I know many things seem to come full circle. And that's becoming more and more true about my life physically over the last few years. When I was younger, I felt like athletically I could do anything! Need evidence? Well I made the freaking El Dorado Springs, MO Little League All-Star team in 1976!
|8 year old me ... contemplating my first big league contract |
(front row second from the left)
All jokes aside, ('cause I'm always totally serious about little league) I was a decent athlete when I was a kid. I lettered in three sports in high school and played baseball in college. I was even voted "Most Athletic" in my senior class - never mind that there were only like 7 people who graduated with me.
But when the little'uns got here, all I wanted to do was be a great father. I focused all my time and energy on doing that to the best of my ability. I stopped working out and doing anything ... and I mean anything, athletically at all. I didn't the concept of mixing parenthood with staying physically fit.
For about a 10 year period I became a permanent fixture next to the throw pillows on the couch. I'm 6'2", and got up to about 230. That doesn't sound HUGE or anything - but I have a VERY small frame. Like a chick. Small wrists & arms that are often mistaken for lose threads hanging off of my shirts. Bony talons for feet that rattle around in any pair of shoes I buy. My PowerBand bracelet is a FREAKING SMALL. Get it? 230 was way too big!
But when I was 30ish, I started slowly running, gradually increasing the increments. I started working out more and eating better and losing weight. Today I am still 6'2", but 180 ... and I've never felt better. And even though I was very active when I was a kid, I feel like it's nothing compared to what I'm able to do now.
I think when I was younger I just took good health for granted. I thought I was bullet proof and nothing could stop me. It took getting really out of shape to appreciate being physically fit. It has been a long road, and I'm still not where I want to be, but it's better than a few years ago.
I was clearly "meant to be" one of the worlds greatest baseball players. I just got a little side-tracked. Who were you meant to be? Who have you allowed yourself to become? It's never too late. I'm 42 ... but I promise you ... I WILL run 50 marathons in 50 states!
... be great today!