Training For Life

So why on earth would Sam invite a 52 year old woman to contribute to the fitness torch blog? I think mostly to encourage me, but perhaps also to share a little perspective from farther along the age spectrum. Not "the other end of the age spectrum" because I think I should have a good 20-25 years before I get to that point.

I've been a morning walker for much of my adult life, with fitness classes and running worked in for a couple years, and regular leisure biking for several multi-year periods. But at the time this photo was taken (Kayaker's Cove on Resurrection Bay south of Seward, Alaska) I was in a fitness slump that lasted over 2 years.

In the months previous, both my father-in-law and my father had died after slow physical declines and our son and daughter-in-law had returned from several years of volunteer service among the street people of Calcutta to live with my husband and me. They and their newborn lived in the guest room just vacated by a young friend who had lived with us for several months - for a few months while they saved for a home down-payment. We were in the midst of helping both sons move into their first homes - one in Kentucky and one in Florida - and we had just co-signed a loan for the purchase of a large office and warehouse space for our 30 year old business.

I was spending large amounts of mental energy trying to sort through major questions about the existence of God, the suffering in the world, and personal life purpose - questions I never expected to be wrestling again with at age 50. On top of all that I was trying to return to a 30 hour work week (with my husband as my boss :-) after 6-7 years out of the business and I was in the throes of a chaotic peri-menopause complete with sleepless nights, unbelievable hot flashes and night sweats and simmering and expressed anger the likes of which I had NEVER experienced.

It was a crazy, stress-filled time, and I coped by going back to bed after my husband left the house at 5:30 am- the only time I seemed to be able to sleep for two consecutive hours- and eating and drinking more - I was cooking for 4 or more adults most nights now and hoagies, pasta, rice, potatoes and ice cream made frequent appearances on my plate.

I slowly realized that I woud quickly become unable or unwilling to continue to help my husband and family if I did not get fit again. This past fall I finally started walking and biking again on a limited basis and then, since I had been following Sam's marathon training, I went to Chicago to cheer Sam on as he ran his first marathon with knees that had endured several major injuries and surgeries.

WOW. Watching over 40,000 runners of all ages stream past me was awe inspiring; and finally catching a glimpse of Sam at mile 20 and watching him cross the finish line brought a huge lump of joy and pride to my throat. He had disciplined himself intensely for many months to do something he didn't think he could do (and most "sensible" people didn't think he should do, given his knee history) and he had made his time goal.

At the end of January, after several months of walk/running, biking, and skating in fits and starts, I joined a women's gym and began weight training with a personal trainer once a week and other days on my own. It was just what I needed to fuel my "Can she do it? YES, she can!" engine. So for 6 months now, I have been weight training twice a week, doing some form of cardio 4-6 days a week and gradually feeling better physically and emotionally. Thanks to the exercise and progesterone cream, the hot flashes are no longer debilitating and I sleep much better at night. My weekend bike rides are increasing to pretty respectable distances, Sam has gotten me seriously thinking about my first triathalon, and I am thinking that running a marathon by the time I've finished my 55th year of life is a reasonable possibility.