A Prescription for Lifelong Living
Ben Jones, M.D., has birthed more
than 1,000 babies, performed 2,000 autopsies, and run
133 marathons in his 73 years. He's learned some lessons
about living the best life along the journey.
From the March 2006 issue of
Men's Health Best
Life
By Jeffrey J. Csatari, Executive Editor
Photograph by Bryce Duffy
In 1963, fresh from a 3-year medical
residency, 30-year old Ben Jones hiked to the summit of
Mount Baldy and, looking out over the smog engulfing Los
Angeles, tried to envision his future in the booming
city below.
It was around the Cuban Missile Crisis,
just before the Watts riots," he recalls. "I wanted out
of that commotion. I didn't want to breathe pollution
for over 30 years as a city doctor. I decided then, on
Baldy, I wanted to be a frontier doctor—like my father."
He moved to Lone Pine, California,
between Mt. Whitney, the highest peak in the lower 48,
and Death Valley, the lowest point in North America
(actually the Western Hemisphere). Population: 1,655.
Stoplights: 1.
He made house calls. For 43 years, up
until retirement last summer, he made them in a Model A
Ford, a Datsun 280 ZX Turbo, (during his wilder days),
by motorcycle, by bicycle, and in a Cessna 205 he
piloted to see patients in Death Valley.
Over the years, "Uncle Ben" welcomed
more than a thousand babies to Lone Pine with a slap on
the ass. And he sent 2,000 other locals off to their
final reward by doing duty as the autopsy surgeon for
the coroner's office. "You can learn a lot about health
doing autopsies," he says while sharing a "pancake
sandwich" with a friend at the Whitney Portal Store.
(Picture a pizza-sized pancake with four fried eggs and
four slices of bacon in the middle.) "Atherosclerosis,
for example, is a horrible and scary death," he says,
taking a bite. "But this stuff is okay; I can burn this
off in an hour."
Jones says he became woefully out of
shape in mid career.
"I was 45, and I couldn't keep up
skiing with the kids anymore. This was around the time
when Bill Rogers and Frank Shorter were doing their
thing, and I started seeing people, you know, jogging by
the house. So I said, "I'm gonna do that."
His first long-distance run was the
Wild Wild West Marathon, which runs through the Alabama
Hills, near Lone Pine, where Roy Rogers and James Garner
made westerns. Since 1979, Jones has run 133 marathons,
covering every continent, and all 27 Wild Wild West
Marathons. He has run 60 ultramarathons—including his
hometown favorite, the Badwater Ultramarathon, three
times. Dubbed the toughest footrace in the world, the
Badwater starts 282 feet below sea level in Death Valley
(where it's 130 F) and ends 135 miles and some 50 hours
later at Mount Whitney Portal, at 8,360 feet. (Actually,
in those days it ended at the top of Whitney at 146
miles). In 1991, "Badwater Ben Jones," as he is
affectionately known in these parts, became, in all
likelihood, the first marathoner to take time out from
racing to do an autopsy. (A trekker in Death Valley had
died of a heatstroke.)
Badwater Ben knows a lot about the
desert and the mountains, about life and death, about
career struggles, and the stress that ravages working
men. (He suffered from clinical depression until he
found relief through shock therapy when antidepressant
pills didn't work.) And he'll tell you about it all, if
you're buying coffee.
- One of the smartest things you can do is pull
off the road when you are tired, and take a nap.
- Exercise first thing in the morning, before the
excuses creep in.
- I did a marathon a month for years. I found that
if you schedule a bunch of races, you don't have to
train for them; you're always maintaining your
fitness just by racing.
- Look at your feet. I tell my patients, Let me
see your shoes. People wear terribly hard soles.
Soft is better. Go to a running store and get
orthotics. Take care of your feet; they'll take care
of you.
- I've tried all the diets. They re mostly crap.
- There is no way you can gain weight if you burn
off the same amount you are eating. So I translate
my food into the amount of exercise I need to do to
get rid of the glucose that's in my blood stream so
it doesn't have to turn into glycogen for storage in
my muscles and liver. To me, that's the commonsense
way. If you exercise enough, you can eat almost
whatever you want three times a day. Why do we make
this so complicated?
- Quiet is underrated for good health.
- I love a world of silence. When I watch TV, I
use closed captioning. You should try it.
- People overmedicate when they get sick. They
rely too much on the over-the-counter stuff. You
don't need it. Just go out and breathe some fresh
air. Be active. Take vitamins. Go to bed early.
Drink fluids.
- I never took an aspirin or anti-inflammatory
(pills) to treat pain from exercise. If you are in
pain, something's wrong. Exercise shouldn't hurt.
- I never lit a cigarette. I can't shed a tear for
someone who dies of lung cancer. They brought it on
themselves. A smoker's lung looks as black as a coal
miner's. And that's a fact.
- Depression isn't your fault. Understanding that
helps a lot. Knowing when to give something up works
better than a .38-caliber to the brain.
- Can't find time to exercise? Put an elliptical
machine in front of your TV set.
- Remember how they used to put a governor on a
car so it wouldn't go too fast? When I run, I
purposely don't breathe through my mouth—just my
nose. That's my governor. If I have to open my mouth
to breathe, I know I'm going too fast and I'll poop
out sooner.
- If you have a lot of outside interests, then you
won't be so reliant on your job for self-esteem.
- I try to be behind an 18-wheeler when I drive,
so I won't be wiped out in a head-on.
- Do you know what wealth is? It's you friends and
you family period.
- The saddest part about dying is that all the
stuff you've learned goes into the ground with you.
Make sure you pass it on before you croak.
(Copied with some editing from the
March 2006 issue of Men's Health Best Life)
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