{"id":2567,"date":"2015-04-23T10:08:31","date_gmt":"2015-04-23T08:08:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=2567"},"modified":"2015-10-24T11:40:47","modified_gmt":"2015-10-24T09:40:47","slug":"7-minutes-in-hell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=2567","title":{"rendered":"7 Minutes in Hell"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/workout-7.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-medium wp-image-2568 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/workout-7-300x210.jpg?resize=300%2C210&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"workout 7\" width=\"300\" height=\"210\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/workout-7.jpg?resize=300%2C210&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/workout-7.jpg?w=420&amp;ssl=1 420w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>When I went to the doctor with heel, calf, knee, neck, and back pain, I was fairly certain that my career as a long-distance runner was about to be put on hold.<\/p>\n<p>Sure enough, when I told him I was a runner, he shook his head and said, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou should swim instead. Running is giving you these problems.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Translation: You are forty and your body hates you.<\/p>\n<p>Despite the fact that I used to look for excuses to get out of physical activity, I was truly bummed. Running was a way to keep active, clear my mind, and keep me from needing a muumuu and a motorized scooter with a <em>Home of the Whopper<\/em> decal on the side.<\/p>\n<p>I needed to do something physical to counterbalance my predilection for hotdogs, pizza, Irish Whiskey, and couch.<\/p>\n<p>And yet, I knew swimming wasn\u2019t it. Oh, swimming is fun, and you can sometimes trick yourself into feeling like you&#8217;re at summer camp. But swimming not only involves being almost naked in public, it involves being almost naked in public while exercising. Plus, there&#8217;s my odd back hair patterns to consider and the fact that swimming involves urine, only some of which is mine.<\/p>\n<p>When a friend suggested I try something called the <em>7 Minute Workout<\/em>, I slightly scoffed. Slightly, because anything involving the word <em>workout<\/em> can make me its prison bitch, it was the <em>7 Minute<\/em> portion that got my scoff. Still, after reading about it and losing a key battle in the war against the belt notches, I decided to give it a go.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->The<em> 7 Minute Workout<\/em> consists of twelve exercises that you are almost surely familiar with, including abdominal crunches, pushups, a wall sit, running in place. All of these you can do at home, needing only a chair, a wall, your body weight, and, depending on your condition, a phone pre-dialed to 911.<\/p>\n<p>The idea works on what\u2019s called \u201chigh intensity interval training\u201d which in layman\u2019s terms means doing different exercises for short intense periods with brief rests in between.<\/p>\n<p>In out-of-shape chump terms, it means: holy frick this fricking sucks!<\/p>\n<p>About a month ago I could no longer rationalize putting off a workout that takes seven minutes, so I tried it for the first time. I found a timer on the internet and locked myself away from the cat, whose interference would have been imminent and bloody.<\/p>\n<p>Seven minutes, I thought, I can do this. While I blacked out for most of the workout, here are the highlights.<\/p>\n<p>Jumping jacks are harder than I remember them being before football practice. Granted, I was thirteen then and had something we like to call &#8220;energy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Wall sits are a teasing mockery of my favorite activity: sitting. Of course, there is no chair. The only way to make this more of a torturous tease would be to add a mock pie eating contest to it.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a thing called a plank. And, um, you don&#8217;t want to do one.<\/p>\n<p>Running in place is harder than you think (don&#8217;t tell my doctor I&#8217;m running); and then there are the lunges, squats, triceps dips, and other thirty-second implements of torture.<\/p>\n<p>At the end of the first workout, I decided to lie on the floor and meditate on the pros and cons. Plus, I needed to learn how to breathe again. The negatives were all superficial: it&#8217;s hard, not as pleasant as a run, my downstairs neighbor already hated me. I can&#8217;t remember the positives, because I passed out shortly thereafter.<\/p>\n<p>But now, a month later, the negatives are far outweighed by the positives. It&#8217;s extremely time-efficient. It only takes seven minutes, even now when I do a double session and stretch it&#8217;s still only twenty minutes from start to finish. It&#8217;s done at home, old lady neighbor be damned. I think I am developing an ab. Plus, I often find loose change during my post-workout meditation-weeping sessions.<\/p>\n<p>And at the moment I am winning the war of the belt notches.<\/p>\n<p>In case you are interested. Here are the links to the New York Times article on the <a href=\"http:\/\/well.blogs.nytimes.com\/2013\/05\/09\/the-scientific-7-minute-workout\/?_r=0\">7 Minute Workout <\/a>and the <a href=\"http:\/\/7-min.com\/\">workout timer<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I went to the doctor with heel, calf, knee, neck, and back pain, I was fairly certain that my career as a long-distance runner was about to be put on hold. Sure enough, when I told him I was a runner, he shook his head and said, \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cNo?\u201d \u201cYou should swim instead. 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