Sep 17, 2019
4 min read
VO2 Max
“Do you remember how you carried Charlotte on your shoulders and my backpack strapped to yours when we went up the Grand Canyon?”
The tone of disappointment was unmistakable in my son Sam’s voice. I knew he was struggling to reconcile his memories of me as always strong, always indefatigable, always reliable, with the current version of me at sixty.
