Pumping Irony

Can I expect to run my annual 5K without any training, like I did last year? A new study could get me on the dreadmill.

Lately, I’ve been debating the value of sleep versus exercise — and exercise is losing.

By avoiding TV sports on the weekends, I’m probably improving my health.

Injuries force my tennis buddy to play left-handed, which will probably make her smarter — and our matches more competitive.

You get old, you fall, you die. But there are alternatives.

News of George W. Bush’s heart surgery left me thinking that my slacker fitness routine might be OK after all.

My distaste for olives probably will not affect my life span.

After a weeklong vacation, I need to convince myself that it’s time to get back to my fitness regimen.

A new study suggests that those who feel their life is calm are less likely to suffer from stress-related illnesses. Count me in.

Hearing of the death of the world’s oldest man, I fight the compulsion to obsess over longevity.

Back on the golf course last week, I renewed my traumatic relationship with the club and the little white ball.

Puttering around the house is a great way to change up your workout routine.

Will doubling my 15-minute daily workout add years to my life? Not so much.

Dementia has reached epidemic proportions in the U.S., so why is it declining in Sweden?

Could we Baby Boomers actually be healthier, as a group, than the generations chasing us?

Motor skills don’t start to deteriorate until you’re 64, according to a new study, so I have no excuses yet for my lame tennis game.

I’ve never enjoyed static stretching before a workout, and now it appears I should avoid it altogether.

I always thought my hearing loss was all about growing old, but it’s really about too much noise.

TV commercials are constantly urging old guys like me to “ask my doctor” about cholesterol-lower drugs. We’d be better off ignoring them.

Playing video games is supposed to help oldsters like me feel happier, but I’m perfectly happy living in the real world.

Nothing like crashing onto an icy sidewalk to get you thinking about growing old.