First published at RGQ this morning.

My son began his gym rat days as a sophomore in high school, at the age of 15. Since that time, he has tried many different types of gym things. He has tried extreme fitness stuff and been so muscled he was lumpy.

Today, he is owner and head coach at CrossFit Hilton Head. I am linking to his webpage because it can explain what CrossFit is much better than I can. There are several pages, different links, movies of athletes at his “box,” and much more.

My son has competed in several garage games and even hosted one at Hilton Head this summer. Athletes are dedicated to total fitness, not just one facet. It isn’t just weight lifting or strength training. It isn’t just endurance. It isn’t just cardio or just mobility. It is ten different facets of fitness all built in one place.

Those who come to the box are athletes. And they are helped to achieve “broad, general, and inclusive” fitness. The specialist excels in one arena, often to the detriment of other facets of overall fitness. At the box, all types of fitness are enhanced.

And it isn’t just fitness. There is also a focus on nutrition with an emphasis on the Paleo diet. And it isn’t just that … but a sense of community and cohesiveness. Athletes (not members, but athletes) don’t come to the box to use machines and ignore other members. There are no earbuds and very few machines.

Movements are based on how we use our bodies throughout the day and throughout our lives. There are community projects and causes. There is a philosophy that what takes place at the box doesn’t stay at the box but makes your life richer, better, and more grounded outside the box.

I have watched my son go from some bulked up muscle bound weightlifter, to a healthy, strong, resilient athlete. And better yet, I have watched him enjoy bringing others to this same place of health, fitness, agility, strength, endurance, and most especially generosity. Their community is wonderful.

I have been the score keeper for his I CAN Games, a really fun adventure as I watched athletes compete from six groups. Men’s proscribed, scaled, and masters and women’s proscribed, scaled, and masters. The “masters” here refers to older athletes. I’ve also been on The Rock when he was running a blood drive and contributed to that endeavor as well.

I’ve loved watching what he does.

I used to be a jock. I’m old now. I’m so old that my son is a small business owner. I have four grandchildren aged from 3 to 9. I have had an AARP card for over a decade (because you can get one when your spouse turns 50). I am 59 years old.

Today, I weigh more than I weighed just before that small business owner was born. Of course, I tell myself, he was born early and weighed only 6 pounds and 1 ounce. I’m only two pounds lighter than when his brother, full term and weighing 8 pounds, was born. In other words, I’m not my old svelte self. In fact, I’m what I consider fat.

To be sure, most people who see me don’t think of me as fat since I can wear a size 8. But realistically speaking, I weigh as much as I did very, very pregnant. I don’t like that. I’m also really out of shape. I get winded easily. I can’t open my own jars. What I do best is sit at my computer and read screens.

I hate the way I feel – old and weak. I hate the way I look – old and fat. On the plus side, I have silver/gray hair that I absolutely love and a sense of style which plays out in an extensive wardrobe.

So, I don’t have too much to do. I want to lose 15 pounds (but I wouldn’t cry if I lost 20). I want the jiggly parts of my body to only jiggle when *I* want them to, not just because I’m walking fast. I want to open my own jars without a struggle.

I went to the free introductory class at CrossFit Summerville: The Anvil on Saturday. I didn’t do well. In fact, I mostly sucked. I was there with six young men who were all so much better at everything (except the one stretch thing where even old, as a woman I just did better). I couldn’t get through the entire hour. It was pitiful.

However, I went back on Monday afternoon and signed up. I began my first class. I’m going to revert to my old racquetball self. (I haven’t played for about 16 or 17 years now and apparently that is enough time to turn into a total slug.) I can see that it will be a struggle. But on the bright side, I can’t get worse. There is only one way to go from here.

I have watched as Kirsten began running again and I’m thrilled with each of her “best time” reports. She has done so much. I plan to become an athlete, just like her. And my son. And his brother.

The best way to live a long and healthy life is to get out of my chair. And no matter how slow I go, how little I can do now, I’m still lapping everybody sitting on the couch.

Do you have any health goals? Do you have any exercise regimen? Have you ever heard of CrossFit? (I hadn’t until my son opened his box.)

Will you help keep me accountable? I need you to watch me and make sure I don’t weenie out. I can do this with your support.