The following account is a brief overview of the unfolding and continuing story of three family members of Cardiac Athletes, Coppertone, Intrepid MJ and ‘Tiger’-Lilli.
As I write this in February of 2012, I am a 49 year old father of three adult children and grandfather of two. Though not a particularly talented athlete, I have lived my life with a definite focus on physical fitness, enjoyment of sport and outdoor activity, eating sensibly, healthy lifestyle and encouraging my children to do the same.
For most of my adult life I trained regularly and participated in a variety of sports as diverse as surf lifesaving, kayaking, surfing, triathlon, cycling, mountain running, wrestling, various football codes, multisport racing and orienteering. I made a living in a series of careers that put my sporting and fitness skills to good use as a sea kayak guide, river kayak and canoe guide http://www.sunshinecoastkayaking.com.au/ wilderness survival skills instructor, police search and rescue squad member and high angle rope rescue technician. I spent many years coaching and managing junior sporting teams in kayaking, surf lifesaving, cross country running and wrestling.
I guess most people that knew me saw me as either a fitness fanatic or a bit of a try hard athlete, having a go at everything and making the good athletes look even better. Although I was usually in the second half of the field in most triathlons or running events, sometimes at the very back. I could hold my own in a kayak or surf racing ski and had a few little wins here and there. Though I was never going to threaten on a national level, I still enjoyed training like a world champion and got much satisfaction in just taking part in any sport and reaping the fitness rewards.
I spent most of my life in pretty good health and had much confidence in the fact that I was super fit and from a cardiovascular standpoint I felt that I was in top shape. Even at the age of 42 while working in a pretty stressful frontline policing career I found the time and energy to train six days a week for the 2005 Coolangatta Gold Surf Ironman Race. This race is about the equivalent of a half ironman triathlon, taking the elite athletes about four hours to complete and over 40s competitors like myself, a little under 6hrs. Consisting of a 24km racing surf ski ( ocean kayak ) ocean paddle, a 3.6km ocean swim, a 6km ocean paddleboard section and 14.6km of beach sand running it is a gruelling test of stamina and ocean skills.
Having completed the event in October 2005 I was pretty ecstatic as it was an event I had been dreaming about doing for many years. I guess you could say that I was at the peak of my fitness and confidence.
Then in early 2006 my health started to deteriorate, … Read the rest of Tony’s story in our book Cardiac Athletes: Real Superheroes Beating Heart Disease. Volume 1.
When bad news calls, this is a great, positive, uniquely human reaction. But, what we don’t know is just how many ways and over what expanse of time a person may have to “ beat ” something. We aren’t Rocky, we may not be Norma Rae, we can’t be Scarlett O’Hara. We are just who we are. A collection of experiences and knowledge, with an individual set of coping mechanisms. “ Beating ” anything to which you have no real control is a journey.
My journey began at birth. I was born with a bicuspid aortic valve. Now, back in 1958 there was no ultrasound imaging to confirm this and it was given a variety of vague names, which existed in the back of my mind as I did all the normal kid things, punctuated with yearly check-up visits to St Michaels Hospital in Newark, NJ.
I played tennis and captained my high school team, joined the rugby team in college and graduated to post college power lifting and bodybuilding. Eventually, I left behind any thought of congenital heart disease and moved to NYC, pursued a career, went back to school and became a Physical Therapist, got married and had children.
Fast forward to turning 40 and my yearly check-up. My GP heard the once faint, familiar murmur had grown louder. Consultation with the cardiologist led to a few tests and BAMM ! Vague congenital heart defect had a name. Bicuspid aortic valve with aortic aneurysm. This congenital defect is found mostly in men-but I always liked to be different. ” Therefore “, commanded my cardiologist, ” no more power lifting.”
Weightlifting put too much pressure on the defective valve. Weightlifting had defined my life and who I was for nearly 20 years. I had to do something else and that something else was run and bike. It wasn’t easy going aerobic from anaerobic but I slogged along. … Read the rest of Laura’s story in our book Cardiac Athletes: Real Superheroes Beating Heart Disease. Volume 1.
Although I have only featured two here … There are 15 other Cardiac Athlete life stories to read in book 1 and many more coming in Book 2, hopefully to be published before Christmas 2017, a fantastically inspiring stocking filler and present for some lucky person.
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