This is our new chin-up bar. Its arrival in our home is due to our daughter's recent completion of the Presidential Physical Fitness test. She did well despite having avoided most any type of physical exercise for the last decade or so.
It was also prompted by a conversation Checkered had recently with his friend. They were commiserating about their junior high and high school years when they couldn't do chin-ups in gym class, when they weren't nominated for any homecoming courts, and where maybe life wasn't so happy. But those guys grew up to be smart guys, and great husbands and dads. And Checkered grew up to be very sexy. But they never forgot those no-chin-up days. Nor did they forget the less-than sympathetic gym teachers.
So we have a new chin-up bar.
I watched in amazement as my oldest three kids did a chin-up or two or three. I watched as Checkered did lots of chin-ups and pull-ups, and my mouth fell open when my youngest guy did chin-up after chin-up after chin-up after chin-up...
Then it was my turn.
I got my hand grip just right. I got Checkered to promise that the door frame wouldn't break. I pumped up my courage and pulled.
My Christmas gift to myself is going to be one chin-up by the 25th . Just one.
I hope I make it.
So we have a new chin-up bar.
I watched in amazement as my oldest three kids did a chin-up or two or three. I watched as Checkered did lots of chin-ups and pull-ups, and my mouth fell open when my youngest guy did chin-up after chin-up after chin-up after chin-up...
Then it was my turn.
I got my hand grip just right. I got Checkered to promise that the door frame wouldn't break. I pumped up my courage and pulled.
My Christmas gift to myself is going to be one chin-up by the 25th . Just one.
I hope I make it.
