Fighting Fat...
In early 1997, friends were telling me I looked "senatorial." What did that mean? One morning at a health care conference, I looked in the hotel mirror, and realized it meant I looked eight months pregnant. Seriously.
I finally got back to more exercise and less eating. That year I managed to lose 50 pounds of fat. (I may bore you with more details of the how-to another day.)
Now I'm 53, almost exactly the same age my father was when he had first heart attack,
and the cardiologist said he came within 10 minutes of dying.
Dad never got to see his younger two sons (my brother Ben and me) finish our education. The next heart attack got him. But I definitely want to see our sons grow up and complete their educations.
So, I work out. And like everyone, I try to watch what I eat, sometimes with less success than others. One of my friends reminds me, "You know, Roy, gluttony is still a sin."
And since it's one of my sins, I have to work out more than some to keep my weight down. But my heart seems strong with a morning resting heart rate (pulse) of 34, sometimes lower. I'm hoping it'll hang in there for a while yet.
Another part of my motivation is to encourage young people to be active. And as someone once said of proclaiming the Gospel, "Preach the Good News--use words if you must." It's much easier for me to preach and fuss, but most young people get enough preaching and fussing, but not enough good examples. And they sure know the difference between the talk and the walk. So, I know I've got to continue to try to eat less and work out more than I otherwise would.
Now, I'm fortunate. All three of our sons are runners on Dresden's Cross Country Team. Juniors John and Rick and eighth grader Ben motivate me, pull me along, encourage me to work out. And Nancy is disciplined in her work-outs and sets a good example for us, too.
Nancy has, however, rationally pointed out that one can work out and get great health benefits without doing endurance events. So, why do marathons and Ironman triathlons?
Phillipians 4:13 teaches us, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” I really want young people to know that this Scripture is true—and can be true in their lives.
I believe the best way to teach young people is by showing, not telling, by practicing what we preach, by living the change we want to see.
But sometimes to get their attention, we need to do something a bit unusual. That's one reason last Sunday I did an Ironman triathlon. 140.6 miles. A 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run.
On Sunday, I did Ironman Louisville. Not fast, not strong, but unslow enough that I was not disqualified.
My cartwheel at the finish line was so pathetic that two volunteers asked if I needed medical attention.
Late in the marathon, I bonked—ran low on energy. I’d failed to eat as much as I should have during the marathon. A fellow ran up beside me and said, ‘I can’t tell if you’re running or walking, but it seems to be working.’ I had to laugh. Guess he was right.
It took me almost 14 hours (13:42). I was surprised, however, to finish 41 minutes quicker (less slow!) than my first Ironman 2 years ago. Not that the leaders were worried. I was way back at 921st of the 2,100+ who signed up, the however many actually started the race, and the 1,555 that finished by the 17 hour cut-off. Among the 100 old men 50 to 54, I finished 40th.
Now, I admit I cheated—I got kisses from my bride along the way. Much sweeter (for me, probably much saltier for Nancy) than energy bars and gels.
Plus, our three wonderful sons gave me high-fives. I simply couldn’t have done it without the encouragement and love of our family.
At mile 60, a bike cable broke, leaving me without the fastest gears. I was stunned for a minute, then decided I could either cuss and cry or laugh and thank the Good Lord for being able to ride at all. You know, so many people would give anything to be able to swim, bike or run—and can’t. So, I just rode the next 52 miles as quick as I could in the gears I had and those easier gears probably made my legs fresher for starting the marathon.
Nancy and I had planned to drive home after the race so the boys could be at school for 6:00 a.m. cross-country practice and classes. I was so excited by the race, and grateful to Nancy for enduring it, that I drove the whole way home. The boys slept in the van, but Nancy didn’t sleep too well, concerned that I might fall asleep. We got in about 3:00 a.m., and I still had to read a while before I could sleep. Nancy says that instead of a triathlon, it was a quadrathon.
I don't know what to call that event and all that surrounded it, but I do know this. I was blessed to have the support of family and friends, the fellowship of some wonderful people who are similarly demented or motivated to go 140.6, and I came out of the event not tired, but renewed and fired up and wanting to help make a difference.
