Life at age sixty and memories from my youth this morning.
Smiling laughing this morning memories as I drink coffee .
Thinking forty two years ago P.T. Young kid in the P.I.R. After the usual push ups sit ups mountain climbers then closing ranks for a five mile run.
A lot of us perhaps still drunk from the night before and functioning on a hour sleep.
Our old man the C.O. He was a marathon runner he is leading the company run we’re on our way back to the company area.
And the old man leads us to the obstacle course to close out the run.
And you’re thinking what a fucking sadist asshole then we were young and could take it.
This morning after the gym walking into the grocery store I get a cramp in my left foot in the parking lot. No other options can’t turn back you have to push through this because you are low on milk bones. And a big score shopping because you found a squeak chick for your rotten soldier.
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Youth is wasted on the young.
Just some advice, keep moving! I slowed down and got a bit lazy and now the aches are coming in spades! 
haha you have a way with words my friend 
