I grew up liking it. Conan,Tarzan,watching old Hercules movies with Steve Reeves, they all relied on their physical strength. I lifted off and on since I was a boy, but got into it seriously in my late thirties.
My mom died in her early sixties from obesity, she was always over weight but when her back gave out and she had spinal fusions and became bed ridden, well you can’t lose weight when you can’t even walk. She spent the last ten years pretty much confined to a bed. I think towards the end she wanted to die, she was miserable.
My dad hurt his back in his early twenties, had three back operations. These were done back when they butchered you. He has lived on pain pills his whole adult life. He is seventy nine now and his only complaint is he hurts all the time.
I’m fifty now and fear drives me, fear of not being able to do it anymore, fear that if I stop lifting, only bad things can happen. Don’t get me wrong, I love it too, probably more now than ever. Never would have thought I would still be doing the stuff I can still do. I tell my sons that I’m still the herd bull, and they’re going to have to wait their turn. [/quote]
I agree with what you’re saying. I see so many parents (hs teacher) and fellow teachers who are in such pathetic shape — no wonder a lot of our kids are out of condition. I want to tell them to get off their asses, put down the coffee and doughnut, and go at least take a walk. But everyone has to figure it out for themselves.