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by Sanford Rose

Sanford RoseKISSIMMEE, FL—(Weekly Hubris)—2/14/11—Well, it doesn’t quite cure everything, but it’s about the most cost-effective tool around.

I’m talking about exercise. Not just walking, but something dubbed high-intensity interval resistance training.

Most of our economic problems stem from the deteriorating health of an aging population. The problems usually manifest themselves as metabolic syndrome, which is a constellation of cardiovascular disorders including high-blood pressure, Type 2 diabetes, and dyslipidemia (low HDL, high triglycerides and high LDL).

The real culprits are poor diet and insufficient physical activity, which together promote premature apoptosis (cell death) and mitochondrial exhaustion.

Even those who retain health and vigor until their late 60’s generally succumb during their early to mid-70’s. Post age 75, the rate of decrease increases. Legs stop churning. Muscles gelatinize.

There is now a growing body of literature postulating that this need not occur quite so rapidly and so disastrously.

Of course, eat a diet consisting primarily of legumes, grains, fruits and vegetables—with some B-12 supplementation. But that’s all anodynia.

Less well known is the need for strenuous, not just moderate, resistance and weight training. Such activities have been closely correlated with delayed cellular senescence (immune system stays revved up) and enhanced mitochondrial biogenesis (muscles stay harder and fitter longer).

The literature on strenuousness is not unanimous. But the consensus is that while champion power lifters may be at risk for shorter cell life, most of the rest of us will stick around longer the more push-ups and pull-ups we can execute.

So my cure for metabolic ills. Gradually (and very deliberately) train up to the following routine every day: elevate a treadmill to its maximum, set the speed at 3.5 miles and run uphill for five minutes. Pause for one minute. Redo. Then, after four cycles: go to the pull-up bar, do ten repetitions (pronated position) twice. (Though it is a myth that women can’t do pull-ups, substituting push-ups and lat pull-downs is a lot less strenuous.) Then hit the shower

It works for me: I’m 78. Blood pressure: 100/60; heart rate: 46.

Dick Cavett once said that old age had one redeeming feature: “It won’t last long.”

I’m trying to disprove him.


Sanford Rose, of New Jersey and Florida, served as Associate Editor of Fortune Magazine from 1968 till 1972; Vice President of Chase Manhattan Bank in 1972; Senior Editor of Fortune between 1972 and 1979; and Associate Editor, Financial Editor and Senior Columnist of American Banker newspaper between 1979 and 1991. From 1991 till 2001, Rose worked as a consultant in the banking industry and a professional ghost writer in the field of finance. He has also taught as an adjunct professor of banking at Columbia University and an adjunct instructor of economics at New York University. He states that he left gainful employment in 2001 to concentrate on gain-less investing. (A lifelong photo-phobe, Rose also claims that the head shot accompanying his Weekly Hubris columns is not his own, but belongs, instead, to a skilled woodworker residing in South Carolina.)

3 Comments

    • srose

      Sir poet:
      Believe not what you see.
      That man, he is not me.
      He is a person of great strength,
      But his years are not of my length.
      Sanford

  • eboleman-herring

    OK. The jig is up. That IS an Upstate South Carolinian artist posing as WH’s photophobe financier, but I can assure one and all, the REAL Mr. Rose is as formidable as the also very real Mr. Walter Haney (see TheRenaissanceManllc.com), and BOTH are imposing physical specimens. Vassili, I shall stalk Sanford with my camera this summer in Florida: I’ll try to catch him on his treadmill. Like Sisyphus, he’s there most days, at an absurdly steep inclination.