She’s 48. An avid runner. Running is not a hobby for her; it is the architecture of her social life. Running clubs. Weekend events. Volunteer shifts at races. She met her husband through running. They move through the world as runners, together.
When she came to me, she had a problem with her foot, her knee, and her shoulder. Each had been addressed: physical therapy, chiropractic, massage, and each time she felt well enough, she went straight back to running. The cycle had been repeating for two years.
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What struck me was this: she had not been neglecting her body. She had been caring for it intensely, deliberately, by every measure available to her. The problem wasn’t the care. It was the paradigm through which the care was being delivered. Maintenance, for her, meant repair. Fix what broke. Return to the baseline. Get back to the thing.
What it didn’t mean, what nobody had framed for her, was tending. The sustained, attentive relationship with the whole system that prevents the breaking in the first place.
I see two distinct groups in my work with people between 40 and 70. Those who have tended their bodies and those who have managed them. The distinction is not what you might expect. It has nothing to do with how much they exercised, how carefully they ate, or how disciplined they were. I have worked with highly disciplined people whose bodies were quietly accumulating damage through every workout. And I have worked with people who moved slowly and carefully through a modest practice and arrived at 65 with bodies that were genuinely available to them.
The difference is the paradigm. Managing the body means treating it as a vehicle, drive it, fuel it, repair it when it breaks down, and return it to service. Tending the body means something closer to what a farmer does with land: reading its signals, adjusting to its conditions, contributing what it needs rather than simply extracting what it offers.
We are extraordinarily good at maintaining what we paid for. The car gets its oil changed on schedule. The house gets its systems serviced. We protect our investments because we understand, without being told, that neglect compounds. The logic is instinctive.
The body arrived without a transaction. There is no receipt, no warranty, no record of purchase. It was simply given, and in a civilization organized almost entirely around exchange, what is given tends to be undervalued. We know how to protect investments. We are considerably less practiced at caring for gifts.
This is not a character failing. It is a cultural instruction, absorbed early and reinforced continuously. The body, on the terms our civilization offers, is an instrument of productivity, to be driven, fueled for output, and managed when it malfunctions. When it declines, the language we reach for is the language of failure. We have let ourselves go. The implicit assumption is that a more disciplined will should have prevented this.
What that framing cannot accommodate is the simple fact that the body is not a vehicle. It is not a machine to be optimized or a problem to be solved. It is the condition of everything else we value, and unlike everything else we maintain, it cannot be replaced.
My runner is still running. But something has shifted in how she understands what she’s doing when she’s not running. The foot, the knee, and the shoulder are still part of the conversation. But they’re no longer the whole of it.
That shift, from repair to tending, from managing to inhabiting, is the whole of what I try to teach.
The body was given, not purchased. It deserves at least the care we give the things we bought.
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