We all know that guy*. The weekend warrior type who plays softball or some other sport once a week and does so with the mindset that he’s still 20-years old and in the best shape of his life.
It’s this same guy who, for the three, four or even five days after a game complains that he’s sore, grunts every time he gets up from a chair, can barely walk but still believes that he’ll adjust, get back into the swing of things and will be fine in a week.
Trust me, I know. I am that guy.