OCR’s for Babyboomers

It’s never too late to be a kid.
I grew up in a household of 7 kids. Organized sports was not a thing in my family for several reasons. Cost, fear of injury by mom, divorce… In addition, it was music and the arts that seemed to be the predominant category in one capacity or another. By no means would I say I was an inactive child. I remember the Bruce Lee craze of the 70’s and taking it upon myself to quietly exercise alone in a corner during gym class practicing my “Handstand” pushups (Often times being looked at like- “What the hell are you doing”?) During the days of Bobby Orr and The Big Bad Boston Bruins, I was the neighborhood street hockey net minder. When teams were being created, I was always the first pick and as a result of that pick was almost always on the winning team. (Toot!)
Fast forward through many years of partying, working, partying some more career changes, relationships, partying etc…
Hey! Look at that, I’m in my late forties and married with a 4 year old! I’m still intact too!
At the tale end of 2011 I tipped the scale at 191 lbs. This was not good for a man his age who was only 5’4″ tall. Someone at work formed a team for a “Biggest Loser” campaign held at a local training facility to kick off the 2012 New Years resolution. Who doesn’t need to shed poundage right? The bootcamp sessions began to pay off. As some of the folks slowly faded out, I continued. It wasn’t long before I was introduced to the world of Obstacle Course Racing. Watching a promo video of The Warrior Dash as introduced by a friend at work, I was immediately sucked into the muddy looking, barbed-wire infested obstacle challenged course! SIGN ME UP!!! This was a dream come true. (When I was your age, we had to make our own obstacles which usually included bicycles and trash barrels. Ah yes, the great Evil Knievel…) Mud and obstacles! I repeat: “It’s never too late to be a kid!” I have a theory that because I was never a part of organized sports, I was never faced with injury. Unlike some of my ice hockey skating friends and footballers who suffered compound fractures and torn tendons, lacerations and twisted ankles, I preserved my joints, my bones, my ligaments thus allowing me to now participate succesfuly in OCRS’s. I’ve found my sport of choice. The beauty of these races is that I can work at my own pace. I can stay within my age range and rank among the rest in my group. I am my own team, my own coach, my own captain. As long as I cross that finish, I’ll recieve the coveted medal as my reward. I have yet to be battle-tested though as I am quite new to this adventurism. This year I’ve got nearly the whole season mapped out, and costly that it can be to register and travel, I’m quite sure I’ll sign up for more. (barring no unforseen injuries of course.) What makes it even more enjoyable are the plethora of fellow OCR enthusiasts I’ve met along the way. Most particularly the “NE Spahtens” a group I found on the web who tutor, mentor and organize team events and training for all involved to enjoy at their pace and leisure. And so, for all of you boomer-somethings who may feel that it’s too late to jumpstart or reactivate the kid in you think again. OCR’s may not be for everyone, but they are the very reason for my physiological joy today.

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2 Responses to “OCR’s for Babyboomers”

  1. sarah clark Says:

    Hey Buster Paul…Happy 50th birthday, you old coot you! Lots of Love, Boo x x

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