Outrunning Age: Meeting Midlife with Courage, Compassion, and a Few Blisters
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Do you ever wonder how to handle the changes that getting older brings?
Learn how one woman found her own answers
Melinda Walsh started running at age 37 as her first marriage was ending. By 55, she'd embraced a new life as a runner, and found love again with a wonderful man. As 60 approached-having never tackled more th
Melinda Walsh
Melinda Walsh is a relentlessly creative award-winning communicator whose experience both in front of and behind the camera has made her an expert in the intentional use of story to make transformational shifts. Drawing from her experience as a professional marketer, mentor and certified ontological coach, Melinda is on a mission to help women rewrite their story and step fully into their own power. She lives in Baton Rouge with her husband Tom and you can regularly find her running the LSU lakes. To learn more or contact Melinda, visit www.melindawalsh.com.
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Outrunning Age - Melinda Walsh
Preface
It’s impossible, said Pride. It’s risky, said Experience.
It’s pointless, said Reason.
Give it a try, whispered the Heart.
—Unknown
Ididn’t realize it at the time, but I started running out of my first marriage the day I took my stepdaughter’s tennis shoes and headed out to the sugarcane fields that surrounded our antebellum home. The day before, I had walked the fifty yards from the front porch, past the three-hundred-year-old oaks, to the mailbox, and was shocked to discover that the walk had made me winded. I put two fingers to my neck and felt my pulse flutter like oak leaves in a Louisiana thunderstorm. As I strolled back, bills in hand, heart racing, I thought, I am too damn young to be this out of shape.
With that declaration, at age thirty-seven, I became a runner before I even took my first step.
It took me a while to own it, however. I thought runners ran marathons in record time without stopping to catch their breath and collected medals as proof of their efforts. I was too slow to be a real runner, I told myself, so at first I mostly walked through the fields at dusk, the sun raking low over the green tops of the sugar cane. I liked leaving my sneaker tracks alongside those of the raccoons and deer who sometimes shared the headrows with me.
The headrows are the streets of the fields. As I ran, I focused on avoiding tripping over the tractor ruts, a practice that kept me from ruminating too much on the strained state of my once-happy relationship. I also wanted to avoid the heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I thought back to The Way Things Used To Be and compared them to How They Are Now. I tried to outrun the tears. Sometimes the dog trotted alongside me. I spoke my fears and concerns to her, but she didn’t have many answers.
Off I went, ten minutes out, ten minutes back, six days a week, leaping over the occasional snake and getting cut by the stray sugar cane leaf. After two weeks I decided that I either needed go farther or faster, and I chose faster. I could soon run one mile without stopping, then two. Only after six months of this did I commit enough to purchase my own running shoes. I gratefully returned my stepdaughter’s shoes to her closet, the mileage on them a little higher.
A year after I first took those shoes, the day came for me to run out of my marriage for real. I packed up my running shoes and wedding silver and ran into my new life. I was sad and relieved, all at the same time. Running gave me a comforting structure to my days. I missed the headrows, the white-tailed deer, the cycles of the cane, and the raccoon tracks, but I did not miss my fractured marriage as I settled into my new home near several peaceful lakes.
The lakes are populated with herons, visiting white pelicans, and—this being Louisiana—the occasional alligator. Two-story Louisiana State University (LSU) sorority houses line one side of the lake, their plantation-style structure making rippling reflections on the water. Turtles catch the sun on partially submerged logs, lining up like railroad cars, the biggest one in the prime spot and the rest arranged in hierarchical rows. Cypress, live oak, and mimosa trees—Louisiana ambassadors—stand proudly around the perimeter, and the squirrels scold (or maybe encourage) runners as they pass.
‘Real runners run here, all the way around the lakes, four miles without stopping’, I thought to myself. I wasn’t a real runner
yet, so I just ran two miles in my neighborhood each day, filling the steps with affirmations. I mentally chanted mantras in sync with my pace. I love myself. I love my body. My body runs easily. My body loves to run.
However, I also thought, I am too curvy to be a real runner. I waited in vain for the miles to make me a broad-shouldered, straight-hipped, no-body-fat runner. My unhelpful comparison to more experienced runners made me blind to the fact that being curvy and busty wouldn’t keep me from gradually improving my pace. My leg muscles were strong, and when I tightened them, I was surprised to see that my quadriceps muscles were becoming more defined, and I could now see my leg biceps in the back. I continued to run toward new possibilities with each step.
Having no husband around to occupy my days opened up opportunities to make male friends. One of my first new friends was a long-time runner, as in, I-just-added-up-my-lifetime-mileage-and-it’s-enough-to-have-run-around-the-Earth kind of long-time runner. He introduced me to a group of his friends whose idea of travel was to research a city they had never been to and where a marathon was going to be held, and then meet there and run the race. I was in awe of and intimidated by these folks, and I dreamed of one day being able to keep pace with them instead of watching their backs pull away from me.
Hanging out with a pack of elite and seasoned runners was both a good thing and a bad thing. I kept up with my running so that I could be one of them, but I beat myself up because I fell short of their pace. My best-ever time at this point was only
an eight-minute mile, whereas most of the others ran 7:30s or faster. I mostly hung back in a 9:30 to 10:30 range, not seeing that I was the only one who was judging me. No matter how many miles I ran, I was unable to outrun my self-criticism.
One day a neighbor saw me go out the door in my running clothes and asked, You running the lakes today?
I launched into my rationale for how I wasn’t a real runner; I didn’t run races, and I could only run two miles. The more I talked, though, the more I realized how silly I sounded. In case I missed it, my neighbor burst out laughing and said, I see you run every day. How can you not call yourself a runner?
Sometimes it feels good—and terrifying—to face our self-imposed limitations. I immediately took off for a run around the larger of the two LSU lakes—all four miles of it. My ego came along with me and offered such helpful comments as, You know you can’t do this. You can only run a couple of miles. You’re really slow, anyway. A ten-minute mile isn’t that fast. Like a lousy friend with a loudspeaker, my ego threw doubts at me with every step, trying to trip up my confidence. Sure enough, I ran out of gas around the two-mile mark, clear on the other side of the lake from my car. I walked for a bit and then ran the rest.
As I unlocked my car and plopped, hot and sweaty, into the driver’s seat, it hit me. I had just run the LSU lakes. Damn. Maybe I was a runner.
Chapter 1
The Starting Line
Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.
—Betty Friedan
Age is no barrier.
It’s a limitation you put on your mind.
—Jackie Joyner Kersee
Icould tell the second I lowered into the one-legged squat that I was trying one rep too many. My brain told my muscles to fire, and time slowed down.
Come on, you can do it,
my trainer said. I wanted to please this thirty-five-year-old father of two, who wore his hair in a man bun and whose family tattoo was molded over his cut bicep. I had just started working out with a new trainer after a year-long hiatus. Before I had taken the time off from training, I had gone through an intense two-week period during which I got married at age fifty-five, lost my dad, and parted ways with my biggest client. Healing from the psychological changes had taken longer than I had expected, and I was eager to resume regular physical activity.
There was no pop, no sudden movement of the dynamic mechanism that was my knee, to herald the injury that happened just then. Instead, the rubber band ligaments that cradled the joint simply stretched past their ability to rebound. I wondered if, at age fifty-seven, I had lost my stretch, as well. I felt like I had just slammed headlong into what it meant to be getting older.
I held on to my trainer’s hands, both for dear life and for my future, and gritted my teeth as my body gave its last drop of glucose to help me rise to a wobbly standing position. Good job!
Man Bun exclaimed, going for the high five. I tried to feel proud of myself, not knowing that one squat too many was going to halt my running and workouts for the next eight months.
The Knee
The day after one-too-many squats, my knee swelled up like a balloon with too much air. Bending it felt weird, but I thought I just needed to lay off it for a week or so. Gradually the swelling came down, and my trainer and I tried new activities. Rowing machine: knee swelled. Cycle warmups: knee swelled. Running: ouch. Everything we tried aggravated the pain. The chorus of I-told-you-so’s began to swell, too. It seemed like everyone who didn’t run had an opinion on running and getting older.
This is what happens when we age, Melinda. You’ll have to learn to slow down. I’ll bet with all that running you’ve done, you have arthritis. My friend Charles had to have a knee replacement last year, and he was only forty-five. With all that running you’ve done, you’ve probably torn the meniscus. You’ll need surgery. (Thank you for that last diagnosis, my schoolteacher