We were simply looking for a movie to watch on Netflix and Mudbound had rave reviews. Watch it. But fair warning: It is difficult to watch. It is difficult to watch because the storytellers do a masterful job of portraying the sort of lives that were difficult to live. The movie is a disturbing, compelling, haunting, yet beautiful work of art.
Mudbound features the intertwined stories of two rural Mississippi families, one black and one white, when one member from each family returned home following World War II. I will spare you the full movie review (especially preserving the memorable ending) and just state that systemic poverty, racism, and PTSD are terrible things and that all sorts of people—the beautiful, the complicated, and the perverse—are all mixed up in it.
I learned that the movie came from a novel of the same name by Hillary Jordan, and since we all know that books are better than their movies, I can only imagine how good it must be. The novel reportedly contains the line, “Death may be inevitable, but love is not. Love, you have to choose.”
This seems particularly important to consider on this special holiday that remembers Dr. King. On this day and every day, like Dr. King, may we choose love. “Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
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Tagged hate, hillary jordan, love, mississippi, mlk, mudbound, netflix, poverty, ptsd, racism, world war ii
My body apparently dropped a note in the old Life Suggestion Box requesting that I explore alternative activities to running. The suggestion is under consideration given recurring and depressing minor injuries, but I haven’t thrown in the proverbial towel just yet. Distance runners are notoriously bad at giving something up. And I like to run.
I am still allowed to say that I am a runner. Four half-marathons in the past several years with a PR of 1:37 plus a 10k in just over forty-two minutes and a 5k under twenty is competitive for someone my age. But running is a humbling sport, and I am constantly in awe of the truly crazy runners whose performances defy imagination. Like Kilian Jornet who once ran the Hardrock Hundred Mile Endurance Run with 33,000 feet of climb in under twenty-four hours. Or Yiannis Kouros who once ran a thousand miles in just over ten days. Pure craziness.
But of all the daunting races on the planet, the Barkley Marathons is probably the toughest of them all. I first watched the wildly entertaining documentary about the Barkley several years ago, and if you have Netflix and ninety minutes, you might enjoy watching the insanity, too. Five consecutive marathons with over 50,000 feet of total climb and descent in a sixty-hour time limit in the unforgiving terrain of the Cumberland Mountains of Tennessee with less-than-ideal weather conditions under the oversight of a sadistic and taunting race director: That’s the basics of the Barkley. The race that eats its young.
It was once believed that nobody could complete the five loops of the Barkley, but fifteen human beings have now proven it is possible in the thirty-plus years of the race. But just fifteen. The race proudly stands at the limits of human endurance.
At Christmas, my wife gave me a book about the Barkley written by Frozen Ed Furtaw, one of its long-time competitors. Frozen Ed titled it, “Tales from Out There,” with “out there” serving as a consistent phrase to describe the nature of the race. The Barkley is “out there” as a race for sure, but more significantly the firsthand accounts claim that the real challenge of the Barkley is the actual experience of being “out there” all alone in a battle with your body, mind, soul, and spirit.
Sometimes in life being “out there” in the wild is forced upon us but more often than not we have ways to avoid such challenges. You won’t see me entering the Barkley, but I do hope you find me with the courage to sign up to go “out there” in other ways in this old life. You never know what will happen out there. But there is really only one way to find out.
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Tagged barkley marathons, challenges, courage, cumberland mountains, endurance, frozen ed furtaw, hardrock hundred, kilian jornet, netflix, running, tennessee, trail running, ultramarathon, yiannis kouros
[Note: After reading a recent post, my friend, Brittany, suggested that I watch “The Barkley Marathons” on Netflix. I did, and wow! For the Netflix aficionados among us, it is a good use of ninety minutes. I’ll just leave this as a teaser for anyone interested.]
In “The Barkley Marathons” (Netflix, see note above), a graduate student named John shared that he was taught as a child to work hard, save, and plan for the future. John was a good son who bought what his folks were selling. However, his father, practicing what he preached, worked and saved throughout his adult life so that he and his wife could travel the world on retirement only to die one year before retirement. This effected a change in John who decided that you should live life while you have it.
I’m with John. I’m not signing up for The Barkley Marathons anytime soon, but I’m with John.
Now to be clear, I’m not advocating that anyone quit work, buy a sports car, and go all Thelma and Louise on the world. Instead, I suggest that we spend some quality time determining what it means to really, truly live, and do that now instead of later. Later does not come with a guarantee.
Is it possible that “living life while you have it” could look like hard work and saving to travel the world when you retire? I think so. If that’s what you discover. I simply (and humbly) suggest that you make sure of it before placing all of the proverbial eggs in such a basket.