Since I’m quite old (I watched the Apollo missions live) I have tried a lot of things and ruined various parts of my body doing them. And these days, life situations limit my options. But one thing that still works is to find a good tune, something that’s randomly on the radio or high TV channels, and dance. Muscle memory turns it into an easy low-impact aerobic session, unless my body really doesn’t want to move, and then I respect that and just vibe. One thing I don’t do is hike. I get LAFD pings on my phone and every day they’re helicoptering some idiot my age off the trail and over to UCLA Hospital.
Dang, you make me feel young! (I saw a couple of them live).
I hear ya. I’ve reached an age where “pacing yourself” is a thing. Dammit.
I like to hike, but… I know where I’m going, I take sufficient gear (stuff in case you get stuck out there, dense emergency food, plenty of water, warm gear, etc, etc), and pace myself. Altitude kicks my ass these days. Sigh.
The big one is I refuse to do this stuff alone. Always have a hiking partner. Something as simple as a minor ankle twist can make for a bad (or deadly) time.
Since I’m quite old (I watched the Apollo missions live) I have tried a lot of things and ruined various parts of my body doing them. And these days, life situations limit my options. But one thing that still works is to find a good tune, something that’s randomly on the radio or high TV channels, and dance. Muscle memory turns it into an easy low-impact aerobic session, unless my body really doesn’t want to move, and then I respect that and just vibe. One thing I don’t do is hike. I get LAFD pings on my phone and every day they’re helicoptering some idiot my age off the trail and over to UCLA Hospital.
Dang, you make me feel young! (I saw a couple of them live).
I hear ya. I’ve reached an age where “pacing yourself” is a thing. Dammit.
I like to hike, but… I know where I’m going, I take sufficient gear (stuff in case you get stuck out there, dense emergency food, plenty of water, warm gear, etc, etc), and pace myself. Altitude kicks my ass these days. Sigh.
The big one is I refuse to do this stuff alone. Always have a hiking partner. Something as simple as a minor ankle twist can make for a bad (or deadly) time.