Every morning I try to knock out a hundred smile-ups. Smile-ups are push-ups for your face.
I am working on earning those crinkled crow’s feet near my eyes. The kind that old, happy men wear like medals. I am also trying to undo the Shepley frown I inherited from my grumpy Oldman. Some things get passed down whether you ask for them or not. My dad handed down a big can and a pissed off smirk.
One of my new disciplines for 2026 is to have a smile when I pull up to a red light.
It keeps me from cursing the fact that I’m stuck at this F’ing intersection. It also throws the other drivers off if they glance over at the handsome prick in the Ford Flex. Maybe the smile spreads, maybe it doesn’t, but it is better than scowling at brake lights.
It is a cold and cloudy Saturday. The Six Nations are on the television and the Olympics are wrapping up.
England versus Ireland is the early match followed by Wales versus Scotland.
Saturday is rugby day, so find someone to ruck and scrum with today… at the pub, on the pitch, or under the sheets. Keep your face loose enough to smile while you do it.
