It seems as though it’s been some time since I’ve posted.. Lazy.. ha… not really, just felt I haven’t had much to write.
I realized two things today. I felt young and I’m moving.
I was standing looking out my office window and I felt young. Like early twenties young. Physically and mentally. I just felt young. It was weird. I’m sure we all get that feeling once in a while, but today it really stuck with me. It must come with age.
I also realize I’m able to move. I have the ability to move. We all do. Some do it well. Some don’t. I played volleyball tonight and I’ll be honest, I was probably close to if not twice as old as most of the people on my team. To me, not a big deal. I was able to keep up (I think). But after I got home I realized I can still move. I’m closer to fifty than I am to forty and I know some people that can’t do that at my age or even half my age.
I feel most of it I owe to discovering a healthy lifestyle. It’s been about a dozen years since I’ve started a ‘healthier’ lifestyle and moved from about 30% body-fat to less than half that and whatever I’m at now. Kettlebells are a big part (ask anyone who knows me), other fitness tools and somewhat diet (I don’t really watch what I eat – I should). At times I have great dreams of getting an SFG or RKC certification, but I have some little issues I need to deal with first.
I want to point out I am by no means an athlete. At this point in my life I’m training to be able feel young and to move.
It seems to be working. For an old guy.
It seems just as I get a head of steam going, something silly happens and I get injured.
Yep, I was rescuing a small child from a burning building. Ya, that’s it. That’s exactly what I was doing.
Well, that’s a blatant lie. The truth of the matter is, I don’t even know what I did.
What I do know is it seems my sacroiliac joint is not pleased with something I did. My guess is this is still from a year ago when I hobbled out of the gym and then dealt with the worst pain I have ever experienced.
Physio, chiro, Graston, A.R.T. have all helped but haven’t cured the issue.
I’m gonna try something new. I.M.S. Intra Muscular Stimulation. I was told recently it’s like getting a massage with a needle. Well, that doesn’t sound fun at all. But apparently it works and works well.
Tuesday is the big day. If this blog suddenly goes dead, you’ll have an idea why.
I read a great quote today: “It is easier to build strong children then to repair broken men” ~ Frederick Douglass
As I re-read this quote, I wonder how much of the struggles I’m having with my hip and low back stemmed from years of inactivity.
In high school I was lean. We worked hard in phys ed. Seriously. Stuff that seemed ridiculous at the time, but looking back now was amazing. And most of it was bodyweight stuff. I don’t remember using a single piece of machinery. Not one. I was in such good shape I had a six pack!
After high school I became pretty inactive and, well, not in very good shape at all. For years in fact. Close to twenty. I’d like a do over.
Trying to tell a teenager how important their health is and they should start taking care of it now is like smacking your head against a brick wall.
My suggestion, as a parent, lead by example. Sooner or later (hopefully sooner) they’ll catch on and see the importance. Because truly it is easier to become strong young and stay strong old instead of trying to get repaired every six months.
I’ll let ya know how the IMS goes.