My best age was 39. I fast walked 5 miles in 55 mins every day. Rain or shine. Yes, 11 minutes a mile. Walking. I ran around joggers.
My BMA was 7. Waist 30. Chest 42. Arm 15. Weight 146 with 5' 10".
A lean, mean, motherflowering machine.

I was attending Bally's at the time. Nobody dared to get in the track with me. Not even the over 6'.

I busted a knee. Needed an arthroscopic. Said no. Risked arthritis.
Which I don't have to this day. But no cartilage either.

That was the day the music died.
I still eat like a horse. I don't believe in diets.
But can't get back to optimal weight. Which will be 170. I'm at 185 now. Sustained.

If I could cry, I would.

Cheers.