I’m 68, and I just lifted more than my 26-year-old son.
I know, you're probably thinking: ‘don’t hurt your shoulder patting yourself on the back…’
But the truth is, I really am proud.
Because just a year ago, my strength and mobility - it was terrible. I was even struggling to get up my stairs. Sounds crazy now, but there were a few times my wife had to help me up the last couple steps.
In those moments, I’d never felt so ashamed.
I’d gotten weak. And it was the everyday stuff that sucked the most. Getting up off the couch made my knees shake. Washing the car left my muscles aching for hours, sometimes days on end.
