Climbing Fences

Fences used to be easy to climb.

I never met one I didn’t think I could scale.

Maybe it was the challenge.

Maybe it was curiosity.

Or maybe I liked feeling like a little badass.

Got to the park early with my son. Gate was locked. Four-foot fence.

Cool. Let me show the youngster how daddy gets down.

Little man got it clean, damn.

Ok buddy.

The fence and my arms shook.

I felt slow, stiff, and a little scared.

The chances I’ll need to climb one for survival are slim.

Never zero.

I’m not about to start hopping fences around town at 45.

Athleticism isn’t just lifting and cardio.

I haven’t been jumping, crawling, or skipping… and it showed.

Now I am.

Versatility is my goal as the miles add up.

This is why I train.

I’m not done moving like an athlete.