On October 26, I successfully racewalked the 39th Marine Corps Marathon. Actually, in my own terms, much more than successfully. On race day, I was certain that I could meet the pace requirement for the first twenty miles1, but just barely. To my astonishment, I completed that distance twenty minutes faster than I ever expected. Overall, I finished the race in a very respectable time, and I had lots of energy and no significant pain or injury at the end. To say that I am proud of my achievement would be an understatement, not just because I had such a good race, but because I met all my goals.2
How many times do you suppose this question gets asked every single day? For me, it wasn’t only an issue of vanity, that is, whether or not I appeared ironically out of shape in my technical gear, or just looked older because of a protruding belly and rounder face.
For years, doctors and nutritionists had urged me to lose twenty pounds for all the well-ed health reasons. So, because it sounded like a good idea, without any genuine enthusiasm I would follow their suggested meal plans for a while. Then I’d stop because I felt fine, my clothes fit me well enough, and my extra fat kept me warm in the winter. Like most people who perceive no immediate danger, I regularly opted for second helpings and dessert instead of responding concretely to the abstract, eventual threat to my well-being.
“… not because [it’s] easy, but because [it’s] hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills … (President John F. Kennedy, 1962, Rice University) As a physical therapist and Feldenkrais® movement … Continue reading →