Pumping Irony

Craig Cox, EL’s managing editor and resident geezer, explores the joys and challenges of aging well.

Monthly Archives: February 2010

Experience Life Magazine

Are Desk-Jockeys Doomed?







After WWII, my
father found a job delivering beer to bars and restaurants and liquor stores in
St. Paul. This involved schlepping a lot of heavy kegs and cases from his truck
to coolers every day, an activity that, over the years, made him a pretty
strong dude. I was thinking about that today, after reading a piece in the NY Times that warned desk-bound office
workers like myself that our comfy office chairs could be negating the benefits
of our workout routines.

 

Here’s how
Olivia Judson put it:

It doesn’t matter
if you go running every morning, or you’re a regular at the gym. If you spend
most of the rest of the day sitting — in your car, your office chair, on your
sofa at home — you are putting yourself at increased risk of obesity, diabetes,
heart disease, a variety of cancers and an early death. In other words,
irrespective of whether you exercise vigorously, sitting for long periods is
bad for you.”

 

Judson points to
recent studies showing that, among healthy people, those who sit for fewer
hours each day had slimmer waists and healthier levels of blood pressure and
blood sugar than those who parked their butt longer. Why? Because certain
molecules (lipoprotein lipase, for example) that play a primary role in helping
the body process fat are only produced when your muscles are contracting.

 

Obviously, the more you move, the better, but if you buy
Judson’s argument, then my father, who spent eight hours a day hauling
Grain Belt Beer throughout St. Paul, should’ve been a lot healthier than his
third son (that’s me), who hits the gym two or three times a week, but sits at
a desk all day — and lounges in his favorite chair most evenings while catching
up on the work he didn’t finish during the day or (sometimes) enjoying a good
book. That, unfortunately for my dad, was not the case. He carried an extra 50
pounds around his waist and suffered two heart attacks before he was 51. Cancer
claimed him at 60.

 

Now, I don’t
claim to be a paragon of good health, but, at 58, I’ve managed to avoid all the
health problems my dad had encountered — while spending the last 30-some years
sitting at a desk. So, obviously, there are factors involved here that Judson’s
choosing to ignore: small things like diet, stress management, smoking and
other lifestyle choices. And that’s too bad, because when people read stuff
like this, they tend to just give up on their exercise regimen. I mean, if
sitting at a desk is what you do to make a living and you read that all that
sitting basically renders any exercise program moot, what are you going
to do — quit your job?

 

The fact is,
regular exercise — along with a healthy diet and . . . well, you know the drill
– has been shown in study after study to be the key to long-term vitality, no
matter how many hours you log behind a desk each day. To suggest otherwise, it
seems to me, is pretty irresponsible.

Experience Life Magazine

Conversation Starter







I was sweating
my way through some overhead presses Monday night, when a curious thing
happened: I had upped the load to 170 lbs. after a few trial lifts at lower
weights, and actually managed to hoist it up there to a point where I could
lock my elbows and take a breath.

 

This is a lot of
poundage for me (hold your applause; it was on a machine, not in The Pit), so
there was a brief debate going on in my brain between some old geezer and some
other guy I didn’t recognize. The geezer was saying something along the lines
of “What? Are you nuts? Put this thing down, you idiot!” and the other guy was
saying something like, “Hey, check this out!”

 

Two reps later
(not great form), my old geezer-self had returned and I was left wondering why
I can’t channel that other dude more often.

 

It’s all about
tapping into our central nervous system and getting it to convince our muscle
fibers to respond when we hit the wall. At least that’s how Andrew Heffernan
explains it in his excellent blog, Male Pattern Fitness. His hypothetical
gym-goer, Olivia, “
never gets enough
sleep, and she’s always stressed and exhausted. Nevertheless, she dutifully
hits the gym several days a week, but it seems like no matter how hard she works,
it’s rare that her muscles really get a workout, and she’s almost never sore.
She can’t really ever power through a tough set because her muscles just seem
to ‘turn off’ at a certain point.


She also finds that she can sometimes lift a certain weight for rep after rep, but if she increases the weight by just a few pounds, suddenly it’s impossible to lift even once. She can’t mobilize her nervous system to activate the fibers necessary for the heavier lift.”







 

This is
pretty interesting. I mean, it’s sort of understood that you have to exert
yourself to achieve your fitness goals, but I’ve never seen it expressed as a
dialogue between your muscle fibers and your brain. But it really doesn’t have
to be that complicated, says Heffernan: Get enough sleep, manage your stress,
and you ought to be able to make that conversation happen on a regular basis.

 



Experience Life Magazine

Random Acts of Fitness







At the dentist
this morning, the hygienist took my blood pressure: 119 over 84, which she told
me was “very good.” My resting pulse was 59. Also pretty good, I’m told.

 

I’m trying not
to feel smug, which is pretty easy, since I’m so sore from last night’s
sweatfest. Or is it still lingering from Monday’s workout? My hamstrings and
glutes were still barking yesterday, so I climbed on the old reliable EDM to
work out the kinks. Thirty minutes later, I figured I’d do some stretching, but
all the mats had been grabbed by a particularly large aerobics class. So no
stretching.

 

That’s the thing
about this whole fitness mission: You can plan the coolest workout routine, but
reality can intervene. I was planning to hang out in The Pit and do some
upper-body work, but when I got there I noticed some guy perched on his elbows
on some contraption that allowed him to swing his legs up and to the sides — a
core move that looked pretty interesting. So, I stood out of sight and stretched
my calves a bit, waiting for him to finish up. But, then, when he did, some
other guy grabbed it. So, no core work, I guess.

 

The Pit is like
that — a bit more chaotic and random than the resistance machinery. There are
people who clearly have a set routine, real pros who will cut in like Fred
Astaire when you’re stepping on Ginger Rodgers’ toes, and get their reps in
between your paltry sets. It hasn’t happened to me more than once or twice, but
it’s always kind of embarrassing: You put down your iron, which seemed plenty
heavy at the time and then you watch this guy slap on an extra 50 pounds. Very
humbling.

 

Anyway, I had
upper-body work on my agenda, so I left my core dreams behind for the moment
and grabbed some dumbbells and got to work on some overhead presses, when I
noticed this guy next to me doing what looked like a really cool balancing move
with a dumbbell — one leg up, leaning over and hoisting maybe 25 lbs. toward
his chest. I’m thinking I’d like to do that — and maybe the lat raises this guy
to my left is doing. But it feels goofy to imitate exercises — even cool ones.
So I didn’t.







Still, I got my
work in despite all the distractions, and I was heading out of The Pit when I
spied that core contraption one more time. Nobody was on it. Maybe I’d sneak in
there for a little last-minute push. . . . Oops, too late.

 

Experience Life Magazine

Not Too Heavy, Not Too Light







I think I
mentioned a while ago that my gym got a makeover recently — they really spiffed
up the joint, but they relocated the scale in a mysterious place, so I hadn’t
been weighing myself. Well, Monday night I finally located it and sheepishly
climbed aboard, expecting the worst. Much to my surprise, the number (159.4
lbs.) was a bit lower than expected.

 

I’ve been more
conscious of my weight since I started working out — my fitness assessment a
couple of years ago had my 5-foot-7-inch body bordering on overweight (a body mass
index of 25) at 164 lbs. The whole BMI calculus is pretty controversial (a lot
of buff guys, like Kobe Bryant and the majority of NBA players, for example, have BMIs as large as their biceps), but I was
starting to get concerned that, because I was not Kobe Bryant, maybe I would just gradually add a pound or two
every few months and wake up one morning tipping the scales at 180 or
something. It’s a very insidious process, and I’ve developed a new appreciation
for how hard it can be to manage your weight.

 

So, it was
interesting this morning to stumble upon a piece by Gina Kolata in the NY Times that addressed the whole weight
question in a way that I’d never seen before: What is a person’s ideal weight
and how do you know it when you reach it?

 

Kolata points
out that even the most body-conscious people (i.e., elite athletes) don’t
always successfully gauge how heavy or light they should be in order to perform
at their best. But it can make a huge difference: Too heavy and the added
baggage will slow you down; too light and your body begins burning muscle
protein, sapping your energy. Andre Agassi, for example, would often stop
eating in the days leading up to a major tournament in order to get leaner, a
habit that frustrated his coach, who counseled him to simply train harder.

 

I’m not Andre
Agassi — though my tennis game is
improving — and I don’t think I have to worry much about losing too much
weight. Nor am I going to lose any sleep over beating my personal best in a 5K
(especially since I’ve never run a 5K). Maybe my ideal weight is precisely
159.4 lbs. and for that one hour in the gym on Monday night I was absolutely at
the top of my game. Or not.

 

I guess the real
point is that it’s a good idea to become a little less oblivious to energy levels,
etc. when I’m at the gym or — what the heck — just less oblivious in general. I’ll
try that and report back.

 

Experience Life Magazine

The Shock of the New







I awoke to a
gorgeous Minnesota winter morning — snow blowing sideways from the northwest
and 4 inches of the white stuff underfoot as I trekked to the office. The
combination of craggy ice and crunchy snow makes for a pretty good lower body
workout; I can already feel it in my hammies and glutes as I write this.

 

Of course, it could
be that the soreness in my rear extremities has more to do with my workout last
night at the gym. Recently, for reasons I can’t adequately explain, I’ve been
doing different stuff. Rather than climbing onto the Elliptical Death Machine
for 45 minutes of cross-country air-walking and then grunting through a half
hour of lifting on the resistance machinery, on Friday I inexplicably jogged a
mile on the dreadmill. Then, last night, I did 20 minutes of anaerobic intervals on the
stationary bike (six one-minute sprints interspersed with one-minute recovery
pedaling). I even kept track of my heart rate: 116 for the sprints; 102 during
recovery. After some stretching (!!!), I did a round of kettlebell swings
(which I was surprised to note pushed my heart rate up into the 140s) as well
as some dumbbell lunges and overhead presses. Then a half-hour of push-pull
lifting (various presses and compound rows) before heading home.

 

I’m not sure
what this means, frankly. It’s not that I was bored with my previous routine.
Or that I’m concerned that I’m not progressing toward my fitness goals (I feel
pretty good for an old guy). I was curious how my tweaky left knee would handle
some running and delighted that it seemed to hold up just fine. And interval
training of any sort is a great way to squeeze in a little more intensity into
a shorter space of time (though I didn’t work up much of a lather on the bike).
Plus, it was about time I got serious about stretching, right? It actually
seemed to do some good.

 

I’m sure I’ll
get back on the EDM soon enough. Meanwhile, today is a non-gym day, so I’ll
take the same route home after work tonight and thus chalk up a total of 80
minutes of moderate cardio and lower-body exercise. Not bad for an off-day, I guess. Plus, it keeps
things interesting. There’s nothing like the threat of sliding off a sidewalk into
the path of an oncoming car to keep you focused.