Brasil, Brett, Ogre - all of you are right, of course. For 54, I’m doing OK. In some ways, better than OK. Just saw the doc today and my condition is tip top.
When I say physically inferior, I mean my memories of my boyhood. I didn’t want to go all Oprah on you folks, and didn’t mean to fish for compliments, but truth is the toughest battle is inside me. Let me give a few examples:
basketball in grade school. didn’t have the strength to get the ball in the basket. heave as hard as possible, the ball floats up and barely touches the rim.
boy scout hike. all the boys out-walked me. I strained, I pushed, yet everyone else just disappeared around the bend.
phys ed. could barely do the warm up calisthenics. strained, grunted, shook, gasped, could barely do the movements. these were the warm ups.
college. tucked a textbook and notebook under the arm, walked to the next class. small campus. by the time I got to the classroom my arm was literally cramping from the effort.
You get the idea. I had the physique of a pool cue - literally.
Add to that all the bad advice I got for weightlifting which gave me zero gains for years. In short, frustration has been my biggest enemy.
I don’t like writing this because it feels like self-pity, and I’d rather feel accomplishments. You all deserved an explanation. You’ve given me respect, and that’s exactly what I wanted, not pity. That’s why I’ve spent years pushing the iron.
Now let’s get those squats up.