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Joy
of Fitness There we
stood in our color-coded bathing caps, 1336 women -- nervous,
excited and all lined up in “waves” on a recent summer Sunday
morning on the shores of (I kid you not) Lake
Chargoggagoggmanchauggauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg in Webster, MA. For each
of us – we ranged in age from 27 teenagers to five hardy souls in
their early 60s – the goal was at least to finish this Danskin
triathlon, a mere “sprint,” or short, triathlon in the world of
more or less extreme sports, but a daunting enough challenge for
many participants who, like me, had never done such a thing before.
We were about to wade into the 77 degree, beautifully clear water of
the lake, trying not to drown as sleeker, faster bodies swarmed over
us, to swim a half-mile course around a series of orange buoys. Dashing
out of the water at the finish, we were then supposed to step
quickly over the mats that would record our individual times for the
swim from the little electronic “chips” fastened around our
ankles. From there, we were to run or walk fast to the “transition
area,” where our 1336 bikes were lined up by number on racks. This
first transition, which the winner of the overall event (in her
early 20’s) managed in two minutes and thirty-four seconds, took
me six minutes and five seconds – including a quick wash of the
sandy feet, donning of the bike helmet and sneakers, and pushing the
bike to the start line. We would
then bike 12 miles around the lake, uphill steeply in the beginning
(uphill enough that some people had to get off and push and at least
one, not me thankfully, stopped to throw up). Then it was downhill
as fast as one’s courage would allow, with faster bikers yelling
encouragement - “You go, girl!” - as they whizzed past. At the
bike finish, the mats again recorded our times electronically, bikes
were stowed, helmets removed, “Hammer gel” or other so-called
food gulped with a sip of water, then we were off on the truly
hellish bit, the 3.1 mile run. Then back, mercifully, to the finish. It was
glorious, a total high, just to be part of this mob of
slightly-crazy women with gorgeous legs, pretty, muscular arms and
energetic, delighted faces. There was a sense of unrestrained
exuberance in the air, and a feeling of immense gratitude, at least
on my part, to have the good health to even contemplate such an
event. Which
made me wonder. Why do so many people hate exercise? And why do
doctors’ urgings about the medical benefits of exercise fall on so
many deaf ears? My new
theory is that we’ve been misguidedly selling exercise as a
medical duty, a “should,” when it’s really a form of
constructive selfishness, a short cut to joy and self-affirmation in
lives that have too many “shoulds” already. Granted, the medical reasons to exercise are endless. Exercise physiologist Bill Evans of the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences estimates that regular exercise can prolong life by two and a half years, if you start at age 35, and by six months even if you start at 75. A Harvard study that has followed 17,000 men for decades has found that vigorous exercise (expending 1,500 calories a week or more in physical activity, including brisk walking) reduces the risk of mortality in any given year by 25 percent. “Physical activity is the closest thing that we have to a magic bullet for health,” says Dr. I-Min Lee, associate professor of medicine at Harvard Medical School. “There is no single drug that can give the same overall benefit to health that physical activity does. Everything that gets worse as we get older gets better with exercise. Even moderate intensity exercise such as brisk walking, 30 minutes a day, is sufficient to lower the risk of stroke, heart disease and diabetes, in both men and women.” The medical benefits go on and on. Studies at the Cooper Institute in Dallas, TX. show that the death rate from all causes is about 50 percent less in moderately fit men and women than in the non-fit at any given point in time. Indeed,
an article in the New England Journal of Medicine last year
concluded that “poor physical fitness is a better predictor of
death than many other factors, including smoking, hypertension and
heart disease.” Other studies show that exercise dramatically
improves the quality, and well as the duration, of life, not just be
reducing the risk of physical diseases but by reducing depression,
stress and anxiety as well. And yet,
many Americans don’t do it. Figures
released earlier this year by the National Center for Health
Statistics show that while one in five Americans do engage in a high
level of regular physical activity, an astounding one in 4 “engage
in little or no regular physical activity.” The data come from
32,000 interviews conducted in 2000. That’s
appalling, given that it doesn’t take all that much exercise to
meet the government’s recommendations, which say, among other
things, that a person should engage in physical activity, at work or
at leisure, that causes light sweating or a slight to moderate
increase in breathing or heart rate five times or more a week for at
least 30 minutes each time. The
excuses people offer for not doing this minimum are legion. Too busy
with kids, work and housework. Too fat to look decent in exercise
clothes. No place to walk in dangerous neighborhoods. Too tired. Too
impatient to build up stamina slowly. Etc, etc. So take
it from a newly minted triathlete who, like all but eight women in
the Danskin triathlon, finished the course, with glee (and great
admiration for the winner, who finished in an hour and five minutes,
29 seconds). Don’t
think of exercise as one more “should” in your life. Think of
it as a treat, a break from the kids and the computer. A time to
get away by yourself, or to socialize with fellow walkers. It’s
not just for your body. It’s for your soul.
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