When this pic was taken down in Oaxaca last year, I was carrying around 25 lbs all day and all night every day…why?
No one is asking me for dietary info.
No one ever called me fat
But in the last 2 months I have lost 25 lbs and I do not expect to gain it back.
I was doing this because I don’t want to carry a 25 lb hunk of fat around that 50 mile course in Colorado. Actually I do not want to carry it for one moment of the rest of my life.
It amazed me to look at a standard BMI chart and see I was overweight. Amazing thing is that I have lost 25lbs and I am still in the normal range. I could lose 25 more and still be in the normal range!
I regularly bump shoulders with people who are carrying 20, 50, 100 or more pounds around every day, 24/7/365. What a waste of energy and a good life.
So here is my advice:
- Eat less- like one of everything at at least 1/2 or less of what you normally eat
- Eat nothing after 6p- nothing
- Have your biggest meal at noon- eat big and healthy
- Drink water
- One alcohol drink per day
- Run or bike or do something really rigorous for at least one hour per day–at least six days per week
Remember: its not about the exercise; its about the eating.
And if you want to live a bit longer and enjoy the last 20 years, eat good food–green, lean, no sugar, way less fat, way less carb/starch.
Soybeans at sunset near Champaign Urbana, Illinois
Late in the day. Sunset.
Long run across the corn and soybean lined fields of Champaign County, Illinois.
Long slow joy.
The sound of insects and distant tractors.
Yes, yes, yes.
My soul says yes.
A lot of what this journey is about is getting past–no running WAY beyond what I ended up with at about age 40. I was a mess. Depressed, not being the husband to one of the greatest women on the planet. Missing my kids coming and going. And letting weak, maladjusted people torque my life into neutral.
It was not until I quit–in 2008–that I began to get ahold of the core things that all along I thought I believed. And this run–this is about letting all of it seep out and getting ahold of and flowing with joy.
Its been a long time.
In the meantime–a lot of life is like a stone cold hotel room–and faith or trust is about receiving and creating and giving joy when all seems empty.
I am alive. I can run. The sun shines and things grow. Joel.
Reality is–I am the light of the world. So I am here to have and ooze joy.
With my old man running buddies at Gifford Illinois, summer, 2014.
Not sure how this got started.
There was growing up in Kansas with all those runners and loving to run.
There was that day I ran home in the rain in my penny loafers trying to beat a depressed funk.
There were those seemingly effortless jogs with the Raramuri in Porochi, Copper Canyon.
Then my wife proclaimed me retired on Memorial Day weekend a few weeks ago.
We had taken the Raramuri runners to Run Rabbit Run twice–they never finished the 100–too rugged.
So I decided to give the 50 miler a try.