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When the sun is out the exercise zone of your local park will be filled with young, lean, muscular men, bare-chested and performing incredible moves that look as though they’re done with CGI. Entering this world as a regular human in his grey chest hair years is a little intimidating, I admit. But I’ve grown to love the energy and the sheer pleasure these uber-beings take in their physicality.
I wait my turn, there is a minimal exchange of eyebrow signals to establish that I’m good to go, then I take hold of a bar and haul my late-middle-aged, cloth-covered body up into the air. In my head, the topless younger men around me are quietly awestruck. Occasionally I’m asked how old I am and
