The signs were all there: greying temples, an expanding waistline, skyrocketing cholesterol levels. Old age was coming in hot.
There were changes at home too. Those ever-present bags of chips and cookies disappeared overnight while fruits and veggies suddenly filled every available nook and cranny. And workout clothes were laid out daily, freshly laundered and folded.
His wife was anything but subtle.
Randall pressed the start button and felt the treadmill lurch. She was concerned about his future. And hers. And their three kids.
He smiled. Was this considered her love language?
He had no idea. But it should be.
The Weekday One Hundred 