Just back from South Boston. Worked out.
Shot hoops (with a nearly flat ball).
As I exercised I realized why I do this. It makes me feel alive. I wish more than anything Becky could be here to enjoy these days with me. On the way home I stopped for lunch. In the state of Virginia it is illegal to pass through South Boston without stopping for a cheeseburger at the Dairy Dell. While waiting for my meal I acted like a prisoner of war who hadn't eaten in 5 days. I couldn't stuff that thing in my mouth fast enough. Fortunately, the level of fun I'm able to have isn't determined by how much I can lift or how how many buckets I make. So don't worry about how much weight there is in your bench press or whether or not can dunk. Exercise is so much more than, well, exercise. More than anything else, I focus on making exercise fun.
You (yes, YOU) are capable of so much more than you know. Think about what you could accomplish if you had no limits. Now go out there and DO IT.