…in which I plan on getting to grips with a pull up bar and try not to mention having a cold
So I’m on the first phase where you just let yourself down gently from eight chin ups. Five times. Can’t wait to get started.
I’ve also borrowed some weights. My daughters (5 and 7) both independently hit out with comments like, “Why have you got these plastic weights? They’re really easy to lift,” and “These are quite light.”
So, I am looking forward to using them creatively. I have a vision of a wee circuit in the garden that I can do and then hare around the block in such a blur no one sees me and then do it again, for however many reps it takes me to feel sick. It’ll be great.
Less great, I am missing my second training session as we speak, because of a half-hearted virus style vague illness. In my family, one is mercilessly mocked for classifying such ailments as worthy of mention, so I apologise at once for mentioning it.
But at least I can plan my circuit and watch YouTubes about pull ups.