Four years ago “The Elder Athlete” was merely a concept. Today, it is reality.
After surviving detox at the age of seventy, then learning how to train and feed myself properly and learning how the body works by getting certified as a fitness professional, I would challenge any teenager to try and keep up in one of my normal days.
I rise (every) midnight to run five miles, then I ride a bike back and forth to work. (70 minutes in the saddle)
The work can be physically demanding, and there are lots of miles to cover inside this home improvement behemoth.
I never end a day with under 25,000 steps on my Fitbit.
When I get home, I lift weights, write, produce videos, run out to shop, and prepare my meals for the next day.
In four years, I have not had one sniffle, tickle or headache. Nada.
I lost 65 pounds, own a 30 inch waist, and I have yet see a mirror I can pull myself away from. 🙂
I put this out there to remind us that society and the medical community tells us to expect the wheels to start coming off when we get up into our mid-seventies.
“Elder athlete” may seem like an oxymoron, but nothing is further from the truth. We have so much untapped potential left. These are the “good old” days.
This is an energy game. Energy begets enthusiasm, enthusiasm begets success. Isn’t that what we’re here for?
The world will tell us to get ready to retire the sides and ease into that long good night.
My friends, I’m here to tell ya……they’re lyin’. 🙂