Non-supportive spouses, friends, docs, etc.

Former Member
Former Member
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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  • Former Member
    Former Member
    When desperate, I have seen my 15 year old eat Ramens raw. But usually they go in the pot. I give him credit- he's done scrambled eggs and ham along with his pancakes given the proper motivation (i.e. parents not cooking). As for me, give me a good hunk of tuna steak and I can sear it and douse it wine sauce that makes my heart sing. We have snow on the ground in Minnesota but its melting tomorrow. :mad:
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  • Former Member
    Former Member
    When desperate, I have seen my 15 year old eat Ramens raw. But usually they go in the pot. I give him credit- he's done scrambled eggs and ham along with his pancakes given the proper motivation (i.e. parents not cooking). As for me, give me a good hunk of tuna steak and I can sear it and douse it wine sauce that makes my heart sing. We have snow on the ground in Minnesota but its melting tomorrow. :mad:
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