Energy, Enthusiasm, Desire, and Passion.
I love flowers. I love sending them to Rhonda at school when she's working. Teaching second graders is a challenge. IT IS HARD WORK. I mean that. Ironman has nothing on what a teacher does. So last week I sent Rhonda orange tulips. Thinking about my selection made me feel warm--I get energy from her, in my life I'm most enthusiastic about our love, I desire to be with her always, and my passion for her friendship is impossible to describe. Orange tulips--a cool choice.
She brought them home and I was struck how that little vase containing a dozen orange tulips could make me stare. I'm serious, just beauty. Think about the complexity of a flower, any flower not just a tulip, and it can scramble the brain. Now tell me that was not created by God. Yes, I love my wife beyond expression so of course pretty flowers are a must but-It's awesome that the symbolism of what orange tulips mean fit the feeling and even that.... is a shadow of God.
Tulips are "Monocots"--One stem, one bulb, that's it. It's focus? Make that beautiful bulb. One product, one work of art. Patience. This time of year many of us are ready to have the bulb before the stem. Base, Base, Base. Right? The imagery or personification of that little tulip wanting a bulb before it's ready is like wanting a 145 HR at a 7 min pace, or me looking at incredible TT bikes at my first Ironman. "Crap..that's what I want. Now. Er..but, I have not even raced." I remember now how "un-focused" I was despite thinking the opposite. Point here-Don't over pace/train now to race this summer, only to have the race this summer turn out to be a training day that should have been done now. (training days=races & racing days=training) We read it in mag's, online...but, it still happens.
I saw a cool story about one of the worlds greatest Triathletes running at night. Why? Because he was so slow in his base build it caused him embarrassment. Give yourself time.
Reading more about the tulip with the sole intent of finding ways to relate it to my training was easy. It got to the point where I had to just keep it to a point, maybe two..OK three. The first being about patience, and the second, even cooler than the first- "broken tulips".
The father of the Dutch obsession with tulips was botanist Carolus Clusius -- he's said to have popularized the flowers in Holland. Carolus was the first to identify "broken tulips"--a viral infection that caused beautiful streaking in the petals of the flowers. Uh.....that's freaking awesome.
Not only did this make me think of being a sinful human and utilized by God, but athletically speaking, how many times I've wished to be.....not broken? Taller? Longer legs? arms? bigger lungs? Like him? Faster? Stronger? Whatever. I've wasted so much time (even when I think I am not)- ignoring my virus and how it makes me--me. My streaks, My stripes, My discoloration. It's awesome!! A broken, sick, infected flower showing more beauty than a "healthy" one?! Not only did this comfort me as a broken vessel for Christ, but, again--as an athlete.
Time. It just takes time. With hurry I miss the real teaching points of training sessions. When a big day is planned, focus on the task. If in the pool you are thinking about the run a few hours away-that's not good. The pool for me is where I get lost. Groceries, music, work, whatever....focus. It's a good teacher, boredom-and, soon, you will look forward to that 4k knowing you can think about "it", and absorb it all. Make sense?
Oh...yes....One more thing about the tulip...
Vernalization.
It's the process of the bulb needing to be exposed to cold throughout the winter so it grows properly. Tulips only gain it's ability to flower after being in the cold for a long time. The visual imagry of that bulb in the cold ground getting what it needs so that stem, can be that bulb, can be that flower, can be a dozen flames burning on a teachers desk during a Monday afternoon, put's a lump in my throat.
that bulb....Can be a runner going slow to be fast.
A swimmer thinking about stroke to build speed.
A sinner covered in grace.
An Ironman hoping to be an Ultraman.
Tiptoe through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me
Oh, tiptoe from the garden
By the garden of the willow tree
And tiptoe through the tulips with me
Knee deep in flowers we'll stray
We'll keep the showers away
And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight
Will you pardon me?
And tiptoe through the tulips with me
Thanks Tiny Tim.