pull-ups

So.

While Tony was away at Boot Camp,

in a show of solidarity,

some of us were working on getting in a little bit better shape here at home.

We've got a pull-up bar in the hallway, we do timed crunches, some people run, etc.

I tried and tried to do a pull-up.

Just one.

The family finds this tremendously entertaining,

as I use my feet to claw at the doorframe, to help push my chin towards the bar.

I remind them that I have to work way harder than them  - not only am I farther from the bar, but there's a lot more to lift!

Well, Saturday, for the first time ever, I managed to get my chin above the bar!!

Marin was the only one to witness it, but she was appropriately impressed

 and I called Tyler to tell him the good news, too.

He feels that pull-ups with feet propulsion don't really count.

whatever. 

Sunday night, the guys were talking about how much easier it is to do a pull-up on a real bar.

So I asked, 

"So, if I go down to the shop, I could probably do a pull-up?"

(Brandon and Tyler are building a gym out in a portion of the shop)

To which T responds, "Yeah, if you could jump high enough to grab the bar."

(It's is like 50 feet high)

and Ton' adds with a grin, "But there's nothing for you to use your feet on..."

I get no respect.