My Personal Vuelta: You’re only as old as you decide to be
About five years ago, I filed my papers to officially become an old guy. I was married with a kid. My back kinda bugged me all the time. I considered myself lucky to get a surf in bi-monthly. And while I wasn’t fat, I certainly wasn’t working too hard to fight my slow-growing tummy pudge. …
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