Walking the Line...

Over the years I've beat the hell out of my body. We men do it all the time. Played sports in HS in college, lifted, pushed, pulled, crushed things in my yard, my brother's yard, my friend's yards. More concussions than I can count, some for being just downright stupid. You know what I mean. But it wasn't until I turned 50 that I realized, really realized, my body actually is the so-called "temple" my wife had been telling me about and I MUST start taking care of it. I swear, one day, I woke up and it was like all of a sudden every bone in my body ached. Wasn't I just 29? Now I knew it was time for me to walk the line with my health so I could start feeling more like me and less like a geriatric patient in a nursing home.

So, I researched.