturday. Ouch. No really, it was painful. The type of pain that makes you want to stop and take a taxi home. Luckily, I had a friend meet me about three miles into the run (thank you Julia!) and having those extra legs next to me made me finish it out. I do wonder what I've gotten myself into sometimes. I ran a half-marathon in college so figured that a full wouldn't be that much different. After running this 10, I really did realize how much farther I have to go. Ouch.

I actually would really appreciate any suggestions from "real" runners out there. See I have this problem where my legs turn into concrete after a few runs. Right now my calves feel like stones. Anyone have any remedies that would help me out? 12 miles is next week for the long run. Let's hope it goes better...

lost in translation

The more time I spend abroad, the more I realize that sometimes, things jut don't translate. Let's just say, I feel more American right now, living abroad, then I ever did in Texas or Maine.

I teach a private class on Thursday nights to a principal of the high school in La Latina here in Madrid. Last week, I was trying talking to her about the marathon and the connection with the Gandhi Ashram. What I thought would be a five minute conversation on practicing action verbs, turned into an hour long explanation about fundraising in the U.S. Let's just say, the idea of running to raise money for something does not work here in Spain. In all honesty, I had a pretty difficult time explaining the connection myself. I have always admired people who will commit themselves to something in order to raise money for a cause but, for me, it always seemed a bit of a stretch.

With this said, I would like to explain this seemingly random choice to run a marathon in Madrid to raise money for some children thousands of miles away in India. For me, running has always been the best way to understand and learn about a new place. It's the tempo. There are times in a run when you connect with a certain landmark and really begin to understand that place.

In Kalimpong, it was a fence with orange flowers and a green bench. A few mornings a week, I would wake up before school (about sunrise) and run with two friends. In most parts of the world, seeing girls run in spandex is an anomaly. When I run in Spain, I always think I have something on my face, but a run in Kalimpong came with a whole new level of staring. I might as well have been an amusing alien.

It didn't help that in Kalimpong, there is no such thing as flat. There is up and there is down. In the mornings, we would always run into the kids on their way to school. As we willed our legs to go on for another minute, the kids cheerfully wished us good morning with a delighted "good morning miss" as they raced past us without any struggle at all. Needless to say, we felt a little more ridiculous when we struggled to find enough air to wish them a good morning back.

Everyday, we would go a little farther, and everyday we would notice something new about the curvy road on the way up to the main center of Kalimpong. While avoiding speeding trucks and stray dogs, we grew accustomed to the stares of people along the road as they grew accustomed to us. By the end of the trip, we knew who would come out to wave to us in the morning, what time the kids would get to school, and when each truck would come around the corner.

It seems strangely appropriate, then, that a run connects both these cities. Maybe running doesn't really have to do with buying the kids some new chairs, but at the same time, some of my best memories were seeing the kids in the mornings race us back to school. Who knows, maybe this will never translate but just a thought.

My new favorite things

First of all, thank you so much to the people who have already responded to my post. I cannot tell you how much all of your support helps me go on runs after a long day at work. Please let me know if you have any questions.

I am currently in one of those moods when I cannot imagine going outside to do anything. The hardest part about these training runs is just making myself go back outside after a long day at work. Thankfully, I have discovered some new things in Madrid recently that will make training that much better.

1. Garmin FR 60 watch

https://buy.garmin.com/shop/shop.do?pID=27483

Ok, so I may be giving myself away as the huge nerd that I am but this watch is AMAZING. It comes with a footpad that ties onto my laces and a heart rate monitor. While I run, I get a live feed to my watch of my speed, distance, heart rate, and time. When I get back home, I plug in a USB drive to my computer and the watch inputs all of my run data onto a personal website. So cool. When I get home, I know my average speed, max speed, calorie count, average heart rate, max heart rate, and everything is on a calendar where I can see all of my runs. As you might be able to tell, I am just a little too excited about this new discovery but it makes running a little more fun. I'm hoping this will take me through the twenty mile training runs. Ouch.

2. 1300 meter track in the middle of Madrid

http://madrid.lanetro.com/pistas-de-tenis/instalacion-deportiva-canal-de-isabel-ii-7928

So two of the main issues of training for this marathon are time and space. Recently, I have sort of found a solution to one of these problems. One of my roommates has been telling me, for a while now, about a track about 10 minutes away from our house. Usually, I run in Parque Oeste which is about 5 minutes away from our apartment. However, at night, Parque Oeste is not the safest place to go for a run alone blasting music. Until last week, I have just been doing night runs on the treadmill, which is not only tedious but also painful. I finally caved in one night last week and decided to go check out this track. Spending most of my life running timed runs on a track, I have a sort of aversion to anything that has that reddish hue and makes a circle but this track is unbelievable. Right smack in the middle of Madrid is this enormous track and in the middle is a driving range, soccer field, restaurant, and swimming pool. Because the track is so big, it becomes a people watching mecca rather than a tedious loop. All I can say is thank you Madrid for thinking ahead. booyea.

3. ipod shuffle

I know this is self explanatory but if you workout a lot, I would highly suggest an ipod shuffle. It really is the most amazing invention and saves me when I feel like I might die. On that note, if you have any song suggestions, please let me know.

Ok, well off to go do a short three mile. Ciao

Jaya He!

So in the past couple weeks, I have made a crazy decision. A decision that will require time I don't have, muscles I

haven't used in a while, and mental endurance that my first graders take from me very quickly at the beginning of the day. On April 25, 2010 I will run the Madrid Marathon. Now, this is where everyone reading this comes into the equation. I will be running this marathon in order to raise some money for the Gandhi Ashram school in Kalimpong, India.

At Colby, every January we had a month long period to invest in a special project or interest. Being the Texan that I am, I chose to escape the Maine winters and experience something different. These month long vacations took me to Ecuador, Italy, and Spain before bringing me to India my senior year. My last year at Colby, I was lucky enough to participate in a project developed by two professors at Colby who developed a special interest in a school for poor children in Northern India. Starting in 2007, Colby students went to Kalimpong, a small town near Darjeeling, to teach students between 2nd and 9th grades specialized subjects. These classes range from math and music to biology and art history (my subject). For a month, we lived at the school in one large room and spent our days with the most loving, excited, gracious children I have ever met.

When I say these children are poor, I mean they wore one outfit every day the entire month I was there. They have one pair of shoes and use plants and sticks to put them back together if they break. Some of the kids walk at least an hour to go to school on steep dirt paths up the mountain. This is not to say that these children ask for pity or favors. With so little, they learn how to entertain themselves with exploring the river instead of playing video games. They truly were the happiest children I have ever met.

Since I left Kalimpong, I have thought a lot about going back. Even with living in one room, showering with ice cold water, and permanently suffering from digestive problems, the children's happiness and warmth was infectious and it made me want to help them succeed in a place where getting out of the circle of poverty is almost impossible.

My hope is that I will be able to buy the kids some more chairs and school supplies so that they can continue learning so that they can pass their exams to go to a high school in town. Trust me when I say a little bit can go a long way, and I would be truly grateful for any support. Now, I know the marathon in Madrid doesn't really have much to do with India, but for me it's just another way to connect two of my favorite cities in the world.

I'll post more information about ways to donate in the next couple days, but I just wanted to get the word out to as many people as possible. I'll update the blog periodically with information about everything and anything - news about Kalimpong, training updates, stories from Madrid, pictures, and news about my aching muscles. If you have any questions or comments, please email me at whitneyrlynn@gmail.com. Thank you everyone for your support! Jaya He/Venga!