This is how Cato and I spend our Sundays most weeks: hanging out at the baseball diamond watching “daddy” play ball.
Daddy plays outfield and used to close as a pitcher. His arm can’t take that kind of motion anymore so he is starting to work out again at the gym on his own.
Nevermind the fact that I have a degree AND a certification for personal training/exercise science. Does he listen to me, though? NO.
So even though I can help him, he thinks everything I tell him to do contradicts what he has been taught. Sweetheart, I love you but it’s not 1999 anymore. ❤
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