I grew up spotting my dad in our home’s garage gym. Almost as far back as I remember, my father had me standing behind him as he pounded out reps on his old Weider bench press. I would watch the bar go up and down and stand ready to grab it if needed. Throughout the 80s, my dad was the guy in a sweatband and sleeveless shirt who insisted on moving a few hundred pounds of iron around in his garage several days a week. When the 90s rolled around, having a legit home gym wasn’t common, but my dad was still hard at work, sweating in the humid southern summers and freezing in the wet winters. At the time, I didn’t realize how unusual it was to have a dad that worked out regularly. It was normal to me. It never occurred to me that there was a reason my dad was fit and healthy while all the other dads in the neighborhood were overweight and out of shape. It also never registered to my young mind that my dad was teaching me things I didn’t even realize I was learning until much later. Fast forward a few [...]