John Patrick McEnroe, Jr., 56
We all reach a point where we realize we are no longer in our physical prime.
We blame everyone – and everything – but ourselves.
Many of us live in denial until we start tripping over our delusions, one after the next, until we come to terms kicking and screaming.
John McEnroe comes to mind.
For him, life has always been a nightmare, which apparently hasn’t abated much to this very day.
Both talented and tempestuous, he bludgeoned his way to 17 Grand Slam titles before falling victim to the very angst that made him a champion, back when youth forgave most transgressions.
This is not where you want to be at middle age.
I’ve been an athlete – active in sports and weight training – for the vast majority of my life, and I’ve had my fair share of injuries. Most of them I’ve forgotten, some won’t let me.
Nonetheless, I still go to the gym and bust my ass: multiple dead-lifts, wall balls, crunches to failure – you get the picture – but my body doesn’t heal the way it used to.
My joints ache, my muscles are tighter, and there always some nagging injury.
It’s at these times that the thought starts to creep in my mind, “It’s not that I can’t do this, but should I?”
The simple answer is, I don’t know. No one does.
My doctor runs every test in the book and declares I’m fit to be tied, but I know that he knows it’s mixed blessings.
I’m technically healthy enough to do what I do, but I also know the recovery time will be two or three times what it was back in my 20’s – and rest will not be a casual decision, but a necessity.
There are times I leave the gym thinking I’m too exhausted even to drive home, and I’m sure the I am not alone.
We all pay a heavy price to keep up with where we were, which is our first mistake because we are no longer where we were.
60 is not 20 no matter how you spin the narrative.
This is where coming to terms with myself, my ego, and my competitive nature has been the hardest thing I’ve ever faced.
Thankfully, the school of hard knocks has finally pounded into me that as I age my self worth should not and, for the sake of sanity, cannot be tied to physical performance.
I simply cannot allow physical performance to trump inner strength.
I am only human and my youth was a fleeting stretch of life some 25 years ago, a lifetime for many pro athletes.
My advice to all of you in my age demographic [Baby Boomers] is to stay as active as your body will allow, explore new hobbies [if you don’t already have 10 or 15 like me], live a balanced life, and enjoy yourself.
While my absolute performance in certain physical endeavors may have declined with advancing years, the enjoyment of my journey, however different, is something that will never fade.
KEY POINTS TO REMEMBER
1] Beliefs about aging are sometimes more powerful than the physical changes themselves.
2] Ignore people who say things like “Why are you doing that? You’re going to hurt yourself!” It’s just projection, so, like I said, ignore it.
3] Psychological skills are a bigger part of your training than anything else.
4] Skills develop through practice, which is why people half your age can’t do many of the things you’ve been doing for years, so there’s an upside.
5] Your own performance in a given sport is relative to your age. The rest you make up in attitude.
6] Stop comparing yourself to that of 20-year-olds. Most of them won’t be even close to where you are when they grow up.
7] Be patient with yourself…and kind. Beating up on yourself is not going to somehow reverse time.
8] Hire a personal trainer if you can afford it. Having said this, I’ve learned that it’s more expensive not having one.
9] Get plenty of rest.
10] Keep a psychotherapist and massage therapist on speed dial.
and…
11] For God’s sake, don’t end up like John McEnroe.
