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A 67-year-old man walks into a gym and … cut! Everyone knows what happens next. It’s a familiar screenplay trope. But here’s how it played out for me.
It’s a Friday evening in March. I have spent the day working at home, interrupted only by lunch with my friend John. I haven’t been to the gym for a while, as my shoulder is knackered. But I’m missing the buzz of exercise. So, I head to the gym – the same one I have been going to regularly for nearly 30 years.
