No One Ever Taught Me How to Sleep

I suppose there is a reason for everything.

I used to think that I was strong, maybe not stronger than most, but stronger than average. I could squeeze out a few reps of 250 pounds on the bench. My deadlift weight was decent but not anything near strongman level. I could squat even more, but lifting lost its luster over time.

I had my firstborn son PJ and between the late nights with my handsome boy and work hours, I had no desire to wake up at 4:30 a.m. in the morning.

I wish I had stuck with it. Then came the “injury.”

For years, I was certain that I tore my rotator cuff and would need surge...