Thursday, October 21, 2010
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Just one person taking action can inspire others to do the same.
~ Leslie C. Aguilar~
I live so much in the moment, so very much in “the today,” that I sometimes forget that all of that activity is laying the ground work for my future. The short version is I forget. The long version is that the future is not often on my radar. I might as well enjoy today. Who knows, there may not be a tomorrow.
My good friend CATHERINEL66 wrote a blog that jarred me into the future. Catherine is close to reaching her goal and as she does she prepares for tomorrow, the future, call it whatever you like. In her research she has found that “only 5-10% of people maintain weight loss.” I would have been a lot more comfortable with fifty percent. At least that gives me a fighting chance!! Five to ten percent almost screams FAILURE.
Read the blog!!
What I do today is going to greatly influence a million of my tomorrows. It means exercise and good food choices. It means muttering all the way to the gym and groaning while I lace up my running shoes. It means that I am not like everyone else. I can’t eat a gob of cake and ten beers and never gain a pound or an inch. It means I will struggle and I will fail at times but I will keep going.
I am going to be part of the ten percent. I will succeed.
Yeah, I know, that all sounds sugary sweet and sappy. Do me a favor. Read all of CATHERINEL66’s blogs from day one. It is a roller coaster chronicle of a person who had many successes, many failures and a few dead ends in her journey towards planning to be in the ten percent. While I consider her a dear friend I don’t consider her perfect and within that imperfection is where I find her inspiration. She sweat, she struggles, she overcomes obstacles and now perched on the precipice of success, she plans to stay there. To me that’s what spark is about, people like Catherine.
Just one person taking action can inspire others to do the same.
~ Leslie C. Aguilar~
I am going to be part of the ten percent
Thank you Catherine
Saturday, October 16, 2010
My blog title this morning is one of the songs I use to warm up before I run. It not only gets my juices flowing, so to speak, but it gives me a really good reminder that I can do anything I choose to do.
I began running May 8, 2010 when I ran the last three hundred feet of a charity walk Joan and I had registered for. It felt good. Two days later I began the C25K program and went through a summer of hell mostly because I really didn’t believe I could ever get to the point at age fifty seven where I would be running a 5K. I participated in my first race on September 25, 2010.
If you are a faithful follower of my blogs you know that last Saturday I began running The Race For The Cure in Louisville. Three fourths of the way though the race I had what can best be described as a rather spectacular fall. I tore my right knee up with some pretty gruesome looking scrapes, road burns and cuts and sprained my left wrist. The worst pain was reserved for the internal me. In about ten seconds, everything I had pointed for went away. I couldn’t finish the race. That hurt worse than my leg.
Joan was off of work on Monday and her first words to me were “Don’t even think about it!!!” One MRI later I was able to bargain a walk to and from Walgreens to get a prescription filled as long as she came with me so as she put it “I didn’t get any ideas.” We walked about two miles and I felt okay. Tuesday I went to the gym and I walked around the track for about a half mile and decided to test my leg. I ran a lap, walked a lap. I did this for two miles and felt fine.
The physical part of me rebounded quickly. The mental part was like someone who kept waiting for their prom date to show up. I had some really serious self-doubt going on. So Wednesday morning I cleared my schedule and went back up to the gym. I ran a 5K. I did it indoors because if I had to stop I could just walk off the track and sit down.
Honestly? I could have run four miles the way I felt. I had this whole head/heart thing going on and my head won. I stopped at 5K. I felt redeemed. I sent a text to my core group of supporters and told them “I took care of some unfinished business.” Late yesterday afternoon, I ran 3.5 miles in what can only be described as the best fall day I have ever experienced in my life. My recovery was good and my leg wasn’t really sore except where the real bad road burn was.
While I was running this thought crossed my mind: We all fall, one way or the other. How many times do we just lay there and how many times do we get back up and start over? It just doesn’t apply to exercise. We don’t like to speak of it, because we become ashamed but how many times do I “blow it” when it comes to food? How many times do I just give up? How many times do I tell myself that when I sit down to or prepare my next meal, I’ll get back on track?
There really isn’t a lot of difference is there – me falling on the pavement and me eating a donut? It’s what I do afterwards that counts. Trainer Jen told me Thursday “Ya know John, all GREAT athletes get hurt.” (Notice the GREAT part, please, LOL) I believe success is largely determined by how we look at and handle our failures, immediately after they occur. I can punish myself and ridicule myself or I can take corrective action. The choice is mine.
“Don’t Stop Believing.”
Friday, October 15, 2010
I forgave Old John last night. It was the least comfortable thing I’ve done in quite some time. Truth be known I didn’t want to go down this road. Allegorically my running in the last five months has produced more than health it’s been a convenient way to run away from who and what I used to be. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that wasn’t fair to Old John. If nothing else he needed some closure. I realized too that not dealing with him and all his exploits might be part of what has me at this seemingly impenetrable plateau. Still I didn’t want to do it. I’ve been feeling too good lately. Let’s just “not talk about Old John.” Sort of like the relative no one acknowledges. They are right there on the family tree, you just don’t talk about them.
I didn’t want to do this. My stomach got all queasy. It’s like looking at your “before pictures.” They bring back painful reminders of whom and what you once were. My internal guidance system, AKA God, reminded me that in order for me to be where I am I had to have been where I was and BTW John is that really fair to leave the poor guy hanging out there?
“I’ll think about it, not tonight, but I’ll think about it.”
So I rolled over on my back and I have to tell you I had this really, really awkward feeling inside. I started thinking about some of the mistakes, misperceptions and actions I had taken in the past, stuff that held me back. Things that hurt me, or hurt other people and I looked at Old John and said “Okay John that was really stupid; what you did, but I forgive you. What’s done is done.” This wasn’t as an emotional of an endeavor as I thought it would be. I checked stuff off the list, rolled over and tried to sleep. Stuff kept popping in my head but what was really comforting about this was that those thoughts were not judgmental. They were like watching a movie and commenting “That was really dumb!!!” Suffice to say I dealt with the important stuff.
Finished with this task, I thought we were done, but like a little kid, Old john stood there. The Voice said. “He has to heal.” I looked at him and said. “Okay, you might as well come along. You are gonna be here anyways.” I slept pretty well after that. It wasn’t one of those dramatic; grab- me- a –box- of- Kleenex- Hollywood moments. I was glad it happened and equally glad it’s over.
Real change is our lives are not measured by pounds lost, calories consumed, and distance run, swum or pedaled. It is measure by the capacity we create in our lives to look at ourselves and and make the often painful but necessary adjustments to get even healthier.
If you are like me, at all, you might try to quickly forget you read this blog or that it was ever written. We focus and fixate so much on new tomorrows that oft times we forget about settling accounts with the past. I will grow, Old John will heal. I’ll reach my goals and one day, hopefully sooner than later there will just be one John, and oh my goodness gracious can you imagine how fantabulous he will be?
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