In college I went on a study abroad to Mexico. My two American housemates found a local gym and bought a temporary membership because their boyfriends told them, "You'd better not come back fat." I didn't have a boyfriend, but I was bored, so I joined them. It was there that I first discovered running.
There was a small indoor track. I thought I'd try out a few laps, convinced I wasn't capable of anything more. But after a week, I realized I had more in me, so I went a few minutes more. And more. Suddenly I was running for forty-five minutes straight, amazed by the untested prowess of my body. I'd always been thin (scrawny) and fragile (lazy), so imagine my surprise when I flew around that track for an hour straight, glistening and crowing. I was a runner!
When I returned home to Salt Lake City, as soon as I'd unpacked (strewn my belongings) and had a good night's sleep, I hopped on a treadmill for an invigorating jog--as we runners will do. After five minutes I began to wheeze. After ten minutes I collapsed. Was I ill? Perhaps dying of consumption? I tried the jogging thing a few more times before I realized that while I flew at sea level, I flailed at 4200 feet. Did I push through it and get stronger? No, I quit. It turned out, I was a gravy runner. I was no where near hardcore.
I've discovered that I can be hardcore as a writer. I write when the words are flowing. I write when they're not. I write when the story delights me and I can't wait to see what happens next. I write when the story is murky and sticky and complicated. I write when I'm energized and feeling great. I write when I'm sick, pregnant, have newborns, am grumpy, sad, confused, angry, and so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I'm hardcore, baby.
I had the chance to visit Bolivia and Peru once. We went to a town on the shores of Lake Titicaca, elevation 12,500 ft. At that height, simply walking made us wheeze for oxygen. Our guide told us that their soccer team is unbeatable. Despite pulling players from a much smaller pool of talent, they trounce Lima regularly. They live and train in one of the world's harshest environments, while the sea level Lima players are gasping and stumbling halfway through the game. When the team from Titicaca goes down to play in oxygen-rich Lima, their players can run for hours and never break a sweat. Because they work hard when playing is hard work, they fly when it's not. They are formidable. They are hardcore.
I suppose such a metaphor could relate to most anything--microbiology, hot air ballooning, ballet--but I wouldn't know. I basically do two things in my life. I'm a writer and I'm a mother. And those are two things I'm pretty good at because I don't allow myself to quit. It's not possible to quit. Even when my lungs are burning and my legs ache and a stitch like a knife stabs into my ribs. I keep going because I have to. And I have faith that any moment now, this hill is going to straighten out, I'm going to get a second wind, those endorphins will kick in, and the view will be amazing.












Great analogy!
Posted by: Blue | May 09, 2012 at 09:24 AM
Excellent!!! As a "former" runner (I was never as hardcore as my marathon sister) I can totally relate. And it's nice to know that I can count myself as a hardcore writer. Just like you. Kudos for all your persistence!!!!! We are ALL enjoying the benefits of your success. :) And yeah...the view is just over the next rise.
Posted by: Karen Adair | May 09, 2012 at 09:25 AM
Thank you for this, its just what I needed. This week I feel like the motherhood climb is straight up hill and goes on forever. Thanks for the reminder that eventually there is a second wind :)
Posted by: Whitney | May 09, 2012 at 09:30 AM
I love this analogy. I need to be hardcore in my writing, or it's never going to go anywhere. this is just exactly what I needed to get myself back on track! Thank you!
Posted by: Darth_Chic | May 09, 2012 at 09:32 AM
Shannon, thank you for not being an amazing runner in addition to your other superpowers. It encourages me to know there are others out there who know their families and their writing are more than enough to tackle each day!
Posted by: Carrie Jo | May 09, 2012 at 09:36 AM
I fake my way though being a runner and a writer and I figure as long as I don't quit at either one day I might just be pretty good.
Posted by: Shelly Brown | May 09, 2012 at 09:42 AM
I don't know why this made me cry. Why did this make me cry?!
Posted by: Laurie | May 09, 2012 at 09:45 AM
Beautiful. Thanks for motivation myself more. You are SUPER hardcore!
Posted by: Dr. Sallie N. Cheinsteen | May 09, 2012 at 09:49 AM
Oops, I meant to say motivating. I just have to correct my grammar...:)
Posted by: Dr. Sallie N. Cheinsteen | May 09, 2012 at 09:50 AM
Laurie--
You cried because life is hardcore and when you are doing hard things (like being a mom or being a writer or being a marathon runner) and people acknowledge that it is hard you let yourself feel the fact that it is hard (for just a moment). In order to be hardcore you have to inoculate yourself against the hardness a bit, I think. But it IS hard. And you can do hard things!
Posted by: Marianne | May 09, 2012 at 09:58 AM
I'm a hardcore writer. Not a hardcore runner (as my muffin top will attest). ;)
Posted by: Amber Argyle, author | May 09, 2012 at 10:19 AM
So inspirational :)
Posted by: Calliope1of9 | May 09, 2012 at 10:38 AM
This was super inspiring and just what I needed to read this morning. THANK YOU, SHANNON.
Posted by: Miss Erin | May 09, 2012 at 11:51 AM
I was just hating you (metaphorically) because you were born thin and could run, but then you became human. Ha, ha. I don't do anything hardcore, which I interpret as long-term and committed. Marriage and motherhood are the only thing I've done over time that appear to be going successfully, but lots with lots of stumbles. I really appreciate how you have paired your experiences with this huge life lesson--we have to work to achieve. My kids don't understand this really well, and I am to blame. I'm at a point in life where I've got to kick it into gear and DO. I don't want them to leave home without this important lesson. Thanks!
Posted by: MelissaPete | May 09, 2012 at 11:59 AM
Welp, you just properly shamed me into facing up and getting back into my writing routine. Thank you! :)
Posted by: Elenatintil | May 09, 2012 at 01:21 PM
You truly inspire me! I've been the way you are about running with a lot of things, and I always felt so lame that I couldn't keep them up. Now I realize that as long as I stick to the things that are most important to me, I won't ever be a loser! For the record, I tried running too. I did a half marathon here in Maryland relatively close to sea level, but that was with friends, and I haven't been able to keep it up on my own. Oh well. I can be hardcore in other ways. :)
Posted by: KinneyV | May 09, 2012 at 01:50 PM
inspiring! that was amazing! I love the analogy.
Posted by: Elle | May 09, 2012 at 02:11 PM
I wish I could run. It's so GOOD FOR YOU. But, alas, I can't run to save my life. I'm a little better at Ballet, though, so at least I have that going for me.
Posted by: Julia | May 09, 2012 at 02:15 PM
Thanks for the motivating words. Now I'm gonna go get off this couch and write!
Posted by: Rachel F. | May 09, 2012 at 04:05 PM
I'm going to have to read this again while not being incredibly upset at the guys who told their girlfriends not to come back fat. *grumble*
Posted by: Rebecca | May 09, 2012 at 04:18 PM
Beautiful. I love your posts on writing. Thank you for them.
Posted by: SarahJennette | May 09, 2012 at 04:44 PM
Wow. I really needed this today.
Posted by: Emily | May 09, 2012 at 04:50 PM
Thank you for this. I'm bookmarking this so I can read it on the hard days.
Posted by: Anna Wheeler | May 09, 2012 at 09:34 PM
I am a hardcore baker. I bake when I'm happy, sad, sick, well, grumpy, tired, motivated, or bored. My husband has complained about gaining weight since we've been married, but I don't mind when the neighbors get most of the end results. He just doesn't like it when he walks into a kitchen that smells like orange cream cupcakes and is told "Sorry, honey, they're for a church activity and I have just enough to take."
I've also discovered the joy of hardcore crock pot cooking. It's made my life so much easier while still allowing me to amaze the kids with meals they like.
Posted by: Nancy | May 10, 2012 at 08:56 AM
This is beautiful! I love the analogy! Hope you get that wonderful vista soon!
Posted by: Amelia Loken | May 10, 2012 at 10:03 AM
Beautiful post, Shannon. Thanks :)
Posted by: Biel | May 10, 2012 at 10:28 AM
Loved this!
Posted by: Karey | May 10, 2012 at 02:23 PM
Rock on, Shannon!
Posted by: Ann Cannon | May 10, 2012 at 02:48 PM
Well writ. Thank you.
Posted by: Melody | May 10, 2012 at 04:15 PM
Lovely analogy. I may or may not be hardcore. I guess if I have to think about it, I'm probably not. However, I have (thanks to NaNoWriMo) enjoyed the lovely experience of being so tired, I wrote with my eyes closed... :)
Keep being hardcore, Shannon!
Posted by: Christen | May 11, 2012 at 04:42 AM
Yes, in fact, you can be hardcore about ballet. Although for me it's more contemporary dance. And dance teaching. I have taught and taken dance classes with (no lies here): an incredibly painful abscessed tooth and no painkillers, pink eye, sprained ankles, no voice, swine flu (seriously), bronchitis, an ear infection, a sprained toe, painful ovarian cysts, blood blisters on my feet, recovering stomach flu, shin splints, a hip injury, and a whole lot of days when I was just really tired and sore and the only thing I wanted to do more than sleep forever was to dance. Thankfully it was not all of these at the same time. I dance when I can barely walk, or breathe. I kept going long after I realized I would never be a professional, no matter what I did. When I don't have a studio available, I dance in the park. And now I'm moving to New York to get a master's degree in it. That's hardcore, right? Shannon, you've made me realize I'm doing something with my life!
Posted by: Hillary | May 11, 2012 at 06:37 PM
That was great! I love that you run!!!
Posted by: McKenna | May 12, 2012 at 09:56 AM
Thank you!
Posted by: Shehenaz | May 12, 2012 at 02:23 PM
You are so amazing Shannon!
I can't run either!
Posted by: shannonfan | May 13, 2012 at 03:35 PM
This post is awesome.
I'm a hardcore reader. I consider myself a hardcore artist. I wish I was a hardcore runner. And I admire hardcore writers.
Posted by: Abby | May 13, 2012 at 07:25 PM
Shannon, you are hardcore!!!!!!!! I-like Abby-consider myself a hardcore reader. Also a hardcore pianist. Thanks for the inspiration!
Posted by: Ashley R. | May 13, 2012 at 08:40 PM
I run, not write. Although I wish it was the other way around :) Thank you for your inspiration. That little tid-bit could not have come at a better time for me.
Posted by: Kerstin | May 14, 2012 at 09:03 AM
I love this post!
Posted by: Rose Green | May 14, 2012 at 12:23 PM
THANK YOU for this post. I'm overhauling a novel right now, from the comfort of my...eh...bed.
I have a chronic disease, but I still want to keep writing.
Reading this today has suddenly made me feel hopeful and inspired, because it's made me realize something important. Regardless of anything else, I'm a hardcore writer. And that's something to be proud of.
Posted by: Regina Chapman | May 17, 2012 at 09:06 AM
Thanks. It is Monday morning and I run 4 times a week and was finding a hard time motivating myself for my first run of the week. This helped a lot. I am a late bloomer to running, started at 38. I always said I couldn't, but I can.
I have loved your books and have always wanted to write. Maybe I will be a late bloomer in that too....
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