Fit Chicks: The Iron Nun, Sister Madonna Buder
Photos courtesy of Sister Madonna Buder
In our series Fit Chicks, we chat with female fitness bloggers and trainers from all over the country. Equipped with their collective experience, expertise and practical tips, you’ll be happy to know that a healthier lifestyle is right around the corner.
Sister Madonna Buder, more famously known as the Iron Nun, has been wowing the world for decades with her athleticism, simple way of living, and fun personality. This 86-year-old nun has participated in 377 triathlons around the world and 45 Ironmans. She single-handedly created six age groups for women as she continued to bulldoze through race after race. She joined her current, less traditional group, Sisters for Christian Community, in 1986 and said she “liked being in the marketplace with the rest of humanity rather than in a little ivory castle.” Buder has been taking the athletic arena by storm and wrote her autobiography back in 2010. In short, it looks like there’s nothing this nun from St. Louis can’t do.
Paste Health: For those who don’t really know your story, can you talk about your journey from becoming a nun to falling in love with running?
Sister Madonna Buder: We were on the Oregon coast for a workshop [a priest] was going to give us. He came the night before and we had an informal round table discussion. He started expounding on the benefits of running. I said, “The only running I ever did was connected with interaction sports. I can’t see getting out there, running for no good reason.” He said you have to do for about five weeks before you get that peak experience. I thought, “I thought you got that [peak] in prayer.” He said [running] harmonizes mind, body and soul. Well, that sounded good to me because I’m not a compartmentalized being, and that indicated a whole being. So I went out and tried it on the beach that night in my hand-me down Pennys from my sister-in-law. [The priest] saw me come in through the door and said, “Where have you been?” And I said, “Doing what you said.” And he said, “How far did you go?” And I said, “Between those two eddies you suggested.” He said, “Do you know far that is?” I said, “Oh, probably half a mile.” He said, “How long did it take you?” I said I’d only been gone about five minutes. He said, “Well you’ve got to keep this up.”
When I got back to the institution in Spokane where the ball field was, I went out and ran around the ball field. I wasn’t there more than a week doing that when I went to this photo lab to do some of my photography. When I was coming out, I saw this poster regarding Bloomsday, which I had never heard of before. It was the second year of it and it was an 8.2 mile run. I was repulsed by the picture of these swarms of people elbowing through the herd.
So when I got home, there was a long distance call from my mother who was gently trying to inform me of the possible break up of my brother’s marriage. I listened to her and said, “I’m really not surprised. I’ve seen this coming for five years.” And she said, “Why?” I said, “You’re not going to like this either Mommy, but I consider the problem to be an unacknowledged alcoholic problem.” And then I said, “I’m going to do it!” And she said, “What are you going to do?” I said, “I’m going to run this Bloomsday run in Spokane, hoping that God will receive my will to endure He will transfer it to my brother’s will to give up his dependency.” She said, “How far is this, darling?” Then I gulped myself and said, “It’s 8.2 miles!” She really hung up feeling worse than when she called in the first place.
Then I get a call back shortly after and she said she just talked with my brother and he doesn’t think it’s a good idea. I said, “Of course he doesn’t…does he want to give up his dependency?” She said, “Well no, but he’s a runner.” I didn’t even know he ran track because I was already in the Convent. I said, “Running track is far different than running long distance, they don’t do it the same way and he probably has no knowledge of it.” So that was the end of that.
Then I started to go around the ball field and figured probably four times around would be a mile, then I’d go four times that. Then I just couldn’t handle that many times going in circle, so I headed for the street, but that was not a good idea without running shoes. My calves were so tight, I couldn’t even push them in, and my knees were so swollen I could hardly bend them. I was on the floor doing yoga, without knowing anything about warming up or cooling down. On the floor, I burst out in tears. “God, I can’t do this. I know I promised, but my body isn’t going to let me!” Then I thought, “Oh my gosh I’m in the library. If the nuns ever come up and see me like this, they’ll think I’ve lost it for good.” I went to my room and tried it out until I got still enough and heard this interior voice come straight into my heart saying, “I also had to step out in faith, not knowing how many, down to the ages, would respond to My act of love.” I said, “Okay, God, You’re going to have to be my strength!” And that’s how it all began, and He’s been my strength ever since.
From running I got introduced to the triathlon by a fellow runner who had done the Ironman. He came back and expounded on that and thought I should do an Ironman. I said, “What?!” I can’t see going through a school of fish with flailing arms and legs, and then getting on a bike for 112 miles – my feet would be frozen to the saddle! Then the running, I knew I could do the marathon. So not only I was repulsed by the picture of the runners, but then I was repulsed by the length of an Ironman. But I’ve done over 45 now, so it was no biggie. It just got to be a way of life.