by Matt Brubaker |

100 Laps - Ultra Insights And A CEO's Salvation

To this day, I’m not sure what drove me to start running, but somewhere around the 10th-15th lap, I committed not to stop.

I was about 9 years old, and it was a hot summer day. I had started running laps around our yard, periodically stopping to grab a drink of water from the garden hose. At a certain point the pursuit of ‘100 laps’ came into focus, and I committed to run until I reached that goal. I don’t remember how long it took me, but I’m certain I ran at least a dozen miles that muggy New England afternoon to complete those laps. Although it wasn’t effortless, it was blissful – free and unencumbered by worries. I simply let my mind turn off and my body carry me. There was, in fact, more than a little anxiety and worry under the surface of that little boy’s awareness, as my parent’s marriage failed in front of my eyes. Today, my adult eyes can see the psychological/spiritual value I gained from running at a very early age.

Growing up, running was generally the punishment for failure in the sports I played.

Showing up late for practice, missing a goal, or coming in a pound or two heavy at weigh-in resulted in “laps.” And still I enjoyed running; my dad still tells stories about times he remembers me heading out into a steamy summer evening for a long run in the dark to work through whatever issue, concern or challenge I was facing. It wasn’t a habit or a discipline, it was just what I did to support myself in the process of making sense of my world.

After getting married and starting an incredibly demanding job at 21 years of age, my metabolism, lifestyle and eating habits devolved. In my early 20’s, I mindlessly began to develop into a physical form I didn’t even recognize. Today, looking at pictures of that young man who weighed nearly 250 pounds, I still wonder what he was trying to escape from. At a certain point in my mid-20’s, the reality of my lack of “health” began to set in. In both my body and other arenas, I became serious about attending to my own well-being. Running – in a variety of forms – became a central part of my adult identity. 

Adventure and endurance sports quickly became my chosen outlets.

I was able to focus my energy on a goal, and tangibly meet my desire to measure improvement. I competed for a while in adventure races, and after learning to swim, in triathlons. At a certain point, in the midst of a busy corporate travel schedule and the realities of family life, I settled into running as my “outlet.”

Sometime after my first Boston Marathon and a handful of competitive trail races, my wife handed me a brochure for an Ultra Marathon (defined as any race longer than 26.2 miles – typically 50k, 50m, 100k, or 100m). It was like a bolt of lightning shot through me! Ultra running is defined by a very different set of rules and limits, and the community of ultra runners are defined by a very different set of norms. There was a whole new world out there, built on races designed to test the very limits of human capability. While speed determines the winner of an ultra, the process of reaching the finish line requires self-denial, and a fair measure of willfully-embraced suffering that is quite foreign to most of us. My synapses connected all the way back to the little boy running around his house just because "100" sounded like a big number. Somehow, even then, I intuitively knew that I would achieve the gift of balance by quieting my mind and experimenting with the limits of my physical capability.

My first ultra was a gorgeous 50k loop in central Pennsylvania, connecting the Appalachian trail to numerous other steep, technical trails connecting vista after vista.

In the years since that race, ultra running has become far more than my fitness routine, my hobby or even my community. Ultra running is my source of grounding in an otherwise chaotic life.

I didn’t always have the language to think of it in this way, but a chance encounter on a 100k trail run helped to put it in focus.

I look forward to the Pine Creek Challenge each fall. The race showcases the “Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania”, with its spectacular views, abundant bald eagles, and lush evergreen forests. The race is run entirely on a dirt railroad grade, with little elevation change, so the times are faster and the physical impact somewhat less grueling. At the starting line that October, it was 40 degrees and raining hard. I took off with the front of the pack and eventually settled into my rhythm around 18 miles into the race. Having spent the last hour alone, I caught a glimpse of a runner ahead of me, and began to try to reel him in – not so much to pass him, but to have some companionship for a while.

As I came up alongside him, he seemed willing to chat and as grateful as I for the opportunity to share a few moments of dialogue.

Re-creating the conversation will be difficult, but after about 12 miles together chatting about training routines, families, and our demanding jobs, we got into the personal details. I asked what he did for work. After a few qualifications, he said, “I’m a preacher.” Having spent several of my own formative years in ministry, a whole new layer of dialogue emerged between us.

We agreed that there is a fundamentally spiritual dimension to ultra-running, although most people can’t relate to it.

It is perhaps a form of asceticism, or a discipline like meditation. At the core of it, running that hard, that far, and to that degree of fatigue and exhaustion, is an act of voluntarily seeking out the outer reaches our own limits. Somewhere deep into an ultra race, well-beyond the point where I’m still feeling proud of myself for how fast I’m running, the reality of what drives the whole universe begins to emerge. I am finite, small and limited. This is an important lesson for me to be grounded in, as I am prone to live my life under the illusion that I am infinitely powerful, and in complete control of my destiny. Running an organization, raising a family and pontificating daily about “meaning” leaves one somewhat vulnerable to the illusion of omnipotence. My running partner and I agreed, we both need – and were blessed to discover –the discipline of ultra running as a way of voluntarily placing ourselves in a position where we have no choice but to be reminded of our limits, our needs, and our dependence on a Creator to guide us.

Most ultras lead me through a few hours of despair to a place of immense gratitude.

On those occasions where I’m lucky enough to have family nearby to meet me at an aid station, the encounters I have with them are deeply emotional experiences. I recall a moment where I saw my wife driving down a dirt road on the other side of a canyon to meet me at an aid station. She was perhaps three miles away, but distinguishable because of the garish rack I have mounted on my truck! The mere sight of her, knowing that she loves me enough to put up with this insane pursuit, left me in tears. Without the mindfulness brought on by a voluntary pursuit of suffering, it is easy for me to simply take her and my children for granted. Solitary trail moments always awaken in me a powerful sense of gratitude for my family, my friends, my co-workers and the opportunities I’ve been given in life.

In spite of all it has come to mean to me, I’m not an ultra running evangelist; this sport is definitely not for everyone. And, I’m happy when anyone is able to run – regardless of the speed or distance – because I believe it’s a powerful expression of connection between mind and body. But, there are a select few for whom the discovery of distance running will emerge as a form of salvation, redemption and completion. I’m always casually on the lookout for those people.

I have come to realize that, through genetics or some other set of forces, my oldest daughter may be one of those people.

Now in her high school years, she has gravitated toward running. She’s not the fastest kid on the team, but she’s naturally able to run hard and long. As she develops the maturity to speak about the integration of her feelings, her awareness is striking! A long run “resets” her focus, much the way it does for me. I’ve enjoyed coaching her as she explores new distances, nutrition and race strategy, and guiding her around the single track trails that surround our farm. She has the intellectual ability to accomplish pretty much anything she desires in life – perhaps running will be her ground zero, her salvation, and her “tether to reality” as it has been for me.

About the Author

Dr. Matt Brubaker FMG Leading

Dr. Matt Brubaker

Throughout his 20-year career, Dr. Matt Brubaker has studied and coached executive leaders in a variety of capacities, advising and consulting in numerous practice areas including senior and high potential leadership development, conflict resolution, and large-scale organizational assessment and change.