WWhen the sun shines, your local park’s exercise zone will be filled with young, lean, muscular men, bare-chested and performing incredible moves that look like they’re done with CGI. Entering this world as an ordinary person in his gray chest hair years is a bit intimidating, I admit. But I’ve come to love the energy and sheer pleasure these uber beings have in their physicality.
I wait for my turn, there is a minimal exchange of eyebrow signals to determine I’m ready to go, then I grab a bar and pull my late-medieval, cloth-covered body into the air. In my head, the topless younger men around me are quietly awestruck. Every now and then I am asked how old I am and