|Don on the vault|
Too often, the image of the 60 plus crowd exercising are these static, boring exercises done with bands and exercise machines. It is as though some higher power got to declare that once you hit 60 you are condemned to a life of 2 lbs dumbbells and jazzercise classes.
Growing up often means learning limitations. This is not so bad, as learning limitations, boundaries and perhaps curbing recklessness also means we get to live in a world with others. We learn social graces, we learn the word no and the trade off is (hopefully) that a rich and colourful social world is opened to us. The negative side to all this is that modern culture can destroy the will to move and to try new things. When Eugene got his chin up at the age of 68 he was essentially giving the cult of youth a good kick in the arse.
What I find particularly damaging about this pervasive cult of youth is that it dictates and then it stifles the desires of those bodies that are excluded from its ideal. And yet, there is a will to play, to conquer, and to experiment in the older folks at Flux that I have noticed is absent from many of their peers.
Play lights us up.
Play gets us off.
Play fuels desire and will.
|Eugene working on brachiation|
|The vanguard at Flux House Blend|
|Jan working on his straddle|
|Joan's amazing bridge|
|Theresa on the Parkour vault|
|Theresa on the bouldering wall|
|Theresa practicing hip raises|