The following is not an April's Fools joke though it felt like one at the time: I did a pull up!
An actual factual pull up. Like some hardcore Marine or GI Jane.
Back at the new year, I made it my goal for 2010 and I even included it on my life list right after through-hike the Appalachian Trail and climb Mount Fuji. I'll tell you a secret, though: I never really thought I could do it. I used to do gobs of pull ups way back when I was a tough kid tomboy... more than two decades ago. But I lost the ability to hoist my fat arse within six inches of any bar when I quit gymnastics, grew four inches, filled out a bra and created the fat arse of which I write.
Nonetheless, I set my goal and told my trainer and even shot a funny little video wherein I made a fool of myself and proved the impossibility of the pull-up task. Since then, every time I go to the park, I hang from the monkey bars and give it a go. Every time I do, I stop short about three inches below the bar. Completely unable to move even a smidgen further. It's like my face meets a brick wall.
"Oh, hello big insurmountable obstacle, I didn't see you there."
I told my trainer of the dilemma. Showed him the brick wall I can't break through. And suffered through his prescription: increased weights and dramatically less resistance on the assisted pull-up machine.
Recently, I started training for a half marathon as well so I've been running, swimming, biking, stretching, strengthening.
And I guess something clicked because today I shocked myself. I was at the park with my father and the kids when I walked over to the monkey bars and told my Dad to look. Told him to watch the progress I've been making (or rather, not making). I fully expected to repeat the broken record, to pull myself to within spitting distance then stop like the Earth at armageddon.
I went all the way up. Fast and easy and smooth like I've been doing it for weeks, months, years. Like those two decades that separate athlete me from Mama me never existed. I sailed right up and my chin went right over and it was an absolute out-of-body experience because WTF?!
"I DID IT!!" I yelled as if no one was looking. But there was someone watching. My Dad was watching. He saw it. He can vouch for me. I did it. No joke.
Then I tried it again....
And if this were a movie, the sound guys would insert the sad trombone sound effect here. Because I couldn't repeat my triumph. I got stuck in the same blasted sticking spot.
I will not be deterred though. On the contrary, I've now decided that if I could do one pull up with just three months of work, surely I can do two pull ups with a little more time.
I've amended my goal accordingly: two pull ups by the end of 2010. Who wants to join me?