Ah, exercise. How I love to loathe you. Now I’m not talking about the physical activities that I conveniently consider part of my new fabulous lifestyle, such as yoga. I’m talking the specific training to reach a specific goal … and the necessary conditioning that is needed to improve performance.
That part blows.
Back in my high school gymnastics days, how I remember doing countless crunches, leg lifts, push-ups etc. Sometimes I felt like the conditioning lasted longer than the practice itself. Now, 20 years later, I once again need to hit certain conditioning milestones (or “achievements”) in order to reach a broader goal:
I need to do three chin-ups. And god help me, I am a wimp. Weakling. Otherwise pathetic. And why do I need to do this?
As I’ve mentioned before, I take flying trapeze classes, like any other normal woman in her late 30s. In order to progress to the intermediate level and accept all the benefits, rights and privileges associated with this title, I need to pass a physical fitness test.
Push-ups? No problem. After all I can chaturanga dandasana like nobody’s business.
Sit-ups? Surprisingly, I can get through these as well. Where there is a will …
But pull ups? Good lord, I dangle on that bar like a piece of string blowing in the wind. A sad, pathetic string.
So I purchased an over-the-door pull up bar, from which I dangle from daily. You would think I would see improvement? Maybe?
Although this morning, a breakthrough. I DID ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! One chin up, all by myself.
One down, two more to go. Then, I have to do them all at the same time. Hmmmmmmm.
Back to the bar (literally and figuratively).