In my quest to be my “fittest ever” by the time I turn 55, a modicum of moderation seems in order. A nasty, or even nagging, injury could really derail this process, so I am trying to modulate — starting slow and regular.
The sad truth is that I’m in worse shape than I thought. I’ve got kinks where kinks ought not be. I’ve not got muscle where one might hope for it. That old shoulder injury has gotten wonkier over time and, frankly, I’m lopsided. The contracture in my hands has weakened my grip; the legs are strong, but the lungs maybe less so. Everything is a good deal tighter than it once was – well, except for the stuff that is looser. This is all useful information, but sobering. For all its discomfort, the truth has galvanized my commitment to the goal. This is all to the good.
So I’m especially grateful for what I’ve come to call my Lucky Sevens, two virtual coaches that are regular components of my new regime.
The loveliest seven minutes of my workout routine comes early in the day, typically right after meditation, with “Seven Minutes of Magic Qi Gong”. The title’s hyperbole aside, this is pretty magical, if only for how quickly and soothingly the seven minutes pass. Just a nice way to ease into the day and get the proverbial juices flowing.
Often the toughest seven minutes, by contrast, come from the much-promoted (but not universally endorsed) Seven Minute Workout. Maybe it’s just that I’m a newbie and not in such hot shape for starters, but I can attest to the merits of this little investment. For sheer concentration of activity and getting the heart rate up, there’s nothing quite like it.
I’m still looking for a third to round out my set. Any suggestions?