The bold green letters popped off the page. “How to Lose 20 lbs. of Fat in 30 Days… Without Doing Any Exercise.” I kept reading with one skeptical eye open. I skimmed the information on the site with an aim to quickly dismiss it as some kind of huckster marketing ploy. In no time, I’d be being pitched for the latest boxed meal program, fad diet, dvd, or ebook.
My body clenched, tightly anticipating a cleverly crafted hook to come in at the end of the post. “Ok, ok, ok I’m going to be asked for my credit card or paypal account. Wait for it.”
So, I made it through the 21 Day Pull-up Challenge. Here is a link to the original challenge.
I started out like a ball of fire. I was able to knock out the early days like nothing. It was when I reached the challenge days in the teens that I began to struggle. I took short rests in the middle of sets. I even had to grab a resistance band to help with some of the late sets of the workout. No shame in that, I made it through and often did a couple extra reps with the resistance band.
Clouds gave way to clear skies as my mom dropped me off at my first baseball practice. The field was freshly cut and the infield’s rock-hard gravel was meticulously groomed. My mom thought it might be good idea to expose her 5 years old boy to a team sport.
Wisconsin is known the world over as America’s Dairyland. The landscape, littered with a subtle reminder of her history. The era of the family farm may have eclipsed, but the skeletons still remain. Casting a shadow over the unkempt fields and weathered implements, the derelict remains of barns still stand tall.
Barns serve as a touch stone to the glory of our once thriving agrarian ancestry. Their unique architecture and warm weathered coats whisper a silent story. It only takes a short drive from the most metropolitan of locales to discover the remnants of Wisconsin’s past.
During the first meeting with my personal trainer I was asked, “What’s one of your fitness goals?” I hesitantly responded, “I want to do 10 pull-ups.” The thought of committing to that kinda scared me. I could do less than 3 real overhand pull-ups at the time. Those three usually consisted a lot of grunting, groaning, and a bead or two of sweat on my brow. Seeing how little I could do then and how far I’d have to go to get there was intimidating. Only a few months later, it seems miniscule now.