ran, raced and I have loved running shoes for decades. and Then I quit eight years ago. My body told me to rest, and I listened.her husband and I met running, I ran through love, marriage, work, children, and grandchildren. and Beyond. Running in the morning was something we did and we would trade it off while the kids were young. It was so predictable that one morning her daughter asked, “Are there any moms or dads who don’t run?”
As Boulder Boulder heads our way, 45 years after its founding in 1979, I wondered what it would be like to just go. running? Boulder The butterflies of excitement and anxiety never went away at the starting line of Boulder. It was stage fright that I just wanted to escape. And it worked beautifully. That was all I needed. community, connections, of The competition filled me with sweat and joy.
So yesterday morning, after a long pause in my stride, I burst out the front door. It was shaky, but slow, but when I put one foot in front of the other, I couldn’t help but smile. I no longer care about being slow. Not that anyone was looking for it. But more importantly, “I” no longer cares, I just appreciate the morning air, and I still remember that. Just like cycling, running is something that is never forgotten and stays in our hearts and souls forever. Although I only ran for 15 minutes, it was a memorable run. I didn’t race up Vail Mountain under stunningly blue skies or complete my first marathon in a faraway city. But I was back on the path I knew like the back of my hand.The stone inside Flawless The toast shape with its rounded top edges was no longer there, but the rocky path was still there. Really Not much had changed, but I had. I no longer had the ease and grace that I had when I was younger, but it was somehow there, as long as I was running “in” instead of “out.” Remaining A graceful moment that should never be lost. When I slowed down to take a walk on my front porch, I felt the same feeling I had when I ran a 10K race. Just 15 minutes into my running shoes, I found my inner magic again.
As age affects us, our relationship with sport and our bodies inevitably changes. Many of us have a somewhat complicated relationship with our bodies, filled with unkind negativity. As we get older, we may become more accepting of things and, hopefully, be able to get rid of the emotional “kinks” in time for the arrival of the physical “kinks.” Masu. But you don’t necessarily have to give up the sports you love, like playing a racket or skating in the pool. or The skis on the white powder don’t change, but what does change is our relationship with them. Theodore Roosevelt said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” So is his competition with his younger self. Because of that competition, they quickly become outclassed and are often unable to return to that world. It robs us of the joy of being there, even for a 15-minute moment walking down a muddy road. Having the freedom to choose whether to return to sports is like meeting an old friend who has brought us many gifts.You may feel different when we are together, but never that’s right It’s the same, but the familiar feeling of security and comfort remains.
I believe that our relationship with our bodies is a kind of marriage. We must listen and have open, two-way communication. Sometimes we encourage it and ask them to slow down or start moving. And it’s the same for us. Divorce is not an option, so we have to work on our marriage. We strive to grow and change together, accepting limitations and things we cannot control, such as the inevitable aging and death.
But it is also different from relationships with others that maintain a strong, independent sense of self. actually Increase the strength of your relationships. But when it comes to our bodies, we need fusion and integration between body, mind and heart. and spirit. And you will be better able to create that beautiful weave, paying attention to every aspect. ourselves, There teeth more I hope that our mental and physical health and well-being continue.
The gift of aging forces us to listen to the wisdom of our bodies. Surprisingly, they never lie.Somehow in my youth Year I was often able to ignore my body’s messages that it was tired and hurt. or We need to slow down.in look back I may have been adaptable, but that disconnect would lead me down a dark path emotionally and physically. Aging keeps reminding us of the finish line, but it also carries a clear message for a new starting line. I smile when I see my granddaughter hobbling around on her little feet, and even just putting one foot in front of the other through the front door makes me smile. It’s not the starting line of Boulder Boulder, but the butterflies still land at the start of something new, as they find grace in putting on old shoes.
Priscilla Anncourtney can be contacted through her website priscilladanncourtney.com.
