Tis better to have lived, than exist unhappy and old...

A week ago today, I participated in the Fight Gone Bad. A gruesome workout that left me with the realization that if I ever got into a fight, I would have, at least, 30 good seconds...maybe a minute before I passed out from lack of oxygen and adrenaline excess. I was sore for a few days, but back at it again by Wednesday. I left the gym feeling not my well-earned 34 years, but younger. I don't feel old. I feel 'lived'.