When we set a goal, miracles happen at lightning speed. So, what miracles might we achieve at age 100? According to my interpretation of recent data, 100 is the new 30. To explain, I saw a YouTube health clip that claimed we can build strong muscles even in our hundreds. If we eat ultra-healthy, avoid toxins, and exercise regularly, we may be healthier at 100 than we are today. Fit at a hundred is the new normal.
I found this great system for getting a healthy heart. I bought an Amazon stationary exercise bike using a payment plan. (I’m still paying it off, but I’ve used it so much that it has already yielded a spectacular return on investment.) I downloaded a high-intensity training interval timer phone app. I set it for 30 seconds of bike sprints and 30 seconds of slow cycling, repeated for 10 minutes. Once that is done, I do 20 to 30 minutes of slow cycling while reading Pim van Limmel’s book Consciousness Beyond Life. As a result, my leg muscles have bulked up incredibly in a short time. I aim to do this fast portion of the bike sprint, called an “exercise snack,” for ten minutes daily. To my surprise, I felt elated after doing my first set. I thought I’d feel throttled, but that’s not true. Instead, pleasurable endorphins exploded within me.
To stay young, a loved one started drinking Kombucha instead of pop. Pop takes us closer, inch by inch, to our deathbed, as pop wreaked havoc on my stomach, face, and teeth, causing weird loud noises to come from my throat and gurgling in my gut that kept me awake, fretting, at night. Kombucha, a healthy substitute, takes us toward health, as it is full of probiotics, fruit, and teas.
Another age-defying activity is meditation. I started taking up meditation again despite previously having an aversion to it, as it activated chronic fatigue. However, I discovered hyperventilation breathing, where we rapidly breathe in and out of our noses, which boosts my energy and shoots off endorphins. So, I set my high-intensity interval timer for 30 seconds of hyperventilation breaths and 30 seconds of rest for five rounds.
Another age-reduction tactic centers on supplements. I started taking a teaspoon of chlorella daily to eliminate heavy chemicals and toxins and boost my immunity. A loved one takes it and hates the flavor but loves the benefits. I dreamed of buying it for him for years and would longingly window shop at health food stores, reading the chlorella and spirulina labels, wishing to one day earn enough money to buy him a bag. I would visit health food stores multiple times weekly to peer at everything I dreamed of buying him. But I’d buy only a box of herbal teas or walk out empty-handed due to a lack of budget.
My next big health move is to get chicken feet from the Chinatown grocers and brew bone broth in a crockpot, as collagen keeps us young. I researched soup bones and would love to get beef soup bones and a 20-dollar Amazon crockpot, drinking collagen daily. Why not age younger every day?
I also have two new health goals: compete at the Olympics for my age category in one of two types of races: backstroke swimming or track and field sprinting. I just finished watching the first day of Olympic swim tryouts, where my swim coach was competing, and watching the process demystified it, like visiting an exam room before the exam to get a sense of comfort and relaxation. I’ve already begun narrowing down who will be my first female Olympian potential track-and-field sprint coach, and I start my online $100 sprinting course soon. I always thought I couldn’t compete as an athlete due to my height. However, many Varsity sprinters appear to be 5 foot 3 inches, so I’m tall in comparison, so height is not a disadvantage. (I now joke that I will win the Olympics in twenty years, as long as Olympian swim champion Maggie Mac Neal starts swimming less often.)
So, dream big. If others don’t view our dreams as crazy, we aren’t dreaming big enough. That quote is from the audiobook, How Champions Think, by Dr. Rob Rotella. Let’s make 100 the new 30 and be fitter at 100 than we are today—so fit, we win gold at the Olympics! As my Olympian wrestling coach with the permanent smile would say, “Go get ’em, Tiger!”
