Since when did drinking beer and eating potato chips become the national pastime for men? Hey, I love a beer or two but loafing on a sofa all day, slurping brewskis, screaming at tv screen doesn't really scream high testosterone. Golfing might be a sport, but it is it exercise? Whatever happened to racquetball and tennis. These two sports have lost out to golf in the last two decades with men while testosterone levels have dropped and waistlines have increased. That brings me to my question. What's happening to men?
My main complaint about the opposite sex is that they often feel sorry for themselves, hiding behind a tub of Ben and Jerry's while watching some second rate tv show. Now with men, it's less about feeling sorry and more about bs.  Sitting in some bar talking about what they used to do in high school as if it was last week. We all know the guy who looks like he might have a heart attack while screaming at the football game on television. He might walk around in his favorite players jersey but underneath he bears little resemblance.
Come on men, get up off your asses and start working out and getting back in shape. I'll let you on a secret, your wife/girlfriend still loves you even though your soft and flabby. She's not going to say anything. Maybe she even likes you all cuddly and teddybearlike, and being in shape isn't the end all. We have bills to pay, jobs to do, kids to spend time with.
However, when was the last time you felt like you were 18 years old, full of adrenalin,  energy, and vigor? Can you run a mile at the drop of a hat? If I wake you up at 5 am, could you go outside and run a mile without puking? Can you do 10 push ups? How good are your legs? Do you use back pain as an excuse to not help a friend move a refrigerator? What kind of man are you? Just a paycheck, a six pack of beer and some potato chips? With a good system of training, and some effort you can make a world of difference. Look in the mirror, are you truly happy with yourself the way you are today? Time to get to the gym, field, road and start busting your ass.
Tom Pollard