Alright, so the Florida heat… it’s a different beast. You step outside and it feels like you’re instantly wrapped in a damp towel that’s been microwaved. But that’s where we’ve been putting in work with my son, out on whatever patch of decent grass we can find.
Man, it’s a trip. Not that long ago, I was the one barking out instructions, pushing him through agility drills and teaching him how to read a defense. Now, he's showing me drills that we never would have dreamed up in the 1990s football game.
There's this real sense of gratitude that washes over me when we're out there. My body ain't what it used to be of course...Years of getting hit, twisting, and just plain grinding will leave their mark. But I can still get out there. I can still run routes (albeit maybe a lot slower 😀), I am fortunate to do some of the drills he was doing.
It’s not about trying to relive some glory days or pretend I’m still the same back I was. It’s about connection. It’s about sharing something fundamental, something that shaped a big part of my life, and now continues with him. Seeing him lock in on a drill, the same focused intensity I have… that’s something else.
Then of course we hit the gym. These workouts aren't just about getting stronger or faster. They’re about building something deeper. It’s about the unspoken language of effort, the understanding that comes from pushing your body to its limits, side by side. It’s about being there, not just as a dad, but as someone who gets it. Someone who knows the grind.
I don’t take these moments for granted. Stay after it!
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