Hey everyone, I'm still alive. Couldnt find my old thread... sure miss it and everyone who contributed.
My life's falling into "normal" for a 52 year old guy trying to pay the bills, resurrect a marriage, overcome foreclosure and so on. My wild comeback of a year and a half ago seems more like a dream now as everything went to hell and I had to spend the last year just crawling out of the abyss. I am just now setting up a home gym in yet another house we moved into out in the boonies and finally am getting at least a bit of the bug to train again.
But I'm afraid the heavy stuff is over. I went to the Mayo clinic to address my HRT problems as well as my back and leg problems. They were some of the first smart doctors I have come across, helped me with proper treatment and validated the damn shame that all of my problems were caused by massive varicoceles that I should have had operated on twenty years ago. I also learned that my back has deteriorated with three discs now out and my radiculopathies are more widespread with bilateral inner leg paralysis now. However, I wouldnt post this without something decent to report. The day I found out about the leg deterioration and that I am now officially 15% disabled, I went to visit a friend of mine who coaches high school track. He had no throwing coach, so I spent a wonderful afternoon teaching kids the shot and disc. I threw them for the first time in thirty years...I had vowed never to touch them again because of my bitter disappointments (Olympics etc). But I had a real blast, especially throwing the shot. Beat the best kids...threw the little ball 49 feet.
Considering I havent touched a weight in four months and I had just been told never to do anything too "strenuous," I felt it was one last "fuck you" to doctors and their assumptions about normalcy. Hey Hel, how far do the old farts throw in Masters?
Never say die, Doc