This is me..

I haven't posted anything in a really really long time... Just felt compelled to share... I spend just about every night in the gym... With the love of my life... We're getting in shape, and loving life... I'm in better shape now than ever before in my life... Mostly just putting this up as sort of a bookmark in my life...
I guess I've  recovered from my father's passing except for the time I'm in the gym, and shit gets hard... I feel his absence then... I understand why he passed.. He stopped being active, or vital... And then everything else went way too quickly... That inactivity slowly d him down, which made it even harder for him to become active again... All in all it snow balled, and made him weak... And like I said in his eulogy.. To me he was superman... The man who invented tough... Defined it.. Lived it.. And was always strong..
So... Is it vanity, and pride that make me work out so hard? To train so vigorously? No.. It's the love, loss, and longing of the best man I've ever known... I miss you Dad.
Do I think I'm as strong, or stronger than him? Nope, not even slightly.. I'm just trying to be me... His son... I'm trying to live a life he would have been proud of...