Last fall I had surgery to fix torn cartilage in my knee. It was originally injured when I was 15 years old, then aggravated in June, 2017, and finally blown out in March 2018 while squatting 300 pounds.
I'm not 40 years old any more. :(
That injury and surgery threw me down the "no fitness" well. Finally, this past January (2019), after a week in New Orleans of rich foods and wonderful adult beverages, I reached bottom and returned to the gym.
I've not missed a workout since. I'm getting dialed in on my nutrition as well (shout out to TestMax Nutrition) and it's wonderful. My strength is returning. I'm being very careful to stop lifting heavy -- which is a bummer -- but I'm still enjoying revived health and vitality. My energy levels are up.
Best of all, my mental health and clarity is through the roof good. I don't know if I've ever been happier, more focused and strong. It's a wonderful blessing.
I'll be 60 years old this coming May. Where did the years go? Just ten years ago I was 16 and tooling around town in a BMW and enjoying all the lack of responsibility that accompanies high school.
Now I'm old.
Turning 40 and 50 didn't bother me at all, but this one -- 60 -- is really hitting me hard.
But not in a depressing or negative way. No; it's bringing a flood of mental clarity about my remaining years (I'd say 25 if I'm fortunate) and my current life choices. It's much easier for me to prioritize and see the future.
I'm fortunate to be in fantastic health, and I'm determined to remain in great shape. I hit the gym and lift weights five times a week and am, quite frankly, pretty strong. I like and appreciate that.
I guess what I'm realizing is the wisdom that comes with old age. It's pretty cool. It has a calming effect. The sky's not falling, neither The Left nor The Right have The Answers to everything, and I'd rather sit aro…