I have already posted the particulars a couple of times throughout the last 8 or so years on this forum but to simplify things, I’ll put it this way. From what I have been told, I lived a major portion of my life as though I had a death wish and if my body hadn’t quit on me about 10 years ago, I wouldn’t be hitting the gym and working as hard as I do when I’m there. Contrary to what many might think, I do like building muscle mass but that isn’t the total focus. The millions of chemical and cellular reactions that occur during a controlled workout actually create an atmosphere of repair not only for muscles but for the organs, brain, bones and all the rest of whatever goes into the making of the human body. Through a lot of faith (the key to any healing process) and hard work, I’m still here. My past could still catch up and I could die of a heart attack today but that said, it won’t be because I gave up.
Today is gym day so whilst I am throwing around a few thousand pounds of plates, she’ll be in the pool swimming laps and water aerobics. Funny thing about that though. We both come away tired and hurting and definitely ache the next day but that said, it’s a good type of ache and to some degree it’s rather satisfying. Perhaps I really didn’t have any type of death wish when I was younger and just had some latent tendencies that lean toward masochism?
I was a runner in my younger days and my feet took a beating, but arthritic toe joints would have probably happened anyway, so I don't think I can really blame running. I kept company with John Barleycorn for too long in my misspent younger days, but I think I may have come out of that unscathed as far as I can tell. Broken ribs from a motorcycle accident still annoy occasionally.