ANGELS AT OWLAG
My mother had a deep, unwavering faith. She reminded me just
before she died that once she got to heaven she would ensure that my guardian
angels would not slack off in accompanying me along my journey. This is the story of an encounter with my
celestial companions. It occurred at the end of a week of teaching wellness at
the Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy for Girls in South Africa. Oprah founded the
school in 2007 to give academically gifted girls from impoverished backgrounds
an education that they would not otherwise have been able to afford. Her goal
is to tap these girls’ leadership qualities and intrinsic motivation to make
their communities, society, and as a consequence, the world, a better place. To
have been given the opportunity to spend a week teaching wellness to these
young scholars was a gift unto itself. And it is within this backdrop that the story
unfolds. Some
may quibble as to the specific details of what happened that night and the next
morning, but here it is as I remember it.
THE CONTEXT
Whether by total chance or by design, the perimeter track of
the OWLAG Academy happens to be exactly a mile. I know this because many of the
staff told me so, but also, being the skeptic that I am, I know because I
measured it. I used my Garmin watch and,
starting at the gatehouse at the entrance of the school, ran once around the
dirt track that surrounds the grounds. My watch read one mile precisely. “Love
is in the details,” Oprah had told me as we toured the school grounds, lovingly
garnished with artwork, gardens and architecture. So perhaps the one mile was by
specific design—I still don’t know.
Anyway, when I heard that it was a mile around, and after
verifying the distance, I had the thought of running 26 times around the school—almost
the exact distance of a marathon, which is 26.2 miles. I have run 56 marathons
and ultra-marathons in my life and as recently as 2012 I was running about three
marathons a year. In more recent times the increasing demands of work have
reduced my exercising to an hour in the gym every morning with a bit of running
on the weekends. So on the one hand, I had some stamina and the memory of
fifty-six marathons in my legs but on the other hand I was definitely not in shape
to run the distance.
The Wellness Week at OWLAG started on Monday and ended on
Friday. The week was dedicated to the
complete wellness of the students, or learners, at the school. The Wellness
Team included the irrepressible Dr. Bruce Perry, MD and the even more
irrepressible Ms. Iyanla Vanzant. The focus of the week was centered on the
spiritual, physical, mental and intellectual well-being of the entire OWLAG
community, both teachers and non-teaching staff.
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| With the irrepressible Dr. Bruce Perry, MD |
THE BEGINNING
On Thursday, I had mentioned to Becky Sykes, the Head of the
OWLAG Foundation, that I was considering running 26 times around the school on Saturday
morning. I will digress for a sentence or two to say that I know why Oprah
chose Becky to lead the foundation. Becky gets things done. Becky asked me what
I would need to do the marathon and I said perhaps a small table with some
water, bananas and energy bars and not much more than that. The next day,
Friday, was the last day of the Wellness Week.
After the morning teaching and a celebratory whole school lunch attended
by everyone , the day was punctuated by a stunning hour-long theatrical dance
performance by the girls.
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| With Oprah and the inspirational Iyalna Vanzant |
Afterwards, the Wellness Team together with Dr. Perry
and Ms. Vanzant was invited to Oprah’s house for dinner and drinks. It will come as little surprise to the reader
that dinner was delicious. However, and I tell you solemnly that as someone who
has enjoyed fine wines throughout my life, Oprah’s cellar offering was
exceptional. So much so that my dear friend Dr. Perry eschewed his abstinent
ways and agreed to share a few glasses of wine with me. The night flowed like
the wine and 10 o’clock became 11 then 12 and 1. At some point during the
night, and my memory fails as to precisely when, Oprah approached and said that
she had heard that I was going to run a marathon around her school. She looked
bemused, maybe even skeptical. Or perhaps it was the look she would give the
guests on her show just before asking them a most serious question. She held my
elbow gently while waiting for an answer.
“A marathon? Who told you? Yes! Of course I am going to run
26 miles tomorrow!” She took my glass of wine and ensured that no more headed
my way. I am not sure how she did that but I imagine a nod to the keepers of
the wine did the trick. Next she handed me a bottle of water, and then another
and another. “You need to hydrate.” Oprah refused to accept my insistence that
the wine was carbo-loading, so Bruce and I decided to call it a night. Becky
had long ago headed off to bed and reminded me before she left that she would
be picking me up at 5:30 in the morning.
We left the house at 1:30 and I was asleep by 1:45 for what seemed like 15
minutes. I cursed at the clock by the bed blasting its alarm, insisting that it
was 5:15. The exhaustion after a week of teaching and the added lingering
effects of the remarkable wine made me certain that only 15 minutes had passed
[repetitive] and that the clock was wrong. ‘Great, I still had a few hours to
rest,’ I thought to myself, but my watch
was having none of it and agreed with the clock by simultaneously beeping with
an unpleasant, repetitive threefold of beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep
beep beep.
More than anything I wanted to climb into bed but the
thought of having Becky wake up to come pick me up induced a level of guilt
that allowed me to fight the urge to crawl under the sheets. I jumped into the
shower and blasted the cold water, standing there for as long as I could before
getting out and putting on my running gear.
5:30 A.M
Not surprisingly, Becky appeared on time, and had the
bemused look that Oprah had displayed the previous evening. She too brought
some water, and I drank a bottle, and then another, which helped me steady the
spinning in my head. We drove to the school and entered through the main gate. Just
on the other side and in front of the administration building, the staff had
set up a large table with bottles of water, energy drink, bananas, and energy
bars. The guards at the gate offered an encouraging smile and thumbs-up as I
stretched and downed more liquid. A few minutes before 6, Becky took a
pre-marathon photo. She told me to call
her when I was done or to let her know if I needed to head back for whatever
reason.
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| Pre-Marathon |
6 A.M
I will share a thought with you now that I had only shared
with myself at the time and that was that I was going to do three miles and
then call it a day. I was too tired and the headache too strong to do more than
that. Surely I would have a story to tell after three miles, one of teaching
and wining and dining—on Oprah’s wines no less—and getting up early to run some
miles. Who could fail to be impressed by that?
Thankfully, the
combination of a lot of fluids and the cold Highveld air took my headache away.
I imagined doing a few more miles and continued to jog at a modest 9:30 pace,
stopping at the table each lap to have a long drink. After my fifth mile, some
early morning teachers appeared on the track and greeted me warmly as I jogged
by, adding energy to a tired soul. Soon I got to six miles, nearly 10
kilometers in just about an hour. ‘I think I have one more in me,’ I told
myself. After all, if three miles was a story to tell, then seven miles was
even more impressive. I imagined my mother telling me that it would be OK and
certainly for that next mile it was. I sped up during the last half of that
mile with the intention of stopping then, but the angels were not done with me,
at least not yet.
As I completed the seventh mile, I felt looser and better
hydrated and it was then that one particular and memorable angel made her
appearance. She met me at the gate; “Nonkululeko,” she introduced herself, it
means “freedom in Zulu. I’m a senior.” An appropriate name for an angel, I
thought to myself, as we started my eight mile together. She told me of her
time at OWLAG and her big dreams for the future. Soon we had completed the mile
together. I asked her if she ran regularly, because she kept a decent pace and
she said that she tried to do three times around the track a few times per
week, and that her longest run ever had been five miles. We completed the ninth
and 10th mile. “Do you want to get to your record? Five miles?” I
asked. She smiled and said, “Let’s go!” Soon we had reached 12 miles and she said
excitedly, “if we complete one more mile, you will reach a half marathon and I
will have done six miles!”
We picked up the pace a little and I reached the half
marathon distance in just under two hours and 20 minutes. More girls showed up
and together we ran a couple more miles. I told Nonkululeko that I was likely
done after the next lap, as I was closing in on 15 miles and she was at eight.
During an internal reality check, I admitted to myself that 15 miles was more
than I had expected to complete. Just before we were about to complete the lap
a hubbub of staff activity heralded the unexpected arrival of Oprah herself.
She showed up kitted out in workout gear and running shoes and said “I didn’t
think you’d do it! Should we do a few laps together? I have a board meeting in
half an hour.” By then Nonkululeko and I had a merry band of fellow runners and
the idea of a few laps with our benefactor thrilled all of us. Fortunately
Oprah wanted to walk. I needed the break and thanked the angels for the opportunity.
This was no ordinary walk though, and Oprah shared the story of her finishing
the Chicago Marathon when she was 40 while power walking through the two miles
and jogging as we approached the end of each lap. She said: “You are at 17. I
expect you to finish.”
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| With Oprah and the Angels. Nonkululeko is on the right with green shorts and white sneakers |
I told her that there was no way that I was going to be able
to do it but that I could likely do a few more.” Nonkululeko pointed out that
she was now at 10 miles and that if we could do three more she would reach a
half-marathon. Oprah smiled before
heading back to her house and her board meeting.
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| Nonkululeko is still smiling! |
Yes. Three more miles. Nonkululeko’s companionship had
gotten me to this point. I could do three more to get her to a
half-marathon. In past marathons, I have
almost always hit the dreaded WALL, which means different things to different
people, but for me means that I am completely out of energy, each steps hurts
and the final few miles feel like an entire full marathon onto themselves. In
the past this typically happened between miles 20 to 22 for me. It was OK. I would reach 20 miles and call it
a day then. I was at peace with the distance and ready for a shower. After I completed
20, Nonkululeko and I hugged and she left to go wherever angels go when they
have done their earthly work. I thanked her for her companionship on our
journey and encouraged her to take a warm shower and drink some chocolate milk
as a recovery drink.
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| Nonkululeko, Karolien and other kind supporters- nearing the end! |
But it was not to be. Waiting at mile 20 was Karolien, a
senior who during the Wellness Week had shared with me the many obstacles she
had overcome to get to OWLAG and now was just a few months from graduation. She
wanted to join me for a few laps. I told her that I could no longer think and
tried to explain THE WALL to her, but angels are kind and she said: “We can go
slowly. You don’t have to talk.” We jogged slowly and I listened to more of her
story as we completed the 21st, 22nd and 23rd
miles. That was it. I hugged her in gratitude and was going to head in to get
my bag of dry clothes. I needed to go back to my room, wash up and meet a
driver who was going to take me to my sister’s house in Johannesburg.
As I completed mile 23 a group of three students came up to
me: “Hi Uncle Blaise—that was the name I had been given during the week—Mum O
is in her board meeting and it is running late. She said that she will be done
in 40 minutes. When you finish, she will come and pick you up to take you back
to the Guest House.”
I tried to do the math, but the brain did not work. ’13-minute miles? Something like that,’ I
thought to myself. If that was right, it
was on the edge of what I felt I could do. I jogged once around clocking 12:20
for the mile. “Ok I have an extra 40 seconds,” I told myself. 12:14 for the 25th mile. I had
more than 14 minutes to complete the final mile. I jogged and walked and breathed
in the rarified air of OWLAG. I reflected on the endurance of the girls whose
resilience had overcome the burden of lack of resources and sometimes traumatic
experiences. I considered the many staff who had committed themselves to
transform these improbable lives. I felt gratitude that Oprah had opened up her
heart in a way to make this all possible. And then it was over. 26 miles
completed. I walked to stretch for another 300 meters or so to get to the
official 26.2. I looked down at my watch. 5 hours 27 minutes. I went to the front of the administration
building where I passed out on the cold tiles that adorned the entrance.
THE AFTERMATH
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| I felt even worse than this! |
Soon after passing out I discovered the meaning of “there is
no rest for the weary.” It means: Oprah is going to do an interview with you right
after a marathon and at the precise moment that the cold OWLAG Administration
Building tiles are the only thing that will provide any relief. “You did it,” she said holding her phone while filming, “and
after all that wine! This is your Oprah interview.” We chatted for a few minutes before we all
drove back to the guest house. We knocked on Dr. Perry’s door and he came out in
a white robe, stretched his just-woken but clearly rested arms and said,
smiling “So what’s going on?”
HEAVENLY LESSONS
So what have I learned? First is that all too often, each one of our
successes depends on the right person showing up at the right time. Second, sometimes
angels appear as high school students. Third, never doubt your mother when she
is invoking her heavenly connections. Fourth, Oprah is one motivating lady!
