This was in today's "Dear Abby" column in the paper:
DEAR ABBY: I am a 55-year-old female who competes in triathlons for fun, fitness and health. I consulted my doctor because I was having foot pain. When I told him I was a runner and was preparing for a marathon race, his response was, "At your age, you could hardly call it a race."
I was shocked. I repeated the insulting comment to my husband, who has never supported me in this nor attended my races. He replied, "Well, you don't actually consider yourself an athlete, do you?"
I am so offended that I want to dismiss both my doctor and my husband. I just finished a race with 5,000 women. Every one of them was fabulous and serious, no matter how old or what they looked like. It was the spirit of the sport that mattered. At what age does one stop being an athlete? -- OLDER ATHLETE, EUGENE, ORE.
This raised some interesting questions in my mind about support, encouragement, or the lack thereof. I don't want to discuss the "athlete-yes-or-no" question. Instead, I'd like to know how people out there deal with non-supportive spouses, friends, co-workers, doctors, etc.
My own experience includes being teased by my co-workers for "getting beat by a 70-year-old woman." (This was after a big meet where they viewed my results on the Internet.) This came from men who are at least 50 pounds overweight and can barely walk from their cars to their desks.
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In 1997, I had a colectomy. My surgeon was a swimmer in college and did cave diving. He was very supportive. HIs nurse showed me how to tuck my illeostomy bag into my speedos so that I wouldn't damage my stoma. It was a terrible situation. I made it through though even after having several complications.
I used to run, I can't anymore. this is one of my greatest loses. But my atshma is so much better. When I lived in DC, one of my doctors got very upset that I ran and swam. I told him that htye were the only activities inmy life that really meant anythign to me. I do truly regret that I can't run but if I weren't able to swim, I'd be insane.
Oddly, my family has never really been very involved with my activities.
In 1997, I had a colectomy. My surgeon was a swimmer in college and did cave diving. He was very supportive. HIs nurse showed me how to tuck my illeostomy bag into my speedos so that I wouldn't damage my stoma. It was a terrible situation. I made it through though even after having several complications.
I used to run, I can't anymore. this is one of my greatest loses. But my atshma is so much better. When I lived in DC, one of my doctors got very upset that I ran and swam. I told him that htye were the only activities inmy life that really meant anythign to me. I do truly regret that I can't run but if I weren't able to swim, I'd be insane.
Oddly, my family has never really been very involved with my activities.