DETERMINATION UP THE WAZOO
I’d be lying if I didn’t acknowledge that I wasn’t just a little proud. During Covid times, my eldest son Maximilian has embarked on a quest to transform his physique. It’s not that he was a slouch before, but something gripped him to put in the work to do something special. To look the way we all, if we had the determination and the time and perhaps a few less decades on the clock, would want to look.
I’ve seen it first hand the hours after hours he’s put into this. It’s not fast and it certainly isn’t easy. It’s not one or two days a week but most of the days of the week., week after week, month after month. And the amount of mostly lean, high protein food this young man can consume is startling. Between him and his younger brother Solomon, half of our fridge is full of high fat, high protein Greek yoghurt.
And to make this all the sweeter, he’s done this from home while finishing the last year of his masters program and most recently, the preparation for his thesis. Impressive to say the least.
But I am the grateful beneficiary of a young man who doesn’t mind having his picture taken, so what more can a dad who likes to take pictures ask for? Max is willing to ham it up and do what’s necessary to show off his hard work. My job is to try to not screw it up.
I posted recently about my ailing mother as well as the birth of my grand niece, two important events in our family. This post is a postcard to Max and his older self. A reminder to him of the year and time we’re living in and how he spent it doing pull ups and stomach crunches and the myriad other gruelling activities to sculpt his body. We can’t stop time, but we can certainly freeze it for a few precious seconds.
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