Redefining Age: The Nun from Spokane

An Ironman® is a triathlon race that consists of a 2.4-mile swim, a 112-mile bike leg and a 26.2-mile run. It is a grueling test of fitness, strength and mental fortitude reserved for only the fittest, gutsiest athletes. So now, think about your grandmother [in her 70s] racing this race. For most of you, your facial expression has transformed from normal to perplexed.

When I first heard about Madonna Buder, I was initially in the perplexed category as well. You see Buder is a Catholic nun from Spokane, Washington who at age 75 became the oldest woman to complete the Hawaii Ironman®, a title she repeated at age 76. Since 1982 (two years after I was born) she’s powered through more than 300 triathlons, including 34 full Ironmans®. She has managed to balance her training with her ministry and has never had a coach other than the man above. For Buder, it all started at age 49, when she began running. She heard a priest talk about the physical and spiritual benefits of running and that was all the information she needed. Before long her religious training led her to 37 marathon finishes before getting into triathlons. In a celebration of age, mind and body, her spiritual and athletic journey continues.

Last year at the Boulder Peak triathlon, I got the chance to witness this living legend in action. I also began to notice throughout the season that the 50+triathlete [Grandmasters Division] is well represented at the toughest amateur events around the world. It has become a trend, at least in the growing triathlon community, to redefine age and witness the process of becoming fitter while at the same time becoming older and wiser.

This small example represents a larger sociological trend toward growth and challenge at any age. Will my generation see someone who does the Hawaii Ironman at age 100? 100 you ask? Do keep in mind that the prevailing wisdom before 1954 [when Roger Bannister went sub-4] was that the heart would explode if an athlete ran a 4-minute mile. Today, the world record has been set at 3:43:13 [Hicham El Guerrouj, Rome, Italy, 1999], and as of yet, no athlete has no experienced “Heartus Explosionus” in a mile-long race. My bet is that if Buder does not complete the Hawaii Ironman at age 100, her story will likely inspire someone who does reach that benchmark. In doing so, they too will redefine age.

Madonna Buder Video


No Windows

Okay all you clients and architects who are sick to the death of hearing me say, “We need more light, make the windows taller, lower, wider…” – get ready for a laugh.

This past year I willingly spent almost a week in a tiny ship’s cabin below the waterline on a rather old cruise ship. With no windows.

I have to tell you that I dreaded that room. And I also have to tell you that I enjoyed it immensely, slept deeply and well, and would go back tomorrow if given the same opportunity.

The reason for my trip – and my unconditional enjoyment of a space I would normally eschew – was, when I reduce it to a single word: family.

The cruise was billed as going from San Diego to Baja, but it actually took me back to my childhood. I was with my late mother’s sister (a very dear and influential aunt who was always a role model for me), her four children, their spouses and their thirteen children, some of whom I had never even met. For five days I was back to being one of a gang of cousins (there were 21 of us growing up) that ruled the Bible School, church camp, ball field, picnic grounds and virtually any other place we congregated. For those five days, everywhere I went I saw one of us; someone I love the way you can only love a person who shared an experience no one else will ever understand.

How does that apply to marketing Active Adult and senior living communities?

Pretty easily, I think.

We are all hungry for that kind of belonging. That kind of shared experience and intimacy of really “getting” each other. That unconditional acceptance that never goes away.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m a staunch opponent of any community that says, “We’ll be your family when you move in.” Thank you very much, but you’ll NEVER be MY family; I’ve got one and I like it a lot.

But what can we borrow from the powerful emotion of families? Particularly big families?

Community.

The fondness for each individual’s quirks, talents and foibles. The true spirit of acceptance. The freedom to be who you are and still know that you belong. The light in our eyes when we see each other coming down the hall. The ability to laugh at ourselves. The shared celebrations and sorrows. The belief that together we can work through almost any problem and achieve almost any goal.

This kind of community is most often formed in a crucible – childhood or your first year college dorm. A time when you are navigating the unknown together. Need I say more?

If we – as the people who shape the experience of becoming a prospect, depositor and resident of a retirement community – can tap into this feeling of belonging to something unique, I believe we will be far more successful. Whether it’s through the way we train our sales teams, a great depositor retention program, a password protected intranet or social network, oral history projects, volunteerism, the tone set by the executive staff, resident-centered care, committee structure, a chaplaincy initiative or another catalyst, let’s look for ways to build that sense of being part of something irreplaceable.

Thinking about this will reveal that it’s not all that costly, and maybe even not that difficult to do. It will surely help marketing. And I think it will also further mission. Because I’m pretty sure that the most important part of the term Retirement Community is not retirement, but COMMUNITY.

Of course, big windows are still right up there, too.