February 28, 2009
Thank You, Michael Jordan
2:39 pm cst
This week, I walked three times on the treadmill, totaling 1.3 miles in a little more than an hour. Not much, I know,
but way more than the nothing to which I've grown accustomed. And, as Zacky beamed, "Mom, that's really good
for an ALS person!"
I couldn't have done it without Michael Jordan.
couple of weeks ago, I flipped over the Chicago Tribune and saw a sort-of familiar face sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with
Scottie Pippin. And yet, I wasn't sure. I mean, could those rounded cheeks really belong to Michael?
In that moment, every guilty thought—every
moment of self-loathing I've experienced as I've packed on weight in the last few years—melted away.
Here was a once-in-a-generation,
world-class athlete, a man who can afford personal trainers and personal chefs, a fierce competitor renowned for his
drive and focus...and despite all of this, even he has succumbed to the softening that often accompanies middle age.
How could I, a middle-class, thirty-something, suburban housewife, with ALS, expect to do better?
I hope I don't sound mean. I take no pleasure in Michael's apparent weight gain. But I do take solace
in it. If he is having trouble staying fit in his retirement, how can I be hard on myself when I'm struggling to stand
for the length of my shower—much
less complete a full cardio workout regimen?
Feeling cheered, I put the newspaper aside, determined to cut myself
some slack. Determined to stick my tongue out at my healthy self when she flaunts her fit and saucy self
in the photos that line our bookshelf. Determined to put away the Queen CD, vowing not to taunt myself with "Fat-Bottomed
Girls" ever again. (Okay, I'm kidding about that, although I do often hear that tune in my head when I look in the
But, in the days that followed, I found myself thinking of His Airness again and
again. Thinking not of how his weight gain absolved me of my guilt, but of how if he set his mind to it, he could be
back in shape in no time. Thinking of how, in relative terms, it would be pretty easy for him.
And my own
competitive nature kicked in. Sure, it would be pretty easy for him, and it would not be easy for me. But
somehow, that makes the challenge even more attractive. I mean, how cool would it be to get fit in spite of ALS, and to do
it before Michael Jordan regains his form? To not just "be like Mike." To be better than Mike.
I realize that's not realistic. I realize Michael Jordan is Michael Jordan, and I am...well, me.
something clicked in me, something that has been missing in the years since my diagnosis. That image of Michael Jordan
has kick-started my motivation and resolve.
It has led me to strap on my ugly sandals from last year's
Walk4Life, to don lightweight shorts for easier movement, to clip back my hair, to take a deep breath, and to climb onto the
I honestly don't know where it will lead. But what I do know is that I already feel more
confident and more upbeat than I have in ages. That regardless of how I look on the outside, I must be doing some good
on the inside. And that once again, I am showing my kids the resilience, the spark, the determination I want them to
see in me.
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