Just yesterday, they were talking as I walked up, “I hate him”. And they both laughed.
They were “kidding” as they talked about how fit I am. It’s simply the reality that makes up my day. I’ve come to understand that it will probably never go away. You know what it is?
I’m the kind of person people love to hate. At 51, when you do things like this, you get the predictable response.
It’s comical to me, because when I started, I was pathetic.