Sunday, January 23, 2011

Muscles Didn't Make Jack LaLanne Mighty

Well, one muscle did. It was his big heart that carried him for 96 years. RIP, Jack. I think I'll tow a freighter with my teeth while swimming handcuffed tomorrow in your honor. After I chip the ice off the river, of course.

Fitness guru Jack LaLanne, 96, dies at California home.


Mother Effingby said...

One of the happiest memories I have is working out to Jack LaLanne's show with my mother. I was very young, perhaps not more than 3, but I remember her faithfully working out to it every day. You remember the little square you used to stand on and twist around? She would use that in her workouts. Stirrup pants, little slippers a chair and Jack LaLanne. Every morning. And then to the twister.

Joan of Argghh! said...

My high school friend and I had lunch (at Wendy's!) with Jack LaLanne, oh so many years ago. He was teaching a body-movement class for a theater symposium and she and I had the temerity to invite him to join us for lunch, like silly geese.

He came along and had a baked potato, of course. So gracious and so passionate about healthy habits and all that he states here. His was a single-minded focus on life and happiness.

julie said...

Rest well, Jack - you've earned it.

SippicanCottage said...

If "I ate baked potatoes in Wendy's with Jack LaLanne" isn't on your business card, get thee to Kinko's and get new ones.

I'm now cooler than I would be just because I know you.