When I’m at the gym training, older people [my age and much older] look at me like I’m out of my mind.
They’re only partly right.
I am driven to perform in an abnormal way for men my age.
I guess they assume I a recovering drug addict swapping addictions, or someone in therapy.
Like I said, partly right.
Long story short, I’m an outsider in every sense of the word.
First, my workouts look like actual workouts, rather than strolls around a track on a failing hip, porous bones, and bulging discs.
Some refer to such people as blood sacks.
To the point, I could trip and fall in the gym and the worse case scenario might be a spilled sports drink, not the complete annihilation of my skeletal structure – hence blood sack.
This is where you want to be at this stage of the game.
Then there’s the mental toughness that working out reinforces.
You feel in possession of yourself and relevant in the context of survival.
This is a big deal to older men, believe me.
If you feel weak, you feel irrelevant no matter what else you have going on in your favor.
While success is a great thing, success and good health are better.
Just ask anyone who doesn’t have either, or both.
