So two days ago my son who is 39 years my junior challenged me to a foot race, now I’m a fairly active guy, play tennis twice a week, go to the gym 3 or 4 times a week, do all the heavy lifting jobs around our little farm, BUT it took maybe 10 strides into the race before I hit the deck… hard!!

My wife, in-laws and one of her uncles and aunts were all spectators, after they had finished laughing and I’d picked myself up and hobbles over to them, my wife said that if it wasn’t for the lack of a loud bang they thought I’d been shot.

Today I had to take myself to urgent care as the pain hasn’t gotten less, in fact it’s gotten worse, turns out I have a 5xm tear in my abductor longus, the guy doing the scan nearly wet himself laughing when I told him how it happened, turns out that sympathy isn’t offered very easily to us Gen Xers.

Anyway I knew this day would come when my kid was quicker, just wasn’t expecting it so soon, now he just needs to get stronger so he can come do the heavy lifting when fire wood chopping