John Baker
Final Approach
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John Baker
Yesterday, I went down to Ocean Beach Hardware and bought a bunch of assorted pipes and fittings in order to make myself a pull-up bar out in my garage. I spent the bulk of today working on it, along with a few trips back to the hardware store to pick up fittings that would actually work for my project. As an ex paratrooper, about fifty years ago, I could at that time, easily do fifty pull ups without hardly thinking about it.
I even joked down at the hardware store about them being able to hear me cussing and screaming for half an hour all the way down to their store, then finally hearing me yell out...or croak out...... "one"
So I completed my project a few minutes ago. The bar is hanging nice and solid just above my reach. I'm thinking I had better take it easy at first since I haven't done a pull up since my Army days, so I'll just do around five or six of them for now.
I skillfully leapt onto the bar and started to pull...nothing....I could not pull myself up even an inch. It was a real WTF moment for me. I do twenty to thirty push ups every morning, this should not have happened.
Now I'm thinking that I just threw away forty dollars on pipes and fittings, along with wasting pretty much my whole day installing it. So I decided that this can not be, and I gave it another shot. I think I felt myself moving upward a slight fraction of an inch, but it could have been my imagination, I'm not sure.
Frustration began to slither in to my normally happy and confident self. I waited a few minutes and gave it a third try. Along with a few colorful adjectives, I pulled myself up, I guess two or three inches, before an incredibly painful jolt tore through my left arm and shoulder, so I gave it up for today. I am encouraged though, and I feel that if I work at it every day for a month or so, I just might make it to "one."
Perhaps my money and time has not been wasted after all.
-John
I even joked down at the hardware store about them being able to hear me cussing and screaming for half an hour all the way down to their store, then finally hearing me yell out...or croak out...... "one"
So I completed my project a few minutes ago. The bar is hanging nice and solid just above my reach. I'm thinking I had better take it easy at first since I haven't done a pull up since my Army days, so I'll just do around five or six of them for now.
I skillfully leapt onto the bar and started to pull...nothing....I could not pull myself up even an inch. It was a real WTF moment for me. I do twenty to thirty push ups every morning, this should not have happened.
Now I'm thinking that I just threw away forty dollars on pipes and fittings, along with wasting pretty much my whole day installing it. So I decided that this can not be, and I gave it another shot. I think I felt myself moving upward a slight fraction of an inch, but it could have been my imagination, I'm not sure.
Frustration began to slither in to my normally happy and confident self. I waited a few minutes and gave it a third try. Along with a few colorful adjectives, I pulled myself up, I guess two or three inches, before an incredibly painful jolt tore through my left arm and shoulder, so I gave it up for today. I am encouraged though, and I feel that if I work at it every day for a month or so, I just might make it to "one."
Perhaps my money and time has not been wasted after all.
-John