And this is where the Dad Bod enters the room, clears its throat, and sits down beside you. One bad day. It’s the sentence: “Ah, sure, I’ve ruined it now.” That sentence turns one bad day into seven. I’m starting to understand that I’m not fighting my body — I’m negotiating with history. So this week isn’t about failure.

Source: Irish Examiner January 15, 2026 02:40 UTC