I really considered somehow tying this post to Valentine’s Day, but try as I might, I just can’t bring myself to publish any of the following titles.
- An ode to pull ups
- Oh pull ups, how do I love thee?
- My love – the pull up
It just gets campier from there.
I wish that the pull up was something my husband could give me — all tied up beautifully in a little box — but it isn’t. It’s something I have to give myself… AND I have to work for it.
I haven’t been doing as much pull up practice as the other stuff. It’s been so cold that I haven’t wanted to go outside and jump on the bar. But starting Saturday, I refocused on my goal — an unassisted pull up. The above photo was taken at the end of a skills session for challenge participants. Among the items we worked on — pull ups.
I really wanted to get my first one there at the skills session. And I’m just a few inches away. But no pull up.
I felt discouraged the rest of the day, which no doubt contributed to my major meltdown Saturday afternoon.
I’ve been working toward an unassisted pull up for the past two years. TWO YEARS! OK, OK — so pregnancy set me back a little. But I’m back to where I was pre-pregnancy, and I’m ready!
There are less than 3 weeks left in this challenge. I’m going to focus on pull ups and handstands. Maybe one day I’ll get pull ups like this: