Posted on Monday, December 3, 2012 in Uncategorized
For months my son Josh would invite me to join him at the gym he works out at. Sometimes I went, sometimes I didn’t.
More often than not I had an excuse not to; I was too tired or busy (or lazy).
When I was young and fit, fitness seemed to take so much less work.
When I was “little” I was full of energy. I’d play all day only stopping when I had to go back home.
I’d annoy my parents by getting up too early.