At my request, Tay put a chin-up bar across the doorway to the yoga room. A friend had given it to us for Christmas, and Tay was just going to give it away. I like doing some ab-work while hanging from those arm strap things at the gym, so I figured I could use the bar for that if nothing else.
“I put your chin-up bar in,” he said the other day when I came home from work.
“Oh Yay!” I shouted, as I dropped my purse and laptop and went bounding down the stairs in my work dress and heels. Jumped up and grabbed the padded grips. Huffed and puffed and pulled as hard as I could… but couldn’t get the chin to the bar. Couldn’t even get the top of my head to clear the bar. I turned my hands the other way. No dice. I tried again and again. Just got weaker and weaker, until I gave up, rubbing my sore arms. “Ouch, that hurts,” I said. Tay just laughed.
Sigh. I guess I’ll keep working on those abs.