The Weight of the Turn

Sunlight burst through the southern window near my workout station, warming the black rubber floor, releasing that familiar smell of sweat and gym mats.As I stood over the barbell, a swirl of reminders filled my mind, like the overloaded swing thoughts I used to carry as an ineffectual youth golfer. Only this time, I was a graying dad lifting weights, partly out of fear I would soon be unable to put muscle on. But more than training to open jars in my seventies, this trip to the gym was borne on