A funny thing happened on the way to my 55th birthday………….I started reading back through some of the things I had said and written and collected over the last couple of years. Those words kept slapping me in the face. I kept seeing things like:
Your circumstances do not make you………they reveal you!!!!!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, cigar in one hand, tequila in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO what a ride!
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.
………So don’t you sit upon the shoreline
And say you’re satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide………….
(The River by Garth Brooks)
My life was work and running the twins to martial arts classes three or more times a week. Overweight with two knees that screamed at me about previous abuse when I stood too long, I was tired most of the time and it didn’t look like it was going to get easier. I figured I was too old, too fat and didn’t have the time to do much about it. Spending time with the twins was important. Since the twins had been moved up to the adult classes and I was there with them anyway, it had been suggested that I train with them.
“Yeah, right,” both knees screamed. They were immediately backed up by my belly and lungs. The protest and complaints continued for months. They told me things like:
You will look like a fool………a fat, old fool.
Is this a mid-life crisis?
You will embarrass yourself…or at least the kids.
You will hurt yourself.
Your knees just won’t hold up.
And even though I am old enough to listen to my body, I still don’t always pay attention. So in mid March, one month before my 55th birthday, I started training in Taekwondo with twin knee braces. The understanding was that I would only do what I could do and not push myself too hard ……. after all, I still had to go to work the next day. I sweated buckets and left puddles on the mat. I couldn’t make it through a complete class. From watching and listening to the instructors for over two years, I knew what to do…….in fact, I knew enough to move up a belt within 6 classes.
I celebrated my birthday this year, April 21, by sparring for the first time………and loved it! I was told I looked like a big bear while sparring …… but, I can live with that (in fact, I kinda like it). I got my yellow belt in May.
I can make it through a complete class now and two on Mondays. I still sweat buckets and leave puddles. I am still fat............ but not as fat as I was.............. and my knees are feeling a bit better. I am lots stronger and more limber and this past
weekend (June 27-29), D and I competed in the 2008 IMAC World Championship Martial Arts Tournament here in Las Vegas at the Orleans Casino. That’s right; three months after starting to train I fought in the 50 year old and up division against all belts (except black) for the World Championship. Several folks thought I was nuts.
I lost to a brown belt 5-3…………….
in the finals!!!!!!!!!!!
That’s right, I got 2nd place. Not too bad for a fat old man.
You never know what you can do until you try.