The life of the aging Everyman Athlete was summed up by my eight year old at a triathlon this past summer. I had just had a pretty good day and managed the overall win against a group of much younger guys. As I staggered a bit in the finish area, feeling the effects of the day, my son ran up and asked, “Did you win?”
“Yep.”
“Cool, Dad…..can we go swimming now?”
You gotta love perspective. •
