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Age Is Just a Number: Achieve Your Dreams at Any Stage in Your Life Hardcover – Apr 7 2009

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  • Hardcover: 240 pages
  • Publisher: Crown Archetype (April 7 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0767931904
  • ISBN-13: 978-0767931908
  • Product Dimensions: 16 x 2.5 x 24.1 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 431 g
  • Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars 2 customer reviews
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #56,476 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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About the Author

DARA TORRES has set three world records and has brought home twelve Olympic medals, including four golds. She is the first American swimmer to have competed in five Olympics. She lives in Florida.

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I’ve been old before. I was old when I was 27 and I got divorced. I was old when I was 35 and I couldn’t get pregnant. I was really old when I was 39 and my father died. But when I was 41 and I woke up in a dorm in the Olympic Village in Beijing, I didn’t feel
old. I felt merely–and, yes, happily–middle-aged. “The water
doesn’t know how old you are,” I’d been telling anyone who would
listen for the prior two years. Though sometimes, I have to admit,
I would think to myself, Good thing it can’t see my wrinkles.
On the morning of the 50-meter freestyle Olympic finals, I set
my alarm for six o’clock. I’m a type A person, or as some of my
friends call me, type A++. Basically, I’m one of those people who
has to do everything I do to the fullest extent of my ability, as fast
as I can. When I recently moved houses I didn’t sleep until all the
boxes were unpacked and all the pictures hung on the walls. I don’t
like to do anything halfway, and I’d set this crazy goal for myself:
to make my fifth Olympic team as a 41-year-old mother. And the
truth was I didn’t just want to make the team, either. I wanted a
medal. I wanted to win. Along the way, I also wanted to prove to
the world that you don’t have to put an age limit on your dreams,
that the real reason most of us fear middle age is that middle age
is when we give up on ourselves.
It was a pretty crazy thing to be doing, especially under the
circumstances. If you’ve ever had a toddler or watched a parent
you adore die, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Young children
and dying parents are truly exhausting, and I had one of each as I
made my comeback. But I knew in my heart I could succeed–as
long as I left no stone unturned.
The race started at 10 a.m., so I’d worked out my schedule leading
up to the race. I needed to drink my Living Fuel breakfast
shake at 6:15 a.m. so I’d have time to pack my roller bag–two
practice suits, two racing suits, two pairs of goggles, two racing
caps, two towels, and my dress sweats, in case I got a medal–before
I caught the 6:45 a.m. bus over to the Water Cube. I’d then do my
whole routine–wake-up swim, shower, get mashed (a massage
technique done with the feet), do my warm-up swim, get stretched,
and put on my racing suit–all before I headed to the ready room,
where all the swimmers wait before a race. My teammates, I have
to tell you, thought that roller bag was the funniest thing in the
world. They were all 15 to 25 years younger than me, the ages I
was at my first, second, and third Olympics. (I was already beyond
their ages by my fourth.) Their bodies were like noodles, and they
all carried their gear in backpacks. But I’d noticed that backpack
straps made my trapezoid muscles tense up. Swimming fast, for
me, is all about staying loose. So I had a roller bag. If I looked like
a nutty old lady–fine.
The Beijing morning was humid and dark when I left the
Olympic Village. All the other swimmers were probably still asleep.
I think that the only other person awake in the Village was Mark
Schubert, the National team coach of the USA Olympic swim3
ming team. Mark had also been my coach at my first Olympics, 24
years ago. And he’d been my coach at Mission Viejo, where I’d
gone to high school to train at age 16. I love Mark. He’s like my
fairy godfather, constantly dropping into my life at just the right
time, giving me what I need, and then disappearing again. That
morning he’d woken up in the Beijing predawn to help me prepare
for my race. We’d come a long way together. Though he
wasn’t my coach in the months leading up to the Olympics, he’d
taught me the discipline and the commitment to detail I now so
prized. We were now going–literally–one more lap.
I rolled my bag out to the sidewalk as quietly as possible. I didn’t
want to wake anybody–partly because, as a mother, I knew the
value of sleep. But selfishly, I also wanted my competitors to stay
in their beds. The longer they slept, I told myself, the greater my
advantage and the more time I had, relative to them, to prepare.
Since my daughter had been born I’d been saying that waking
up with a kid in the middle of the night was going to give me an
edge at some point. I hoped this was it.
Over at the Water Cube the competition pool was empty, so I
yelled “Good morning!” to Bob Costas, who was broadcasting up
in the rafters, found my lane, and dove in. I don’t usually do a
wake-up swim in the competition pool, but the 50-meter freestyle
is a really strategic race. Time can contract or stretch out. It’s
only one length of the pool–just 24 or 25 seconds–but it’s also
easy to get lost. If I’ve learned one thing from all my races and all
my years, it’s that the Olympics can be disorienting, and the middle
of things is where we tend to lose the plot. Part of my plan for the
morning was to learn exactly where I was going to be in the water
at every stroke of the race. So as I swam I memorized all the landmarks,
the intake jets, where all the cameras were on the bottom
of the pool. That way I’d have markers in addition to the lines 15
meters from the start and 15 meters from the end. I’d know when
to keep a little energy in reserve, and when to take my last breath
and gun for the wall.
More was riding on this race than on any other race I’d swum.
Back in Florida I had a child, Tessa, who’d one day study this race
to find out who her mother was. I had a coach, Michael Lohberg,
who’d believed in me before anyone else, who now lay in a hospital
bed with a rare blood disorder, fighting for his life. I’d had a
father, Edward, whom I’d lost to cancer just as I’d started this comeback,
and who’d wanted so much for me to realize my dreams, and
who I felt was with me every day.
And most unexpectedly, at least for me, I had a lot of fans.
I’m not being coy when I say the fans were unexpected. I’m
saying they were unexpected because I didn’t yet understand how
overcoming perceived odds works–how even just attempting
that can inspire people, and how the energy from those people can
boomerang back to you, giving you the strength and energy you
need to reach your goals. So I was surprised–deeply surprised,
and also grateful–that my dream was contagious. I’ve always been
good in a relay, but I’ve never been quite as strong in my individual
events. I’ve just never been at my best when I’m swimming
in front of the whole world just for myself. But now I had the
support of everyone nearing or over 40, everyone who’d ever felt
they were too old or too out of shape to do something but still
wanted to give it a try. I had everyone who didn’t want to give up.
I just couldn’t let all those people down. I felt they were depending
on me almost in the same way my relay teammates did. We
were in this together. I couldn’t entice so many women and men
into dreaming a little longer and aiming a little higher, and then
not win.
Of course, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I wanted to
win anyway. I’m pathologically competitive. I hate to lose. That’s
just what I’m like. If you and I were in a sack race at a field day,
trying to jump across the grass with our legs stuck in bags, making
total fools of ourselves, I’d still want to cross that finish line first.
I’d give it everything I had. But now I wanted to win this race not
just for myself. I wanted to win it for everyone who believed–
everyone who needed to believe–that a 40-plus mom could still
At 7:25 a.m. I got out of the pool and walked to the locker room
to take a hot shower. The wake-up swim and the shower were
both part of an effort to get my core temperature up. Everybody’s
core temperature drops during sleep, and that temperature needs
to rise if you want to swim really fast. My plan for the remaining
two hours before my race was to have my stretchers, Anne and
Steve, mash–or massage–me with their feet, then swim again,
then have Anne and Steve stretch me, and then put on the bottom
half of my racing suit, with plenty of time remaining to lie on a
massage table in the team area and listen to a bunch of rockers half
my age sing a song called “Kick Some Ass.” The mashing and the
stretching were critical to my performance. All the other kids in
the Olympics might have thought they could do their best by just
swimming a little warm-up, pinwheeling their arms a few times
and diving in. But not me. I was the same age as a lot of those
athletes’ mothers. Michael Phelps had started calling me “Mom”
eight years earlier. I needed every advantage.
Physically, I have to say I didn’t feel great–stiff, still not fully
recovered from the prior day’s semifinals. (Okay, let me pause right
here and say it: I’m totally fine with aging except for the recovery
time. Is it really necessary to take 48 hours to recover from a
24-second sprint?) I also felt sick to my stomach with anxiety. I’m
like that, even after all these years: On the day of a big race, I feel
like I’m going to throw up. I know it’s part of the adrenaline surge
I need in order to psych up and win. But my relationship to that
surge is like an addiction. I run toward it, crave it, can’t live too
long without it, and then it makes me feel terrible. That prerace
nausea gets me every time. I suppose when I stop feelin...

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Format: Hardcover
I thought this book was going to be more inspiriational than it was. I enjoyed the descriptions of the differences in her workouts as her body aged. She is also very honest about her problems with eating disorders and the politics within certain teams that she was a part of, which I have to give her great credit for. There were parts of this book, that, quite frankly, I didn't like Ms. Torres, which is neither good or bad. Goes with the honesty with which the book is written. I have a bit of an issue with this being promoted as an "you can do it too" book. This woman was an exceptional athlete with Amercian records starting in her early teens. She also came from money. (Sponsorships and endorsements for swimming are not equal to golf and basketball). I don't believe that she could have done what she did, or may do in the future, without having the money to pay for her pair of massagers/stretchers that are with her during training and competition, her strength training coach from a professional hockey team, and her nanny. She is, also, blessed with the support of her husband and mother. I can do without the, "I am a mother above all else" sentiment throughout the last years on which the book was based. I know that having a child fills you with an undescribable love and changes someone fundamentally, but being a top athlete, especially beyond a certain age requires total dedication. It's your workouts, your rest, your diet. You have to be selfish.

Overall, the book is well written and honest. Despite my complaints, I did enjoy getting to know Darra and her triumphs and trials.
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"Older" is not a popular description in our society, but Dara Torres has turned that idea upside down, inside out and every which way with her inspiring story, "Age Is Just A Number."

Sports enthusiasms well know who she is - Torres is the Olympic Gold Medalist who restarted her career at the unheard of age of 41. Not only was she older but she was a new mother and her father was fighting cancer. Eight years prior to this comeback she had retired, thinking that was the end of her swimming career. Not so!

We hear, "I've been old before. I was old when I was 27 and I got divorced. I was old when I was 35 and I couldn't get pregnant. I was really old when I was 39 and my father died. But when I was 41 and I woke up in a dorm in the Olympic Village in Beijing, I didn't feel
old. I felt merely-and, yes, happily-middle-aged. "The water
doesn't know how old you are,"

How right she is! Water does not know how old we are nor does the Earth nor do other people. For us, the problem is that we know and we gauge our attractiveness and abilities by the calendar. Torres will change minds regarding those assumptions as she candidly discusses doubts, believing in ourselves, perseverance, and really believing we can achieve whatever goals we set for ourselves.

If you want to hear a really upbeat true story with lots of good advice, give a listen as narrator Rebecca Lowman tells us just how it can be done. Winner of the 2006 Boston Film Festival and an accomplished actress, Lowman delivers a distinct, listenable reading of one woman's inspiring story.

- Gail Cooke
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28 of 28 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9f7ad9c0) out of 5 stars Disappointing June 29 2010
By Gwen - Published on
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First off, the title is misleading - this is not a motivational or a how-to book. It's a memoir. I knew this beforehand so it wasn't an issue but others could be confused. Dara Torres won three silver medals at the 2008 Olympics - an incredible achievement, especially since she was 41 at the time. I was curious about her story and hoping to be inspired at the same time. Unfortunately, I was distracted by the poor writing (even with the help of a co-writer) and the extremely disorganized chapters. There were also strange gaps. For example, she goes into detail about her first marriage and subsequent divorce but later in the book only mentions in passing that she got married and divorced to someone else in the meantime. (I'm not saying that she's obliged to provide personal info but the inconsistency was odd). I wanted to know how, after not swimming for 7 years (literally not a single lap) she launched straight into training with her team. Wouldn't she be extremely out of practice? This is never addressed. I ended up feeling very frustrated.This could have been so much more.
15 of 16 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9f80533c) out of 5 stars A wonderful book June 6 2009
By Lance Rodman - Published on
Format: Hardcover
If you've read the most recent Michael Phelps book, No Limits, don't let that dissuade you from reading this. And if you're choosing between the two, choose this one. The Phelps book is really just a "sports" book (with all the negative connotations that brings), while this is much more -- infinitely more interesting, and much better written as well. Torres and her co-author, Elizabeth Weil (who I suspect deserves a lot of credit for making this the book it is), have produced a highly readable, inspirational story that stretches from the early years of Torres's success through the 2008 Olympics. There's also a surprising level of candor about the ups and down Torres has experienced, from eating disorders to her marriages breaking up. Will non-swimmers like this? I think so, but I don't really know. I'm a swimmer, and so I was really impressed with the detailed descriptions of what Torres did to prepare for her success. Long story short, it took a level of commitment that few people could ever make. Nor is this a book just for women. Your reviewer is male, through and through, and there was nothing in this that smacked of any kind of feathery "women's power" type messages.

For those interested in reading more about swimming and the commitment needed to reach world-class levels, two other books worth reading are Gold in the Water by P.H. Mullen and Champions by Daniel Chambliss (Torres is featured in both). Both are extremely well reported, and well written as well, though long out of print.
37 of 47 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa14b566c) out of 5 stars Most insightful Olympian ever April 8 2009
By Susan - Published on
Format: Hardcover
I thought this book would be light and fluffy like a little purry kitty cat. I thought I knew her story. Surprisingly, I was blown away with the accolades that Dara Torres deserves for her life story. A jock is just a jock but not in these pages. What unfolds in the Torres story are the dreams of a little girl who chooses not to grow up in a privileged way that is a platter that could be served before her but with discipline that she defines through a rigorous swim schedule at a very early age in her young life. We see her in her early days flopping around near her radiant young mother only to swim away from her with bigger dreams. Never before will you read an athlete's autobiography and see a competitive spirit that defines this Olympian just build and build. You feel her sweat. It's all too real. Away from her parent's glamorous life, is the story of one young woman striving for dreams that mere mortals only dare to dream. Although the Olympic medals are draped around her neck so young, we see her then battle demons that come with the ugly side of fame, and her almost demise with bulimia. We see her as an everyday us, facing divorce, and problems with the sometime complications of pregnancy. Each time Dara Torres sets off off on an Olympic quest, the chapters read like an Indiana Jones chapter, with her always overcoming some odds that are there for her to face. Age Is Just A Number but Dara Torres proves that her very presence is for us to bear witness to such a remarkable life story both in and out of the pool.
16 of 20 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9f8ddb10) out of 5 stars All-American Wonder Woman April 12 2009
By Jennifer King - Published on
Format: Hardcover
Reading about Dara's life is definitely a roller coaster of emotions. As she points out, there is always something good to counter what is bad. The birth of Tessa followed by the death of her father. Making Beijing, followed by her coach Michael Lohberg, becoming extremely ill. This is the yin and the yang that makes up Dara Torres. She speaks openly about her first marriage to an abusive husband and her attempts to keep peace. Her struggles with infertility as she watched her brothers and sister have kids. And her most triumphant moment when Tessa was placed on her chest for the first time after giving birth. These are just a few of the moments she relates to her fans that make you realize that she's not always Wonder Woman in a Speedo. She also talks of her fears of letting so many down as her story became bigger than life and much more important than she herself anticipated. Dara didn't set out to be a superhero to middle-aged America. But, once she accepted her new role, she embraced it. Throughout her struggles and triumphs she remained focused on her one goal of winning and wanting nothing less. Her ability to handle adversity and still come out on top is what makes this woman so amazing. And throughout it all keeping her sense of humor whether it be discussing her giant swimsuit while pregnant or walking in on the guy in the bathroom while in a rush to get ready for her race in Beijing. The title of 'role model' is used loosely in America but if you were to choose one role model to follow, especially for your daughters to follow, it's Dara Torres. Do yourself and your teenage daughters a favor and make "Age is Just a Number" mandatory reading.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9f9216d8) out of 5 stars As expected....and I bought the book Aug. 31 2009
By Robert Wein - Published on
Format: Hardcover
Fascinating, inspirting if you wish for it to be and enjoyable. A fast read that gave a good insight into how Dara thinks, which, since she is who she is and has done what she has done is very interesting/fascinating. Yes, it confirms that her whole life is no where near what anyone would call "normal," but that can't be blamed on her (grew up rich, with model looks and then made millions on her own) and her drive is truly admirable, if a bit over the top (as I believe is necessary for Olympians to be, well, Olympians). Anyway, I think the book is worth buying/reading, but wouldn't call it a "great" book.