What this man learned, from his own old habits, and adjusted himself according to the right paces, regained his healthy, became, even healthier than he was before! Translated…
The Experience from That Time Made Me Realized, that I’m a Middle-Aged Person, without the Assets to Spend Carelessly, in Order to Regain My Healthy Status, I’d Started, Running………
Pulling Myself BACK, Toward the Right Tracks
During the summer when I was thirty-two, due to long-term fatigued, I’d, fallen very ill. I’d rarely seen any doctors, and was, taken to this Chinese medicine doctor who’s very good at treating the patients, and I’d also, bought, a ton of expensive Chinese medications. It was a shocking experience, that I’d become, a middle-aged man, without the assets to spend carelessly now, in order to regain my health, I’d started, jogging.
Recalling that very first time I’d gone to the track fields to run, as I was about to finish my first lap around, I’d become, too out of breath that I’d felt, dizzy, and I’d, managed, to bite down very hard, and finished five laps total, as I’d gone home to shower, I’d felt, that strong sense of fatigue, like I’d, just played basketball on the courts for hours. Holy! Am I, that unfit? Thankfully, my will in research had, helped me find a way quick, a lot of the elders who ran told me, “the best speed to which you run, is one that you can chat with others, and not feel, out of breath.”
illustration from the papers…like a metronome, you just, kept on, ticking, ticking, ticking, and ticking away…
At first, it wasn’t, easy, for me to understand how, I’d thought, when I’m running, I’m not compelled, to chat with anybody, but I’d still, tried, to slow my own pace down, to the point that I was, about, to doze off (yes, that was, also the runners I’d met had advised me to do too!)…………so, I ran, and ran, and ran, and, suddenly, I’d, understood, what they were, talking about, because your body will let you know, what speed is most comfortable for it. Whether it be in life or at work, finding that right pace, then, you will be able to, work, in the most efficient manner.
At age 36, we had a new addition to the family, a one-and-a-half year-old baby boy, it’d, altered my life very much. What stressed me out was when our son was sent to the nanny’s, and I’d, needed to, return back to work at my desk, I’d always felt sleepy, and couldn’t focus, just wanted to watch some junk footages, or, text the useless information to my friends. I’d thought it was, just a transitional thing, but, for a long time, my productivity had, dropped, it’s time, to think of ways, to get my pace back again.
First, the “pace to writing”, I’m used to jotting down the tips and the clues that came, then, while that’s all fresh in my mind, I’d, done my first draft. But, as I’d, turned into a father, I’d often left the clues, but, after awhile, those things I’d written down became, meaningless to me. And, even as I’d, sat myself down, to think hard on what I was going to write about, I’d gotten, disrupted in my pace, and I’d, sat, dumbfounded, staring, at my computer screen, then, I’d turned on, those, junk movies, to pass the time.
So, I’d, decided, to change my own manners, whenever there’s a thought, no matter what I was working on at the moment, I’d, forced myself, to write it all out, like I would in journaling. I’d just, written things down, and didn’t care if what I wrote down was, precise and clear, at least, that way, I was, able to, record down how I was feeling at that very moment, and, as I’d, returned later, to reread it, I can have the choices, and the basis. Of course, if I can, I’d needed to utilize the time I’d sent my son to his nanny, when he was, away, to keep a steady schedule, to sleep early wake up early, and drink less, so I can, up my productivity.
What’s My Body Telling Me?
Then, it’s, the “Paces I talked at”, in recent years, I’d gotten invited to give lectures, and, although I’d gotten the acclaims after I’d made my speeches, but, each and every time I’d made a speech, I’d felt, so fatigued, and I’m thinking, that it has to do, with how fast I’d, talked. There are always some weird and wacky thoughts in my head, and, I’d, blurted out a lot of things I’d said without thinking twice on them, and, I’d often, strayed from the subjects, causing me to run over time in the seminars, and, I’d talked, faster, faster, and faster, felt very hurried, and I still couldn’t, fully give the lectures as I’d, prepared for them.
I was very curious, as to why most of the politicians talked so slowly, later on, I’d learned, that they were using, a technique of public speaking. They would, annunciate, word, for word, and looked into the audience, and adjusted their paces of speaking, and would pause at times, so the audience can look at their facial expressions. I’d decided, to slow down the pace of which I’d talked, to 80 percent of my original speed, I will, try to remind myself, to speak slower, to not hurry. It didn’t matter how much I’d, covered, but to correctly connect to what my audience was feeling, that’s more important, to lead them, into the stories I’m telling.
Finally, there’s, the pace I ate at, I’d often gotten reminded by my wife, to “chew your foods thoroughly”, but I was, so used to, just swallowing the foods too quickly, so I can, get to what needed to be done. With the coming of age, my protruding belly had, made me adjust my own way of consuming food, and I’d, started showing concerns for subjects on health. For instance, reduce the intake of starch, or, to drink a glass of fruit-based vinegar, to reduce the absorption of glucose.
The most clear change was when I’d gone to a hotpot with an older schoolmate who has gout, I’d found that he’d followed the “veggies before the meats” rule, he’d cooked all the veggies first, then, the meats, then, he didn’t, drink the soup after he’d, cooked the meats—did you notice, the fats that surfaced, from after you’d, broiled the meats? That was, the fat from the meats you’d, just cooked, not only was it an eyesore, even if, you’d, fished it out, the fats that were in the meats were, all cooked, into the soups, with the calorie count hiking up sky high. This won’t do! We must have hotpots in the winters! So, afterwards, my wife and I, followed my older schoolmate’s lead, then, we saw, how the meats in the hotpot shops aren’t that, fresh at all, and, we’d stopped, enjoying meat as much (so, this, is the real point behind all of that!).
Every time my health starts showing signs of decline, I’d taken a look at the paces to which I’d worked, and lived, to try to find the problem, then fix it. But, the conclusion almost always lands “You need to exercise more!”, like this low had, made me start running again, what’s magical is, I’d, run leisurely like I’d always done, but, I’d become, faster, and faster, it’d taken me six and a half minutes to run ten kilometers from before, and, I’d reduced the time down to five minute and a half, so, what, is my body telling me now, huh?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, perhaps, I should, put myself up, for a complete marathon then! Run slower, you’ll, go fasters!
So, this is from this man’s own experiences, because his health started flashing red, that was what made him become, more aware of the signals that his body was, sending to him, and, he’d, adjusted his diet, changed his ways of exercising, and, regained his health, and, he might even be, healthier than he had ever been, because he’d listened to the signals his body was, sending him, and made adjustments to his lifestyle.