I used to think like that too. I manually lifted the back end of a (small) car so that it could be moved to the side and let a handicapped man take his car home. And even more superhuman feats. Now the ACL in both knees is gone, the cups are torn, and I walk like an old man. I can't even jog off the pounds...
Do what you do for the old man you want to become. Either a self- sustaining model for others to strive to be like, some old coot trapped in a wheelchair, or someone dead at a young age of skin or lung cancer. Your job will not thank you for taking short cuts with your health.
Grunt and strike your chest for the guys, but don't f*ck with the old man. He will catch up with you.
David A. Smith
I'm sixty. I have cervical spondylosis. I broke my back in July. Three shoulder operations. One knee. 8.5 hour heart surgery. There's more.
The old man caught up to me a while back.
Steve