Trying to avoid too much lethargy on a rainy Sunday afternoon, I decided to give a post-nap trip to the gym a go.

As a plus, my 13-year-old son Jacob also decided to come with me.  I drafted a quick workout game plan and I presented it to Jacob for his review.  Eight exercises, I was ready to go.

Jacob considered my handiwork and grabbed a pen.  Cross out, replace.  Cross out, replace.  Cross out, replace.  Cross out, replace.  Cross out, replace.  Cross out, replace.  Of my eight suggestions, only two made the cut.  It appeared as if my old man exercises had been retrofitted for a new generation.  One of my picks had even been replaced by “???” Yep, the unknown was apparently a preferred choice.  Still, I was ready to give it a go.

No bother.  For 30 plus minutes, I hung with my replacement model.  Newer, stronger, faster, better.  You know what?  I’m good with that.  Just as long as he keeps smiling while correcting me and allows me to catch up with him every now and then.  I can certainly give that a go.