In fact, I am currently typing this little essay with one hand and wondering what my next fitness fad should be? In the '70s and '80s I was quite the runner, doing everything from 5Ks to a marathon. Finally, an orthopedist pronounced my knees shot and that my running days were over.
So I got into lifting. I saw my lifts go higher and higher even as my age did too. It turns out strength stays with us well into our higher years, but with a catch...you have to keep at it. You can't store exercise and exercise is the only way to create fitness.
Maintaining fitness is tougher than raising fish. You have to keep feeding it and, if you feed it too much, it dies. Well, it doesn't actually die; it kicks back, like a mule.
The other day I was just doing my usual chest workout and was fully warmed up...I was toasty I was so warm and then "SNAP!" There was pain so severe I was in shock in two minutes...sweating, trying to faint, the whole enchilada. I had pulled my left pec off my arm and had a weird lump on my chest.
So here I am, all trussed up, having gone through a three-hour surgery and planning what to do next to stay in shape. Yes, I get it; 53-year-olds shouldn't be doing one-repetition maximums with more than 300 pounds.