As you may know, for me an adventure – despite possibly being an overused word – is the best there is.
Whether it’s deep in the outdoors, or pounding New York city concrete at home, these are the moments that make me feel the most alive. Usually, with my 10 year old sidekick in tow.
What you may not know is that last year, I spent some time out of the game. I was laid up for weeks due to hamstring surgery at the end of 2018. And truth be told, I think it struck fear in the heart of my son.
Fast forward to today, and I’m climbing my way back. Working hard, getting stronger. Spending hours in the gym and on a physical therapy table. Last weekend we tied a 90 minute nerf battle. Tied after 90 minutes. I’ll take it.
To be clear, it’s been haaaaard. Up to crying “uncle” more than once on the PT table. If I don’t do the work, my hamstring will never come back on its own. So, on this Father’s Day, that’s what I’m grateful for: the possibility that through hard work, I can get back in the game.