March, 19,
2003
Glen Sutton, Quebec
Article provided courtesy
of Clara Hughes.
EKWA!!! CLARA,
As I sit admiring the soft early morning light draping
the valley below in shades of spring, I cannot help but
be filled with inspiration. This is the moment I have
been dreaming of for months: to sit in silence in my home,
sipping coffee and feeling no rush to do anything. For
seven and a half months I have been gone, save for ten
days over Christmas, which served more as a tease to strengthen
the pains of homesickness than provide the peace I feel
as I sit here now. My capacity has been extended to the
breaking point and it's so good to be home.
To pursue speed skating is to live in Calgary. I wouldn't
have it any other way. The Olympic Oval lives up to its
image of the best training center for those who love to
glide. It is a gift to be there and receive the support
from the experts who care and share our success. My coach
and mentor Xiuli Wang, who I would swim across the ocean
to train with, is there. My Team who united with such
sisterhood this year is there. Everything I need to be
my best on the ice is there.
But still, this is home and there is no place like it.
It is a refuge of sorts for me, the wife, athlete, and
the student. Nothing can fill my heart like the sound
of silence I find in the mountains of Quebec. As I think
back to the weekend in Berlin, Germany it is difficult
to comprehend that it was only Sunday I competed in the
World Single Distance Speed Skating Championships. So
many images run through my head. Only in reflection do
I realize how profound the experience was. In a deeply
spiritual level I feel I have grown.
The birds outside break the silence as the memories flash
through my head. Going into Worlds I wanted to feel confident
but instead was doubtful after the previous weekend's
World Cup. I had 'blown up' two laps into the sevenand
a half lap race. As a result I lost my nerve and could
not find the confidence to fight again. It left me fearful
that I had reached my peak for the year and was no longer
able to push myself. This was not a good way to go into
the World Championships.
To deal with the doubts I began to look at the 3000 m
race in Berlin as preparation for the following day's
5000 m. If I could finish strong it would set me up well
for the longer distance.
It was a word from a friend that began to turn things
around. During last
winter's Olympics my friends up in LaRonge, Saskatchewan
sent me a gift from
the North. It was that word within the sentences of support
so powerful it
returned to me when I needed it most. It read:
EKWA!!! CLARA,
It means NOW. The kids, Tim, and me are with you. The
kids and I will burn
sweet grass and pray to the 4 directions and ask the creator
for help to
find more strength for you. Or to smile at you.
During the Olympics, the Cree word was tattooed on my
hand with a ball-point pen as a reminder of where I wanted
to be. Again, I scribbled the word on my hand as a reminder
to remain within each moment. Not in the past or future,
but in the Now.
All morning I saw the word. As I walked through the tunnel
to the middle of the track I saw the word, thinking 'when
I return the race will be over, so don't forget to live
it while it is there.' Approaching the starting line I
glanced down again and smiled. It was a mantra flowing
through me. My only goal was to be within each and every
moment. Gone were the fears of 'blowing up'; gone were
the expectations one cannot help but feel at that level.
Crossing the line after 3000 m I knew I had done it. The
moments were mine and I felt the strength of the highest
mountain peaks pulsing through my veins. I was ready for
the following day as clarity guided my senses. As I walked
back through the tunnel hearing the introductions to the
podium I knew I had succeeded in the deepest personal
sense. That I finished forth was insignificant when compared
with the moments I had just lived. I thought, 'here I
am, walking through the tunnel,' knowing the moment of
racing had passed. I continued to move through the present.
I was ready for the final race of the year, the 5000 m.
There were many times I dreaded racing late afternoon
like we did on that Sunday. It was different that day
as I felt no rush to get to the line. Each moment leading
into it as important as the race itself. Each moment I
passed through with the mindset of EKWA, the more confident
I became.
The stands were filled to capacity and I was in the last
pair for the race. It was the pair everyone had been waiting
for. It was Claudia's home track. She is the three-time
Olympic Champion and world-record holder in the distance.
Gretha Smit of The Netherlands had just finished a gutsy
race and the sea of orange-clad Dutch skating fans waited
on pins and needles to see if her leading time would hold.
The place was buzzing with energy. I absorbed each molecule
through my skin.
I thought of my teammate Kristina Groves who had skated
earlier. We talked as I got ready to change and make my
way to the ice. She smiled and her eyes sparkled as she
looked at me and said, "Clara I don't care if I finish
last, that was such a great race. I feel so satisfied
and know I gave everything I had. I am so happy!"
The intensity of her gaze, of her words, guided my already
clear vision. Again I was reminded of the moment, the
mindset, the true meaning of my pursuits.
The gun went off and something took over. I felt I was
flying, not skating around the track. Claudia and I battled
lap after lap; each time I took to the inner lane I would
attack with everything I had to maintain the slight lead
I gained early in the race. Each time she crossed to the
inner she would counter attack. The roar of the crowd
pushed me further and further into my reserves. With three
laps to go she made her final move. I was unable to respond.
Inside I fought with the pain of exertion, keeping myself
in the moment of each stride, careful not to let go of
the EKWA. I crossed the line a second and a half after
Claudia, her time fast enough for the win, mine ahead
of Gretha by a mere 3/100's of a second.
Though I was exhausted I knew I had done it. I had found
the reserves I doubted were inside. The sheer joy of satisfaction
was my reward. There was no disappointment that I hadn't
won, not even relief of earning silver by a hair.
For years I have challenged myself in sport. In my heart
it is clear to me why I go to the line time and again.
I can assure you it's not a medal hanging around my neck
that I am after. Medals are things I send to my Mom in
Winnipeg, which she in turn shares with friends and family.
They are not what provide the deep sense of accomplishment,
which fills my sense of self, in turn teaching me how
to live.
As I sit here those lessons guide me in terms of perception.
Because I seek each moment with the simple goal of awareness,
I am able to enjoy the view, the silence, and the clarity
of thought. That's what racing is like when at its best,
as it was this past weekend.
What I am left with is a lesson of life, a vivid reminder
of EKWA, of who I am and how I strive to live, each and
every moment of the way.
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