I’ve seen the hunched over man, who is maybe 80 years old, at the gym a couple of times lately. He wears dress pants and long-sleeved shirts with his sleeves rolled up.
A couple of weeks ago, he worked the pedals on an exercise bike, slowly pumping his way to better circulation.
Yesterday, he walked past me while I was on the treadmill. I didn’t see which machine he’d been on, but it didn’t really matter. He was there again, and I was impressed.
He doesn’t dress or look the part of a stereotypical gym member. Neither do I. But we’re both still there, putting in the miles.
I’m guessing you are, too, in some form or fashion.
Don’t stop. There’s too much at stake.