Article by Cerutty from RW 1971 vintage:
Runners World Magazine: July, 1971
CERUTTY: JOGGING ISNT ENOUGH
I probably wouldnt be alive today had not my instinct aroused me after a serious breakdown in health when 43-now over 30 years ago. At that time I could hardly walk a mile or jog 100 yards. It took two years before I could jog two miles without a walk or a rest. Eight years later, or six years after conquering two miles... state marathon champion and record holder? It is true.
I have a message. Get it straight. Jogging alone will not save your life if you smoke tobacco, eat without intelligence, have a shockingly bad heart. But take hope. Better to drop dead trying than never attempt at all.
But you won?t drop dead, or probably die before 100 if you take my advice. After all I am alive and am planning 20 or 30 years ahead. I'll tell you a funny one. An interviewer asked me, What are your ambitions for the future They thought I would say, go to the next Olympic Games, write another book, or similar. I said, My ambition is to be divorced for adultery when 95, grabbed by the cops when 104 for attempted rape, let out of jail when 110 for good behavior! A member of our government wrote, Come off it. You won?t live to be 95. You'll be shot by a jealous husband long before that! High praise.
So back to the life save jogging. One of my axioms is, Without knowledge we are clods, without experience we are naive, without emotion we are dead; with all three we can become invicible.
I first sought the knowledge, gained the experience (thousands of miles of running, lifting weights, tramping in the mountains-all after age 43). Actually they had ordered the coffin. I didn?t like the brass knobs and refused to get into it.
We are what we eat, drink and breathe. So for three years after 43 I never ate anything but food found in nature-nothing cooked; only fruits, vegetables and raw eggs. I did not die. Nor need you. Now I eat much more-chicken, meats, cooked vegetables, french fried potatoes cooked in vegetable oil, little else. Oh nearly forgot, ample vino.
Don't just jog.; that is, move like a sleepwalker, a person in a trance, every step the same. No. Come alive! Throw your arms up and outward from you, release those shoulders (and your tensions) yell and shout if you feel like it and no cops are about. Conciously fill your lungs the upper lobes by bringing your shoulders (and arms) up, hunching the shoulders and breathing deeply, or fully. Full lung aeration, or FLA as I call it.
When you have mastered that, try palpitating the navel. Incidentally, all the best males palpitate their navels. Only by this means can you hope to fill the lower lobes and take in the life giving oxygen. After all, we live on oxygen as much as on calories. So skip a bit, do a fast surge, slow down, jog a bit, even walk, but don?t talk. Talkers never get anywhere, really. So ?tis best to jog alone, concentrate, feel you are doing something, getting somewhere not just performing an act because someone said jogging would be good for you. There is far, far more to jogging than just that.
So I repeat, come alive, get really fit. True, your wife may leave you because you are too fit. After all, buddy, you will be in good company because it has happened to me.
We do not have to have heart attacks, strokes, or cancers. If you would live of course there is a price to pay. Manna never did fall from heaven, nor dollars from the sky, nor fitness out of lack of exercise or denatured foods,
Be seeing you in the 2001 Boston marathon? Could be. I'll only be 106!
RW September 1971
WORTH REPEATING:
Percy Cerutty: Women who run 4:40 miles and three hour marathons couldn't do it if they were not born with a masculine skeleton and an excess of male hormones. Rather than be extilled, they are to be pitied as sub-female-just as a male who can't run a five minute mile and lift his body weight overhead must be considered a sub-normal male.