I was never in horrible physical shape (at least, I didn’t think I was) but after college I did work on a lot of political campaigns. Ask anyone who has—that’s a lot of pizza, a lot of beer, a lot of late nights. But what the heck? I was in my 20’s. Indestructible.
About two and a half years ago, I decide to get a check-up. Maybe it was because my firstborn was on way.
I’m not sure what was on my mind. But I remember this part–my doctor had not seen a blood pressure reading as high as mine in anyone my age. I know what was on my mind then:
“Wake-up call for Mister Donehue.”
My parents died young. My mother was 48 when she passed, and my father was 57. Do the math. Average it out. I’m looking at 52?
My parents led unhealthy lifestyles (that’s a topic for another blog), which didn’t help. But, still; they were pretty young. So I decided to do something about it. I started exercising.
I had heard about this group called F3. That stands for Fitness, Fellowship and Faith. I’m good with all three. The group started in North Carolina and there was an F3 group in Columbia, SC where I was, so I joined. It’s a group of guys who get together for non-professional, volunteer-led workouts several times a week. It took a while, but I did start to feel like it was making a difference. Because of the Fellowship, you encourage and push each other to do one more push up or one more lap, and it works. I had done just about zero running, and started thinking about races once fitness became part of my routine.
Long story short, I ran my first (but not last) marathon this year, and am just about to head to Normandy where I (and one of my F3 brothers) will “invade” the beaches on the anniversary of D-Day. It’s a multi-day, multi-hour endurance event. It should be intense.
In addition to exercising and running and endurance events, I am really careful about what I eat. And I get the proper amount of sleep. I do breathing exercises. I meditate.
Will I live to be 100? Time will tell. But I will be in good enough shape to. Count on that.