Two weeks ago I had the pleasure of training alongside him on a Saturday morning. That's when he is truly "in his element". It's still a little intimidating for me because I know how serious this time is for him. But when I watch and feel his training energy I can't help but recognize the years and years of hard work that drives him to perfect each movement he makes.
I noticed the "purposefulness" of everything he does in the gym. It's no joke! There's nothing casual about it. It's serious sh*#! And as I watched him warm up and then start his work sets, as he was snatching all of this hit me and I thought "Wow, this man is almost 50 years old! He's hot!" and I ran to get the camera to take a picture (picture to be posted this afternoon!).
I also noticed how watching his KB training was like watching him connect with his gymnastic past. It's about movement. Movements of strength and grace. Swinging arcs, power, momentum. It was cool!
I have to confess that I've never really appreciated his physique. Maybe because it has always been part of who he is. Although I have to admit he has always had "killer arms", and beautiful hands. Strong hands. But at the age of 50, how many men are still striving to be the strongest they can be? How many men at the age of 50 have never missed a workout? And I'm sure I'll be able to ask these same questions when he's 60, 70, 80 and get the same answer!
But for today he's 50. And I hope I can help make this a happy day for him (wink, wink). I've never had more love, more respect, more devotion, more appreciation than I have today, for my Man at 50.
Your wife, Tracy