There I sat, sweaty, tired, sore and drained, watching my two sons continue to goof around on the gym floor. They were both attempting half-court shots as I sat there wondering where they got the energy to keep going after two grueling hours of family competition on the basketball court.
As I watched my oldest son, 25, and my 18-year-old move around with what seemed like a never-ending supply of energy, I remembered a time when I had that same energy. I grabbed a towel, covered my face and began the process of recovery.
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