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I’ve seen a lot of people in their 20’s who have basically given up on their bodies. They have passed the point where they didn’t have to do any work at all in order to keep a good looking and pain free body. When it became something they had to work at…they gave up on it.
It’s not totally their fault. The fast paced life we live in does not create many opportunities for health and fitness. Forget about time to stretch or meditate. But still I see person after person who does not take care of themselves.
Then I hang out with my Grandpa on his 96th birthday. I see the resistance bands and weights. I learn about a man who wants more than the so called fitness classes being held at his care home. A 96 year old man who tells his Family to forget about giving him socks and underwear as gifts….give me fitness equipment he says. Sometimes he works out twice in a day.
Now why would a 96 year old care to do this? Well he saw himself starting to hunch over a little bit and knew that it was up to him to make things better. “You have to stretch the muscles” he tells us. “You know it, Grandpa”.
Driving home last night I knew we had just experienced a moment. I’m very proud of my Grandpa. Finding the time for fitness may not be difficult for him, but I can bet that the energy is probably not that of the twentysomethings I mentioned earlier. If you ever need something to kick your butt into action…let me take you over to his place so you can see how the ninetysomethings do it.