While working on her arm hang at Kids' Bootcamp, Adelle Christine is modeling the many emotions I have felt about my pull-up resolution this week. |
Picture #2: BTW, it's actually time to do this thang. Coach Rut nudged me toward the pull-up bar this week because apparently I need to actually start working on a pull up. Rut showed me how to use a pull-up assist thingy-ma-bopper that hangs from the pull-up bar. Somehow I'm supposed to get my awkward, uncoordinated 5' 10" frame and size 10 foot into this contraption and actually begin working on a pull-up. I'm preparing to relive my elementary school/junior high p.e. days as the not-so-agile girl amidst the lithe and lean athletes on the other side of the gym. "Whatevs," I think. I resolve myself to hang.
Picture #3: WTF Best miserable scrunched up nose picture evah. Whose idea was it that I should learn to do a pull up? Damn it. I have a blog. People are going to know if I back out. Accountability sucks. I hate all athletes who are super-fit and make everything look easy. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. I missed three workouts this week because I felt fluish, and I got behind at work. I might cry. Great. We're doing a million double-unders for our WOD today? That'll be freaking AWESOME considering that I can't do double unders either. I hate this. What's that? I have some chocolatey looking substance on the back of my super-cute Wonder Under Lulu crops. Of course I do. I should back out. I will never be able to do a pull up. Totally dumb idea, Jennifer. I'm miserable. This bites. (I dreamt about Reese's Peanut Buttercups last night.)
Picture #4: :l Determined Face FINE. I will do this. I don't want to break Paleo because Heaven knows that I do not want to go through carb withdrawal again. It's time to buck up, stay true to my resolution, and go forward. I've come this far.
Peace out, pull-up peeps.
Stay tuned for more frequent posts.
Gotta get back on track.
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