Eight years ago a runner in her mid-forties told me that when
she turned 40 her training and performances suffered. She was an
accomplished elite runner. As she spoke to me, I recall thinking
that I had no plans on running after the age of 35, and why
would anyone consider racing at that age. She had been
struggling with her running since turning 40 and had given up
competing on the track and road.In September 2005, I celebrated my 40th birthday. I had been
anxiously awaiting the milestone with curiosity and dread. I had
just completed two years of track and road racing and was
looking forward to maybe two or three more. I wondered how it
could be possible that the day I turn 40 I would begin to
struggle with my running.
Two days after my birthday, I ran in a road race. I took it easy
from the start-no tempting fate. The speedy elite women
distanced themselves from me immediately in the first 800
meters. I was cautious with my moves on the two-lap 5K course. I
was challenged by a few youngsters-they passed me, I passed them
back. With about 400 meters to go, I sprinted in and finished in
17:47. Much to my relief and pleasure, I finished third overall
and was the first masters division finisher while setting a new
masters record at the Paul VI 5K in Fairfax, Virginia.
Since my inaugural masters race, I am pleased to announce that I
am happy with my running! I've competed successfully in various
road races across the Washington, DC area. I'm happy and
relieved to state, for the record, that being 40 does not mean
the end of my running.
I train once a day, usually after work. On the weekends, I do
track workouts or a race on the track or road. I run on the
treadmill if the weather is bad or if my kids are sick. When I
find a quiet moment I get in a set of pull-ups, squats, or curls-
my pull-up bar and weights are in the laundry room. Before I go
to bed, I do some yoga, abdominal crunches, and push-ups.
My body weight is consistently five pounds heavier than it was
in my twenties and early thirties. I attribute the gain to my
two pregnancies. I put on 50 pounds with number one and another
60 pounds with number two. I gain weight much easier now than I
did as a youngster-I think it has to do with that fat-cell-
memory thing. My diet has never been strict. I don't count my
calories. I have always taken vitamins. I eat meat, dried fruit,
nuts, and sports bars. I drink water, sports drinks, soymilk,
and prune juice-no coffee or caffeinated teas-no alcohol.
My old bones and joints are staying together pretty well-though,
I do have to tape my feet every morning. I have been bothered by
plantar fasciitis off and on for six years now. Arch supports,
good shoes, and a couple of strips of sports tape around my
socks keep me going pain-free. My muscles are well taken care
of. I believe in complete rest days, and take at least one day
off per week.
Just the other day I gave a few words of advice to a 23-year-old
runner. I told her to avoid poor habits like disordered eating,
heavy coffee and alcohol consumption, and over-training. I
warned that when she becomes my age she wouldn't be able to go
back and undo the damage from making poor choices as a young
woman.
I've seen many athletes come and go during my 25 years in the
sport. Many running careers ended far too soon, in my opinion. I
certainly did not think that I would still be running and racing
at my age, but I'm sure glad I am! I figure that I have maybe 80-
plus years to live on this earth; I may as well make the good
times last as long as I can.