At Redefining Old, we’re all about living well, feeling good, and pursuing adventure as long as we can. Beth is 59; Monte 68 and we’re both athletes and adventurers. We hope this blog will become a resource and community for like-minded people in their 40s through 70s.

We think the territory of being an older (and not necessarily elite) athlete is largely unexplored. How do you know whether some discomfort or pain is a sign of aging or loss of fitness? Sometimes there’s no conclusive answers, but it is good to share stories. We’ve been lucky enough to be able to visit with friends, and that’s helped to see if what we’re feeling is “normal” or something to worry about.

Monte’s Story

monte running blue shirt sunlightI did not decide when I was young to develop an exercise routine that I could stick to the rest of my life. Foresight was not involved. But at 68 now I can look back and say I’ve been doing some things for the majority of my years. It might sound like I planned it that way but that’s not the case. When you develop a habit or ritual that you’re comfortable with and enjoy, the years just begin to pile up on their own.

I was not enough of an athlete to play on a team at any level above grade school but I loved sports when I was growing up and I played them whenever I could. At 30 I realized I needed to do something that would fit with my work schedule. Running was the easiest form of exercise I could participate in regularly and that would give me some fitness benefit without requiring infrastructure and coordinating of calendars. I didn’t realize the many other ways it would help me as well, particularly mentally and emotionally. Stress relief and confidence building are two of the bonuses. Runners often feel a glorious inspirational solitude during a long solo run. There is also strong sense of community and camaraderie from participating in group runs and running with a friend. You get to know strangers by their faces because you see them at every day or every other day. Those are side benefits of a simple recreation and a small investment of time.

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I didn’t know it when I started but Houston TX, where I lived then, had a large and growing running community. The most popular running routes in the city began and ended in a large inner city park that was the closest thing to wilderness in that otherwise concrete and steel habitat. It was a shady place to gather even in the hottest and most humid days of summer and it was used by several thousand runners a day year round. Some times the wide running trail would get so crowded that passing slower runners and walkers took some patience. The most serious runners ran early in the morning to avoid the crowds. I made me happy to see the same faces day in and day out, year after year. Not knowing someone’s name didn’t keep you from developing a connection. There were many people I spoke to regularly that never became more than a friendly face. I saw people on my runs from all walks of life and the widest variety of funny quirks. Out on the trail it didn’t matter what you did for a living or whether you were rich or poor, elderly or young, you were just another person in shorts and running shoes.

I joined a running club because I kept running into the same group of runners on my weekly long run and I liked them and I drank their Gatorade and water they stashed for club members along the 12 mile route. Their motto was “there’s nothing that a 10 mile run can’t cure.”

For a couple of decades I cared about how fast I was running, timing myself and doing speedwork, tracking improvement or not, but those days are long gone. It was fun to run fast and I treasure those memories. In my 40s and 50s I enjoyed pushing myself even if I would never win my age group in a race. Occasionally I would run with older runners, friends in their 60s who had slowed down to a pace that was hard for me to find a comfortable stride but I enjoyed their company and stories. Now that I’m in my middle 60s I too have become quite slow. But I still love getting out now and seeing how much cold, snow and wind I can tolerate and what the day will bring. I love the steep hills of my favorite trail that take everything I’ve got to climb and force me to walk a while sometimes to catch my breath. I have a good day even when it feels like I can barely move my joints for the first mile or so, then things loosen up and I start feeling more comfortable again. Runners tend to find joy in small wonders and now all it takes is a bird call I don’t recognize to stop me dead in my tracks. So in a way I’ve begun to combine the love of running with the love of discovery, whether it’s a bird I don’t know or a species of grass I’ve never seen or an insect I want to look up when I get home.

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Beth’s Story

You never know who you can be.

I think it took everyone by surprise when I became an athlete in my 40s.  I was the shortest, weakest, puniest kid in P.E. class, but I loved to move.  Picked last for teams.  The first target in dodge ball.  And then in middle age, I found myself heavier than I should have been and bored to death with a job I’d had for years, and I knew I had to do something.  So I started to walk, then jog, then I bought a grandma bike, then little by little I started to run.  I just kept trying new things.  Life gradually got more interesting, and I was willing to take more risks in just about every aspect of life.

I believe you stay light of heart if you seek wonder in your day.  I also believe exercise is the best pursuit for both mind and body; a day goes well when it starts with sweating and preferably, sweating outside.  I’m 59, and I’m both troubled by the realities of growing old (wrinkles, fatigue, weird hairs growing in weird places) and curious to learn age’s lessons.

A friend in Texas is fond of saying, “Girl, tell them your bona fides,” so for the purposes of adventure, wonder, health and happiness, here they are:

  • “Balance” is a challenge for me (isn’t it for you?) given I hold a high pressure position promoting a cause that is dear to me.  Sometimes, I must admit, I envy my retired friends.
  • For nearly a decade I ran a little non-profit in Far West Texas, the Texas Mountain Trail, which encouraged travel and adventure in the beautiful frontier along the Mexican border; now I’m the Executive Director of a nonprofit organization supporting a 14 urban trail in the Denver metro area.
  • Co-founder of the Far West Texas Wildlife Trail
  • President of Texas Master Naturalist Tierra Grande Chapter
  • If you pinned me down and made me pick one sport, I’d say trailrunning is my favorite. I’ve won two races, the Big Bend Ultra 10K Masters race, in Big Bend National Park; and the El Paso Senior Games 5K.  Placed 2nd in the Texas Senior Games 5K.  I don’t mind poking along, though, at a leisurely pace.  Hiking, cycling, x-country skiing, walking, lifting weights also make me very happy.
  • So unlikely given my start, I was a Grassroots Ambassador for a women’s adventure clothing line, Stonewear Designs
  • I’ve maintained a plant-based lifestyle for six years now.  I like it. But I admit to eating non-vegan pie from time to time.
  • I’ve climbed Guadalupe Peak, the highest point in Texas; and did a solo mountain hike around Bucahaille Etive Beag near Glen Coe, Scotland, which meant getting lost on soft unstable peat soil, hopping over half-frozen waterfalls, and freezing in a June snowstorm.

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Where I used to be and where I am today.  Beth

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