My bet is that many readers might have a garage a lot like mine: Old tools and yard care equipment stacked on shelves lining the walls, an old washing machine over there, an old desk in another spot. My hockey stuff is still set up like I am going to play tonight. I have not played in an organized game since 2007. In between all of that stuff is the junkyard: Boxes, decorations -- Halloween through Valentine's day all in one giant mess. Underneath all of that stuff, and barely visible, was what remained of an athletic youth that had melted into adulthood. Iron. Lots of weights, standard, not Olympic. I am that old. My bench, lat machine, preacher curl support, an old slant-board, and a nice selection of dumbbells and kettle-bells. All still there.