UPDATE: pullup goal

I’s gots myself a personal trainer.

In actuality, one of the men that workout at my gym that I’ve been friendly with for years, saw me struggling with some form of chest (torture) equipment.  He asked if I was meditating because I was moving the weight so slowly.  No.  Explanation of setting a pull up goal and now training for it, yadda yadda, muscle man Charles has taken me under his wing. 

He really is a muscle man.  I’m sure we get looks at my gym, he’s over 6 feet, African American, has never heard of a shirt with sleeves still attached and is a body builder.  I’m just over 5 feet, Caucasian, perpetually scowling and, oh yeah weak.  But, he’s always really friendly, and he looks, well, more body builder-y than he is.  As in he doesn’t embody the stereotype.  And surprisingly, he hasn’t ever tried to ‘pick’ me up.

He takes working out seriously, which I try to, so when he offered to help, I accepted.  He ran me through a workout, schooled me on muscles.  It’s all appreciated until tomorrow when I wake up with the dull burning soreness of over-worked muscles.

I also asked him what muscles are most important in an arm wrestling competition, so I got some ‘gun’ work in also.  Arm wrestling is far and away, my favorite method of emasculating men at bars.  I’ve been using it infrequently, last time being about a month ago on my friend’s birthday, but I feel a comeback. 

Now all I need is some insane gold chain bling and I’ll be like a short female Mr. T with great hair.

Note: Once full pullup is achieved, I will post a sweet ass picture of myself.  And I'm gonna start taking pictures of the men I defeat with my GUNS in arm wrestling contests.  Utter domination.