It's not working out

Sulu:  Sir, enemy vessels sighted at 7 o'clock.
Kirk:  Curse those fiends.  How could anyone stoop to such an early hour?
Sulu:  Sir, they have just installed a pull-up bar device.
Kirk:  Will they stop at nothing?!
*BOOM*
Kirk:  Damage report Mr. Scott!
Scott:  Sir, we've sustained a major blow to the pride!  We cannota take another blow like that, Sir!

     The ol' stretchy bands snapped on me a couple weeks ago so it was time I took some drastic measures for my physical therapy.  And I'm supposedly whole again but too afraid to go find out just how weak I really am now.  So I took an anti-climatically head-long dive into wall push-ups.  Yay.  It would actually be quite embarrassing to admit that I was getting somewhat of a workout from it if it weren't for the fact that it was an improvement for me at that point.  Fortunately I can proudly say that I'm at knee push-ups and going "strong".  Note: they will not be referred to as "girl push-ups" again until I've graduated to real push-ups.

     Actually, this morning I installed the pull-up bar.  Our apartment is pretty old and we've got a couple of very high door frames.  This works out perfectly because I hate trying to do pull-ups and only getting partway down before I am standing on the ground.  Bending my legs isn't an option for me because... it isn't.  That's about as logical of an argument as I can make about it.

     Pull-ups and chin-ups are a wonderful experience for me.  Were a wonderful experience for me.  Even back in elementary school, as weak as I was then, I could do pull-ups.  When I say "weak" I really mean it.  When all the other kids were doing 10 or some unconscionably large number of push-ups, catching hard, round flying objects out of the air with their hands, or many other herculean fetes of strength and skill I was in the back doing the Chubby Checker 'Twist' to try to make it to push-up number 4.  But somehow I could do pull-ups

     So now that I've graduated back to being able to do pull-ups I'm feeling humbled once again.  I managed to crank out a couple sets of 3.  3 pull-ups.  And they were the hardest 3 of my life.  I'm pretty sure I could hear bone-on-bone contact each time I went up, and rust breaking free and dissolving each time I let myself back down.

The best part about my state of muscle-building is how long it doesn't take me.  I felt ready to be done after about 15 minutes.  I'm sure this was entirely physical and not at all mental.