My experience
with New Year’s resolutions is limited. I have probably made resolutions less
than one year in ten. This year, after watching a TV spot on the topic, I
decided to write a blog post about resolutions but wait until most 2015
resolutions were long forgotten. Since
it is February 1, I believe it is safe to proceed.
On New Year’s
Day 1982, I was what would likely be termed today as a “drifting millennial”. I
was a couple years out of college, working in a reasonable job but totally
uncertain about my future. I had recently met a young woman who would become my
wife but other than that bit of good fortune, my prospects didn’t appear too
bright.
For reasons I
can no longer recall, I wrote down a couple goals for 1982 in a daily planner
that was given to me as a Christmas gift. I didn’t consider the goals as New
Year resolutions but in retrospect I guess they fit the criteria. One of my
goals was to run a marathon. Like many Americans, I had been thrilled ten years
earlier when Frank Shorter closed out the tragedy stained 1972 Munich Olympics
with a rare US victory in the marathon. On the other hand, the idea of me running 26 miles seemed at best fanciful so I am not sure to
this day why I chose running a marathon as a goal.
Despite the
alleged power of writing down goals, mine remained forgotten for several weeks
until I had my “Julie Moss moment”.
An image that has stayed with me for decades |
In February
of that year I flew to LA to visit a college buddy. I happened to be in a bar
with my friend during the end of the 1982 Ironman Triathlon. This was the year
of the epic women’s finish in the darkness. The seemingly insurmountable lead of
Julie Moss was overcome a few meters from the finish by Kathleen McCartney. Moss “hit
the wall” less than a mile from the
finish - literally crawling at the end of the race as the ABC Wide
World of Sports camera did a close up on her totally spent, writhing form.
McCartney, looking surprisingly fresh after more than 11 eleven hours on the
course, breezed past Moss to win the race and help launch the worldwide
popularity of the triathlon.
Watching the dramatic conclusion, I reached for the last handful of popcorn in a nearby
bowl, washed it down with a warming Miller Lite, and made a decision. If Julie Moss could crawl to the finish after seeing her “certain victory" turn into a shocking defeat, I could definitely run a marathon which was only a small subset of what this brave women had just endured.
Watching the dramatic conclusion, I reached for the last handful of popcorn in a nearby
bowl, washed it down with a warming Miller Lite, and made a decision. If Julie Moss could crawl to the finish after seeing her “certain victory" turn into a shocking defeat, I could definitely run a marathon which was only a small subset of what this brave women had just endured.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWPT9a9frbE
I flew home
the next day. After some research and a visit to the scales, I selected a
marathon 16 weeks later and decided to shed as many pounds as possible before I
got to the starting line. The following day, I bought a food scale and for the next
14 weeks, I ate a measured 1,500 calories a day with one key criteria – I did
not give up my ice cream habit. Each day 500 of my 1,500 calorie allotment was
ice cream. Clearly my college major was
not nutrition but I lost almost 30 lbs in a little over 3 months.
My training
log from those weeks shows that I went from not running a step to running 89 miles in the peak
week before I finished the “God’s Country” Marathon in western Pennsylvania. My time to cover the hilly course was a reasonable 3 hours and 15 minutes.
Before the year ended, I ran three more marathons, each several minutes faster
than the one before. My goal changed from "finishing" to running a sub 2 hour and 50 minute time which would qualify me to run in the Boston Marathon. Less than a year
after my first race, I ran 2 hours and 45 minutes in Cleveland which qualified me to run in Boston the
following spring. The impact of accomplishing the relatively minor goal of
running a marathon, led to more significant decisions – such as leaving the
comfortable environment of my hometown, going to graduate school, getting
married, having kids and eventually living overseas. Of course, I could have done all those things
as a non-runner but I clearly recall that decision to run a marathon and the
confidence each running success gave me made many other, more significant,
decisions easier.
As 2015
approached, I took some time and reflected on the decades of life that had
quickly passed. I noted that I weighed about the same as I had before I started
running in 1982. More than three decades of running and a lifetime of other
sports had taken a toll on at least one knee. I never stopped daily workouts
but wasn’t challenging myself. I needed to raise the bar.
This time my “Julie
Moss moment” was Christmas morning when my elder daughter proposed running a
10K together in May. She is the same age I was when I started running, wanted a
reason to get in better shape and seemed to be enlisting my commitment as a way
to ensure her own.
As I grabbed
a handful of Skittles and thought about the year ahead, I made a decision to go
below my high school graduation weight, increase the intensity of my daily
exercise and run a race with my daughter.
I wrote the goal down and decided I would start – as soon as my daughters went
back to NYC and LA which, for me, was the end of the holiday season. My
immediate action was an option I didn’t have in 1982 – use Google to find a
book to guide my efforts, hopefully inspire me and download it to my IPad. Less than ten minutes later I was reading the
book. My diet began Jan 4th.
For the past
27 days I have taken a picture of every bit of food I have eaten. Six days a
week I can eat as much as I want of certain specified foods and nothing made
from white flour, no rice, no dairy, no beer, no candy other than one square of
72% dark chocolate, etc. I am eating a lot of protein (fish, chicken, beef) and
more vegetables than I have ever eaten. I weigh myself every morning and take a
tape measurement around my gut at the navel each day. Every 7th day, I can eat and drink anything I want to... and I do. On those days I consume about 5,000 calories.
For a cheese
loving, Skittle devouring person who had been eating Greek Yogurt with blueberries
for breakfast five times a week for the past year, it has been an interesting
four weeks. I have enjoyed the discipline rather than feeling deprived by the limited menu. As of
yesterday, I was down 13.5 lbs and 5 inches around the middle which tells me I
am likely down more than 13.5 lbs of fat as my body composition changes. Although
losing weight was the original goal, I found that focusing on achieving this goal
has driven me to consider many other areas of my life that could stand some “tweaking”.
I will likely
stay on some modified version of this diet for a long time to come; however eating cheese,
Skittles and ice cream only once a week isn’t a lifestyle I want forever. I can probably live with every third or fourth day. However to focus on the diet would be missing the point. Just as my decision to run a
marathon in 1982 brought benefits in other areas of my life; I expect the same
result this time. Time will tell.
My nutritional bond with Marshawn Lynch - I have been "mssing the rainbow" this month |