I don't know why I have this desire to keep up with the boys. It might have all started when I was young and all I wanted to do was whatever my brother did. If he played cars in the dirt, I played cars in the dirt. If he rode his bike, I rode my bike. If he ate dog food, I ate dog food.
I work a very physically laboring job and it just so happens that the person I work the most with is a strong, healthy 21 year old man. He is a hard worker and for some reason I find myself, not competing, but trying to hold my own next to him. I do pretty well, considering I am 32, heavy and have a bad back and two bad knees. I just can't pace myself or separate the fact that I am not built like a man (not that I want to be).
Trying and doing boy things is how I hurt my knees and back to begin with. I just don't know how to be any other way. I wouldn't trade the fun I've had with the boys for anything not even two good knees. I loved playing ball with my brother and the guys, I love doing all these "boy" things, I just need to find a balance because I am going to hurt myself again and I need to be smart if I ever want a little NayNay or Deano in the future.
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