Pumping Irony

When you’re battling the common cold, a little exercise is just what the doctor ordered.

Swedish researchers have an answer for menopausal hot flashes: Just relax. Easier said than done, I suspect.

Sometimes you have to channel your inner 12-year-old in order to get yourself moving.

A new study says you need to take 6,000 steps a day to be a healthy middle-aged woman, but what if you’d rather ride your bicycle?

Does a good night’s sleep become more unlikely as you hit your golden years? Not necessarily.

A 5K race on New Year’s Day outside in Minneapolis? Seemed like a good idea at the time.

There’s no better way to recharge your fitness routine than a little friendly competition.

Ten miles on the bicycle — when interspersed with yoga and acupuncture — makes for a pretty great afternoon.

Can an apple a day keep dementia away? A new study suggests it can — as long as you chew it well.

Vacation’s almost over, so it’s almost time to get back to the gym. Can I do that without hurting myself?

I’ve always been leery of interventionist medicine, so I was happy to see a new study suggesting that ignoring a prostate cancer diagnosis is just as effective as treating it.

A new study suggests resveratrol could help geezers stay upright more often, but don’t head for the wine bar just yet.

I can’t think of a better way to enter my seventh decade than by being completely present right now.

A tennis injury reveals the wisdom behind listening to your body and the surprising advantages we all have over professional athletes.

Golfing has been mostly a social exercise, but what happens if I suddenly start hitting it straight?

A bicycle outing in the north woods results in a whole new way to think of the triathlon.

One happy consequence of aging is the decline in testosterone levels, though a new study suggests that age has nothing to do with it.

There’s still hope for those of us who don’t always have our brains fully engaged.

Thinking about death might be one of the healthiest things anyone can do.

When it’s 70 degrees in March, watching basketball on TV really loses its appeal.

French lessons haven’t made me fluent, but at least my brain’s getting a good workout.