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Ultra Lizard Brain

I was listening to a podcast about how the lizard brain is still inside us. It developed first, and the larger brain grew from there. The lizard brain can’t speak, and it’s primal. Since it doesn’t communicate with words, it needs basic things and operates on a simple level with less complexity. I started wondering if there’s a better way to live—one that caters more to that lizard brain—in an attempt to make life simpler, be happier, and reduce anxiety or depression. After all, anxiety and depression are often byproducts of a brain that tries to live in the future or ruminate on the past.

So, what does this lizard brain need? Let’s get real basic with it. The lizard needs sunlight, connection with other lizards, natural and simple food, the ability to run from predators, rest, and the chance to do it all again. When you put it like that, it all sounds so simple! The problem is that when this lizard starts interacting with things unnatural to its basic, primal needs, it begins to suffer. The lizard doesn’t care about what car it drives or its social status—it just uses its feet to get from point A to point B. The lizard doesn’t care what its house looks like or what clothes it wears—it’s always butt naked!

Remember, we’re only focusing on basic survival and self-preservation needs here. I’m not trying to add any unnecessary complexity. The lizard just wants to see tomorrow, maybe find a mate, and, if it’s lucky, see some offspring. So, what do I need to give it, day after day, to make sure it keeps moving forward?

As I dug into this idea more, I realized that the lizard brain is always in the moment. It can’t handle an abundance of time—it’s not sitting still long enough to catch the latest episode of its favorite TV show. If it did, it would get eaten.

When I’m running ultras, I feel like I go into lizard brain mode. I’m running from predators, I’m fueling, and I’m just being present in the mile and the moment. I try to force my brain back to simpler times. During a race, there are always unknowns, and the advanced brain doesn’t like that. But the lizard brain thrives in simplicity—it understands clear actions and conditions. The lizard brain wants training it’s seen before, food it’s eaten before, and even shoes for its lizard feet that it’s used before. The lizard brain doesn’t like “new.” It fears the unknown.

To thrive, the lizard brain needs simple, day-to-day living. Run the lizard. Feed the lizard real, alive food. Move the lizard. Get the thinking out of it. The lizard only worries about today—not the past or the future. It takes action on what it can control, not on what Sally the lizard receptionist in accounting thinks about it. Complexity kills—in design, in training, and in making life reproducible.

The lizard brain evolved in the wild, in the forest—not in the city. It needs to get back to nature. Feeling the sun, wind, rain, and dirt connects the lizard runner back to its primal instincts. It thrives in its original environment, where it can roam in wide-open spaces.

The lizard also loves to struggle with its support network of other lizards, training with others who are doing the same thing. The camaraderie of enduring difficult challenges together strengthens bonds and reinforces the lizard’s purpose. The cheering crowds, pacers, and aid stations during a race let the lizard know it’s not alone in this fight for survival.

The basics work for a reason—that’s what I’m saying here. We’ve broken away from simple daily habits that our brains need to function. Where can I remove complexity when it doesn’t need to exist? That’s the core principle of success.

The lizard brain also needs a problem to solve. It thrives on overcoming obstacles and is hardwired to conquer challenges to survive. The lizard brain doesn’t binge-watch Netflix. It gets out and does things. The trail is our survival scenario—a life-or-death struggle, both physically and mentally. This struggle gives the lizard brain a sense of purpose and validation.

The lizard brain wants one task—a single focus. That’s what ultrarunning does: it gives you one task, with the sole purpose of putting one foot in front of the other. The lizard brain can’t multitask, and anyone who says they can is just doing multiple things poorly instead of one thing well.

The lizard brain also pushes through pain. It actually loves pain as a feedback mechanism, using it as a tool to modify behavior. Pain tells the lizard when to slow down, adjust its form, eat more, or take a break. That’s a core survival ability: the ability to endure enough to see another day.

Above all, the lizard brain needs a reason to keep going. It needs a clear goal, like a finish line, where it can be rewarded. The lizard thrives on the satisfaction of being tested, pushed to its limits, and becoming something more than its current self.

So, the lizard brain needs its basic fuel, rest, safety, movement, connection, and purpose. Ultrarunning, in many ways, strips life down to these core elements and satisfies the primal brain’s instincts while aligning them with a modern challenge—with guardrails in place to keep it manageable. We might not like it, but it’s all very simple. I see this when I watch squirrels or other mammals surviving in the wild. This all runs through my mind as I sit watching out my window with my plethora of problems, while they live in the moment, just trying to survive.

I sit on my couch worrying about a future that might never come or a past that doesn’t matter. I need to get back to simpler times. Simple. How do I just make it simple? What would this look like if it were easy? That’s always the question to ask yourself.

No Control in Ultrarunning

I was thinking about my beating heart. Weird, I know, right? If you’re in a quiet setting, you can feel it, and it gave me this idea: there are many bodily functions over which we have no control. Heart rate, hair growth (bald guy here wishes he could ?), kidney function, etc. The body takes control and manages everything on autopilot. Then there are the things under our control: what food we put in our mouths, what we consume with our eyes and ears, and where our feet take us. That’s how life works—some things are in your control, and the rest are not.

You control what races you sign up for and what you do in training. There’s a large amount of control there. But what if the body could decide where you spend your time, what food you could eat, or what workouts to do? It can’t, but it does send signals. Low energy, limited range of motion, inability to touch your toes, overly tight or sore muscles, or chronic injuries are signal flares. Could you imagine if your body took over and started doing stretches and mobility work because it knew?!? “Hey, your quads or hamstrings are way too tight! I’ll fix this,” similar to the immune system. That idea was making me laugh for some reason…

In racing, you can’t control who shows up. It’s the old trope: control the controllable. I was also thinking about the term “control freaks”, the term I used to generate some nice AI art. Those who try to control everything make for bad parents, bosses, spouses, etc. Control freaks want to see things done how they want versus what’s best for the situation. Not that you shouldn’t try to influence your life in some way, but realize that in parts of it, you only have control over your emotions, and that’s it.

Control Freak

There is a part to “being prepared,” but there is also a part to letting go and trusting in the training, mixed with situational awareness. You can stack the deck in your favor. Bad weather, wet shoes, missed aid stations, or whatever—you can control how you feel. That is what you have control over, not letting your emotions or imagination run wild because it’s never as bad as you think.  That’s normally what results in a DNF, where your expectation of what you thought didn’t align with your pace or place.

You get dealt cards in life and must play the hand given. Some get dealt a pair of aces, while you get a pair of 2s or 3s.  “You get what you get and you don’t get upset” is what I tell my children. Life isn’t fair, but it favors those who don’t give in and are mindful vs mindless. Those who keep finding a way to survive, and those who keep pushing forward when they think they are out of options. If you have a beating heart and can stand on your two feet, keep moving. Control is an illusion, like a magic trick our minds play on us. You have no control, just control over how you feel. That’s why they say to know yourself, how you react, what sets you off—be aware of it so you can control THAT, not the situation. Make the best of it, smile, laugh, and bust your ass every day. Your heart keeps beating without your control, hoping you put the right things in your mouth, get enough sleep, and move throughout the day.

My question is, if the body could control itself, what would it stop you from doing? You have to pull yourself out of bad situations, almost thinking, “My body would prefer I not do this to myself.” Mood follows action, and more times than not, once I start doing what needs to be done, the mind gets on board. Like the heart beating on its own with no intervention, what if the body decided to go for a run, but you didn’t want to? Your hands shot out, grabbed a pair of running shoes, and started lacing them up! You kept saying no, but the body didn’t listen. All of a sudden, you’re out the door and running. That’s almost what I need with fitness and health. Like giving the keys to let someone else drive.  Would your body keep doing what you currently do daily? Sitting all day, hunched over a screen, doomscrolling Facebook or Instagram, or reading my blog ?? I don’t think so, well maybe the blog part… It’s a decent blog…?  I leave you with the lyrics to one of my favorite punk songs along this same topic below.  Enjoy!

Bad Religion – No Control (One of my favorite punk songs)

Culture was the seed of proliferation, but it’s gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole to an inharmonic whole
Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we’re in control
Though we think we’re in control

Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness

There’s no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate, it will all happen again, yeah

Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes
But they can’t explain why it should slip away
Explain why it should slip away
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity
But here we are rooted in the present day
Rooted in the present day

Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness

There’s no vestige of beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate, it will all happen again, yeah
If you came to conquer, you’ll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away

And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear
We have no control
We have no control
We have no control
We do not understand, you have no control
You are not in command

You have no control
We have no control
No control, no control
You have no control

Thanks for reading!