Fitness in the autumn years: gotta keep the ego in check

“For I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to; the long explanations needed by the young are wearying.”

Gandalf Greycloak

About a year ago I purchased “Built from Broken”, a strength training book by Scott Hogan Built from Broken: A Science-Based Guide to Healing Painful Joints, Preventing Injuries, and Rebuilding Your Body). The premise of the book is that all of us have weaknesses, imbalances and old injuries that prevent us from using our bodies to their full potential. Mr. Hogan lays out exercises and plans to help correct and compensate for our body’s ailments, allowing us to maintain our strength in spite of all our bodies flaws.

I started using the precepts laid out in the book in December of 2023. I’ve modified some of the exercises, simply because I cannot do some of the exercises he recommends. Especially the leg movements. I also passed on his warmup routine, because if I could do the routine as described I wouldn’t need his damn book!

Still, I have found that my strength and conditioning is improving by leaps and bounds. My knee pain has decreased by 30 to 50 percent, and I have gained back about 25% of my normal range of motion on my bad knee.

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Avoiding injuries

More importantly, I have not injured myself yet. This is actually a pretty big deal for me. Since I have passed the 50-year mark, I have injured myself several times when taking up strength training again. And it’s always something different each time. Mildly tore each of my hamstrings, inflamed my right shoulder a couple of times, and locked me knee up good more than once. All because I refused to admit that my body was incapable of doing what I was asking of it.

Now that I have passed the 60-year mark, it is more important than ever that I exercise within the limits of what my body can handle. In the words of noted philosopher Harry Callahan: “a man’s got to know his limitations”.

Keep that ego in check

They say that wisdom comes with age. They also say that sometimes age comes alone. Maybe I am getting a little bit of wisdom, because after all these years I have finally learned to exercise intelligently. And a big part of that come from learning to put my ego in check.

It is a hard thing for a man to admit that he isn’t as strong as he used to be. It’s one thing to get old, it’s another thing to become weak. So, we manly men continue to try and do things that we could do when we were much younger, in an attempt to defy old age (and reason).

And it’s not just in the gym that we old codgers need to accept our new limits. We need to be aware of our limitations at work and at home. A couple of winters ago, at my job at the golf course, I was moving crates up a steep ramp that led to a loft. My coworkers and I were storing signs and traffic stakes for the season. After a few trips up and down the ramp, I was bushed. I was sweating like crazy, my legs were shaky, and my knee wasn’t feeling too good either.

My boss, who was 20 years younger than me, looked over and asked if he could take the last crate up. My first impulse was to say: “naw, I got this”. Don’t want to look weak in front of the younger guys, you know? Then a wiser part of my brain said “bullshit”. I told my boss “Sure” and handed him the crate without another word. It was, for me, a profound and disquieting moment. It was also the right thing to do.

I told a buddy this story a few days later and he pondered for a moment, then said “there are physical therapy centers all over the country full of people who said “naw, I got this””. Truer words were never spoken.

Gotta stick with it

The other part of my wiser workout routine is I’ve been more consistent at going to the gym or riding my bike (when warmer weather arrives). I freely admit that I have failed at being consistent down through the years. I start off gangbusters, and my motivation is high. Then comes a day I am tired, or life threw a curveball, and I skip a workout. After that, each time I run into a difficulty it becomes easier to make up an excuse. Next thing you know, it’s been half a year since I stepped foot in the gym. And failing to stick to a routine can also lead to injuries.

How about you? Have you gotten wiser with age? Or are you one of those types of people who learned all this early on, and I’m just a dumbass?

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The 2023 Vintage garden in review

January is for me a distressing month. The bright glow of the holiday season is long past. The days are now cold, dim and dreary. And the long slog through February, that most miserable of months, still lies ahead.

To cheer myself up during this trying time, I like to call up the pictures that I took of the garden the previous year. I find my spirits improve when I look back at the beauty MrsVintage and I have created with our own two hands (and sore backs).

This past year I find was especially rewarding because we replaced our rather boring front yard with a more waterwise landscape. I am looking forward to seeing the new gardens fared over the winter months.

Most times when I do a garden year in review post, I usually include the setbacks that occurred over the warmer months and my thoughts on how the garden had been ravaged by bunnies, drought, locusts and other sundry disasters. However, this past year was surprisingly problem free. Oh, sure, the bunnies did some damage to the plants in the front yard, and there are always pests such as grasshoppers to be managed. But there was nothing like what we have dealt with in years past. Even the weeds were fairly easy to manage.

Here’s hoping that a similar fate awaits in 2024.

Ups and downs…

Spring in 2023 was truly a wild ride. MrsVintage had been suggesting that I buy a snow blower for several years now. I resisted because of stubborn male pride. I am not too weak to shovel snow yet, damn it!

Then we had a massive snowstorm in April that took several days for us to dig out from. I accepted defeat and finally took MrsVintage’s advice and bought a blower. Of course, we had no measurable snow the rest of the season. In fact, it was beginning to look like the state was heading into another drought year. Our city had already implemented even stricter water restrictions than usual even before watering was necessary.

Rains of biblical proportions.

Then the deluge hit in May and June. It wasn’t quite 40 days and 40 nights of rain, but the amount of precipitation was unprecedented. Streets became impassable, golf courses went underwater, and creeks threatened to spill over their banks. Here at the Vintage ranch, we received an incredible 7″ of rain in just one storm! In all my years of living in Colorado, I had never seen anything like it.

The garden awakens…

In spite of the unpredictable spring and sodden spring weather, the garden got off to a good start. It appears that all the spring flowering bulbs made it through the winter. No mean feat! Not with rabbits and squirrels always on the lookout for an easy meal. Many bulbs apparently are a tasty mid-winter snack.

In late April, the blooms of these species’ tulips started the growing season off.
A few weeks later, these more ornate ‘Princess Irene’ tulips heralded that spring was really and truly in full swing.
Here’s a closer view of her Highness taken from 2022.
This picture of the front yard was taken in late June. At this point in the renovation, all the plants were installed, and we were just waiting for the city inspector to approve the final phase of installation. Note how green everything is! Late May to late June is one of my favorite times of the year. The days are long and bright, plants still have that bright green foliage of new growth, but the brutal heat of mid-summer has yet to arrive.

High summer and the heat is on…

Once the arduous front yard renovation was completed, my desire to work in the yard was much diminished. The heat had arrived, and my back was killing me. I strictly did maintenance tasks: mowing, weeding when necessary, and watering the newly installed landscape by hand. Otherwise, my primary chore was to just enjoy the garden, usually while lounging in my hammock.

In fact, my laisse-faire attitude was so extreme that I hardly took any photos of the yard last summer! When I started looking for pictures for this post, I was legit surprised at how few photos I had taken from July to late August.

Red daylilies bloom next to orange butterfly weed in the birdbath garden in the bright July sunlight. I had transplanted these daylilies into this spot back in 2022 because they were not doing so well in their old home. As you can see, they love their new digs. Just in front of the daylilies are the seedpods from ‘Love in a mist’ annuals. Pretty plants, but the buggers spread everywhere.
One evening in late August, I was lounging in my hammock when I happened to look over and spot these two dragonflies perched on the dried seedheads of snapdragons.

Autumnal glory…

Once the heat began to abate in late September, I was able to get back out into the garden. I moved and divided several plants, and I removed a few plants for good. I placed marking flags to indicate where improvements need to be made in the spring. More spring flowering bulbs got planted. Tools got sharpened and oiled and stored away.

But most of all, I just reveled in the moderate temperatures and admired the autumnal glory in the Vintage Garden.

Russian sage and Autumn Joy sedum mingle in an autumnal display in late September. Note the red flag in the back: that marks a goldenrod plant I want to move elsewhere in the spring.
“October Skies’ aster live up to its moniker here in the front yard in, you guessed it, October.
The show closed out in early November with the blooming of the autumn crocuses.

Enduring winter.

A cold bleak day in early January

For most gardeners, winter is the season for daydreaming. I am already laying out plans for improving my garden when the warmer weather arrives. Nothing as dramatic as last year’s front yard overhaul, but subtle tweaks here and there. The garden in the real world never quite matches up with the garden in the gardener’s head. One is always fiddling around, trying to make the vision a reality. An impossible task of course. But in the words of Mr. Browning, “…a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”.

I hope you enjoyed this reflection. Might I ask, what gets you through the bleak winter days?

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Setting my S.M.A.R.T. goals for 2024

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Well, another year is in our rear-view mirrors and a new year has dawned anew. How was your 2023? Did you accomplish your New Years resolutions?

Last year, I posted how I wasn’t into resolutions anymore. Instead, I was going to focus on S.M.A.R.T goals. You can see that post here: Instead of a New Year’s resolution, be SMART.

So how did I do in reaching my goals? Well, to be honest, not great. I only fully completed one of the six goals I set out to accomplish. Installing a waterwise front yard was one of my goals, and with the help of MrsVintage, I reached it.

I made some progress on a few of the others, and in one case I bombed completely.

In retrospect, I think my failure stemmed from having too many goals. Having too many goals can dilute one’s concentration and willpower. Causes one to run around willy-nilly, like the proverbial headless chicken.

So, this year I’m going to only set three S.M.A.R.T. goals for myself.

What is S.M.A.R.T?

S.M.A.R.T. is an acronym for Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Relevant and Time-bound. How often have we resolved on New Years Day to “lose weight”. This is so vague as to be useless. How much weight? Does 1 lost pound on December 31st count as a success?

A S.M.A.R.T goal, on the other hand, would go something like this: I will lose 15 pounds by June 1st, with an ultimate goal of 30 pounds lost by December 31st.

Perhaps the most important part of setting a S.M.A.R.T goal is the achievable part. Setting a goal of losing 75 pounds by June 1st is, barring the use some kind of medical procedure, an unrealistic goal. Unrealistic means it will not be achieved.

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My S.M.A.R.T goals for the coming year

I will weigh xxx lbs. on December 31, 2024.

My goal tasks me to lose less than one pound a week on average for the entire year. This is, in my opinion, realistic and achievable. It’s hard enough to lose weight, but at my age it is more difficult than ever. I must be patient with myself!

I will read 24 books in the coming year.

Last year I aimed to read a book every two weeks. Well, in the words of that famous philosopher Mike Tyson: “everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth”. Life throws curveballs and the unforeseen can throw one’s intentions right out the window. 24 books in a year is still a little less than one book every two weeks, but I have all year to accomplish my goal. This gives me a little more leeway when things don’t go according to plan.

I will ride to the top of Lookout Mountain on my bicycle.

I did not get much riding time on my bicycle last year, for various and sundry excuses. I plan on riding much more in the coming year, and I want to set a challenge for myself. I’ve heard that the Lookout Mountain ride is beautiful, albeit fairly demanding. If I can achieve this goal, I will have a pretty good idea of where my fitness level is at.

The 1st step

I have been meaning to read Atomic Habits by James Clear for some time (https://www.amazon.com/Atomic-Habits). I’ve heard good things about this book about how to change one’s habits by doing small and incremental changes. I already understand the concept of breaking large projects down into small steps, but maybe this book will show me how to make the concept work more effectively. This will be the first book I will read in the New Year.

How about you? What goals or resolutions have you set for 2024?

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