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In a few months I will turn 62, which means I will be eligible to draw Social Security. I have no idea how that happened so quickly \u2014 time is whooshing by at warp speed. I don\u2019t plan to begin receiving a monthly check then, since it would be greatly reduced. Barring unforeseen financial reversals, I plan to wait until I can receive the full take \u2014 at 66 years, two months. And, of course, if I croak I will not be receiving a check, but my Beautiful Mystery Companion will until she turns 65. I find all this faintly ridiculous.<\/p>\n

I take note of this age milestone because a few days ago I achieved the highest vertical leap of my lifetime by jumping up on a 25-inch foam box \u2014 several times in a row. This was during a CrossFit Citadel class where we often do such crazy things such as jumping on a box, pushing 190-pound sleds outside in 90-degree heat, back-squatting, rowing 1,000 meters, jumping ropes and other madness. I have worked out three or four times a week for more than 18 months. I am pushed physically harder than ever in my life, and I love it.<\/p>\n

About that vert\"\"<\/a>ical leap. It is not particularly impressive. But I am a short, old white guy who never could jump very high. So 25 inches has taken me to new heights, as others in the gym are easily transcending three feet.<\/p>\n

About the foam box. Everyone else in the class jumps on plywood boxes. An athlete who misses landing on the top of the box ends up with barked shins. At my age, despite my enthusiasm for CrossFit, I practice risk avoidance. It takes forever to heal at this juncture on life\u2019s winding journey. So I bought a foam box and donated it to the gym about a year ago. When one misses jumping on a foam box it just means a two-foot fall to a rubber mat. I can survive that \u2014and have \u2014 since I did miss once several months ago. Pride was the only injury. As one of the oldest folks in the gym, I don\u2019t have much pride to injure.<\/p>\n

Speaking of jumping, for the first time in three-score-and-deuce years, I can jump rope. I have never<\/em> been able to jump rope, from childhood forward, not that I tried much after the age of ten. When I first started, Jon, the gym\u2019s founder, pronounced me the worst jump-roper in gym history. He was being kind, as always. I might have been the worst jump-roper in American history. I could not successfully complete more than two single-unders, as they\u2019re called.<\/p>\n

Now, on a good day, I\u2019ll go 100 reps without missing, and I on occasion can pull off a double-under, where the cable whistles twice under my feet while they\u2019re in the air. That is rare, but it\u2019s my next goal. Who would have thought I would be working on jumping rope at this age? Certainly not me.<\/p>\n

This all can sound silly to an outsider, and certainly it is not for everyone. Thought, honestly, it can be. The gym to which I belong has kind coaches who know how to accommodate all ages, shapes, skills and infirmities. They are well trained and welcoming. I have never been much of a joiner, beyond what was required for my profession, but this is a tribe to which I enjoy belonging. Every workout is an adventure, a communal excursion into pushing oneself to the limits \u2014 without needlessly risking injury. Without these coaches, there is no way I would push this hard.<\/p>\n

Like enthusiastic golfers \u2014 and I was one in a previous life \u2014 CrossFitters tend to talk a lot about this passion. One of my favorite images is of the late Gene Wilder dressed as Willie Wonka. The caption \u201cOh, you do CrossFit? I had no idea\u2026 Said nobody ever.\u201d Another: \u201cMy hardest workout is trying not to look bored while you tell me about your workout.\u201d<\/p>\n

I have learned to limit my conversations about it to fellow athletes \u2014 or people I have not already bored by talking about it. So that eliminates most everyone I know. Now that I have written this, I won\u2019t devote another column to it, promise.<\/p>\n

Unless I manage to jump 30 inches or string together a dozen straight double-unders. Then all bets are off.<\/p>\n

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