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.
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.
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.