This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Barb Higgins, 63, a part-time CrossFit coach from Massachusetts. It has been edited for length and clarity.
Our town is very close-knit, so I already know a lot of the parents at pick-up and drop-off at the school where my son, Jack, recently started kindergarten.
Nobody bats an eye when I arrive, though some of the kids seem a little curious about why I look older than their moms and dads.
Jack doesn’t register that I’m in my 60s
One child said out loud that I looked like a grandmother. Her mother seemed mortified. I didn’t mind in the slightest. “I’m 63, of course I look like a…
