The Bodhisattva of body builders, the joculator of juice, Jack LaLanne has died at 96.

At 60 he swam from Alcatraz Island to Fisherman’s Wharf handcuffed, shackled and towing a 1,000-pound boat. At 70, handcuffed and shackled again, he towed 70 boats, carrying a total of 70 people, a mile and a half through Long Beach Harbor.

LaLanne’s approach to physical and mental wellbeing had a lot in common with the yogic tradition of the East which hipsters were embracing right and left in the sixties and yet in that decade LaLanne was considered a square. As much as he was goofed on for his comic book adverts and straightedge style, he was in fact way ahead of his time, making the connection between how you feel and what you eat and recognizing that the best cure for feeling like shit is getting off your ass and moving your body. In an era when America was enthralled by the TV dinner, LaLanne was celebrating the therapeutic power of the carrot.

In 2004, LaLanne shouted at a San Francisco Chronicle reporter “Would you give your dog a cigarette and a doughnut for breakfast every morning? People think nothing of giving themselves that for breakfast, and they wonder why they don’t feel good.”

In this clip from 1959, LaLanne appears on “You Bet Your Life” hosted by Groucho Marx. As Groucho waves his cigar around like a lethal wand and attempts to poke holes in LaLanne, the juicerator maintains a Zen cool. You gotta love this guy. His good vibes will be missed.