
I'm always reflective at birthday time and today is no exception. My first inclination was to make some massive pledge about how I'm setting aside everything to work on my health for the next 365 days, which isn't a terrible idea, but then I figured something out. I was out running a few errands (including new running shoes, which I'll explain more in a bit), and I sat down at one of those blood pressure machines at an in-store pharmacy. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it here before but my BP has been a bit dicey for the last several years. They haven't made me take meds, but I've had to monitor it at home and once they didn't want to let me leave a pre-operative check-up until it came down. Needless to say, it's been concerning and is related to weight, caffeine, age and genetics I suppose. I had fallen out of the habit of tracking it until today when I was very pleased to see it clock in at 121 over 78, which is pretty darn good for me.
Even better, the machine also showed a resting pulse of 50, which is a solid 10-20 beats per minute less than it was in the winter time. So, why am I telling you this? Well, it was evidence that what I am doing is making a difference. As frustrated as I get at my weight and my lack of washboard abs, there is no doubting I am much, much healthier than I was in April and over the winter. I was so busy trying to get to a goal, I kept forgetting to enjoy the progress even when I noted it. After all, as much as I want to look good at the pool, I want to be a 75 year old Ironman triathlete someday and that takes time, time that should be enjoyed, not just endured.
I don't think I need to make a a commitment I may not keep to behave perfectly for a year and set aside all other things to achieve health. Rather I must remember:
We are what we repeatedly do
And I must think about what I want to do repeatedly (besides the obvious of course). I trained repeatedly for 3 months and I regained the ability to be a triathlete. I repeatedly make questionable choices with what I eat and therefore I weigh a certain amount. I repeatedly self-analyze and obsess about multiple options for the future and as a result I usually change very little, because I think and ponder and obsess rather than ever choose:)
So, in my 42nd year I am interested in finding a new level of health and recapturing my self-identify as an athlete. In my 42nd year, I am interested in doing work that not only supports my family, but does some good for the world and for my soul. In my 42nd year, I am interested in broadening my interests beyond my career and building on my strengths to find the place of most potential. Deep Huh?:)
Now what do I need to do repeatedly to go down those paths and enjoy them? Fitness for one really seems to be a matter of repetition...time to get back with my trainer Danni, track my food, and maybe blog more regularly among other things.
Oh, by the way, the photo above is from a birthday roughly 20 years (give or take a year) ago. No real symbolism other than it's a birthday party photo and is the last official sighting of my abdominals:) I was repeatedly detassling corn that summer, which is a good fitness plan.
Exercise update: I've taken a bit of a break this week for a couple reasons. The first is just post-tri recovery, which is mostly bs. I felt fine Monday and biked, but stuck to walking the rest of the week.
The second has been more troubling. My foot has been killing me and by Tuesday it had progressed to feeling like a nail through the front of my foot most of the day. I was getting very down about it, but then on Wednesday I decided to just keep pursuing treatment. I went in to my chiropractor and decided if that didn't get us anywhere than it was back to the podiatrist and if that didn't work, I'd look for more options.
I was very pleased when my chiro said he was very confident I wasn't suffering from plantar fasciitis again, but rather I just had some pretty good joint inflammation from the pounding my feet have taken. The prescribed treatment is rest and ice, which I've been doing in addition to the the electro-stim Dr. Breidenbach did on Wednesday. My feet felt great Thursday and have been a little sore since, but I think I see the path to health for my feet and I'm greatly pleased it's not the old ailment. Of course, every pound I drop will help all my joints including my feet. I also went and replaced my running shoes today. I had purchased a Reebok shoe that took advantage of the more "natural" feel and I think that has been an issue. Perhaps a thinner man with better bio mechanics could benefit from a thinner shoe, but I need cushioning for now.
Nutrition update: I've been tracking food pretty well this week. Wednesday night was my only train wreck, otherwise I've been with the plan, even on light exercise days. I've had some back sliding on soda consumption, so I don't get my monthly massage, but I'm back on the wagon today.
No major indulgences planned for my birthday or for the vacation in the Dells next week. I prefer feeling strong and healthy to feeling bloated and full of crap.
Thanks for indulging a long post, but what could you expect. Blogging about yourself is pretty self-centered and when you add in the birthday...
Happy July 30th...