Monday, December 1, 2008
Meet the Enemy
Meet the enemy. My enemy.
It's our newly installed chin-up bar over the shop door in our basement.
I was so excited for Peanut Head to install this thing because all my life I've wanted to be able to do a chin-up.
Except all my life I never wanted anyone watch me attempt to do a chin-up.
So now I can do that chin-up in the privacy of my own home. Alone. By myself.
It's a good thing I was so cautious, because I can't do a chin-up to save my life.
Not even one inch.
Or one millimeter.
It's so sad.
The thing is, I am going to do a chin-up.
I will not be beat by the chin-up bar. I won't. I just won't.
It might kill me, but I'm going to do at least one chin-up dang it. Or maybe even 10.
So, right here, right now, I'm exclaiming to all the world (or at least the 17 people who read this blog) that I am going to conquer that chin-up bar in 2009.
I am going to haul my roundish carcass up and over that bar and let out a rebel yell.
Watch out Billy Idol, I might flatten you on my way down.