We have a Norwegian lady at my fitness club. I thought she was my age. And then she showed up with a 30-year-old son.
If you look at her face closely, you can she’s not 40. Or even 50. But she’s so fit and has such an athletic body that it’s easy to make the mistake.
The son, though, is nothing like the Norwegian mom. He’s pudgy and unfit. He had to interrupt the workout several times to go catch his breath, which none of us middle-aged ladies had to do.
I’m from a pudgy culture myself, so I commiserate with the guy.