fitness

Lia Thomas and Trans Athletes

Lia Thomas’ recent win at the NCAA swim meet has sparked another round of debate about the rights of transgender athletes to participate in sports.

Here is what Sarah Sardinia wrote on Twitter: To all those pushing this false narrative that Trans People have an advantage in sports, and are using Lia Thomas as “proof”, let me lay down some stats here …

1650 yard distance
Lia pre-transition: 14:54.765
Lia post-transition: 15:59.71 (lost 65 seconds)
Male record: 14:12.08 (Kieran Smith)
Female record: 15:03:31 (Katie Ledecky)
She was 40 seconds behind the male record, now she is 56 behind the female

500 yard distance
Lia’s best pre-transition, 4:18:72
Lia’s current, 4:34:06
Female record (Katie Ledecky), 4:24:06
Male record (Kieran Smith), 4:06:32

200 yard distance
Prior to transition 1:39.31
Male record, 1:29.15
After transition 1:41.93
Female record of 1:39.10

See a pattern here?
Not advantage, consistency

There’s a reason that with all the Trans Women competing in sports for years, she is one of the only top ranking ones, because she’s always been one of the top ranking. You can read more here about the data.

To put it another way:

And those images really need to be juxtaposed with the next one, which includes a photo of Olympic champion Katie Ledecky. Katie is 6 feet tall, which makes her one inch shorter than Lia, and two inches shorter than Missy Franklin, who set that NCAA 200 yard record in 2015. There is a lot of talk about how height, and size, and arm span give men natural advantages over women. Swimmers like Michael Phelps have natural advantages, including height, huge feet and flexibility, arm reach, long torsos and relatively short legs. That’s true both among men and women.

Maybe we should learn a a bit more about what this very private athlete has to say for herself. Her experience is not atypical of the gender testing that has gone on for many decades.

The reality is that the vast majority of youth athletes of any gender don’t compete at the elite level. However, even as amateur athletes they face discrimination, so few participate, especially trans girls. A recent Reuters article noted that “The U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention estimated in 2019 that just 1.8% of high school students in the country are transgender, and the Human Rights Campaign has said that, according to surveys, only about 12% play on girls’ sports teams.”.

Some do do compete as boys or men without too much attention, such as Schuyler Bailar, the first openly trans swimmer in the NCAA men’s first division, and Chris Mosier, the first openly trans athlete to qualify for Team USA and who competed in the Olympic Trials in January 2020. Others, such as Mack Beggs, the Texas high school wrestler forced to compete against girls even after starting to take testosterone, are forced into the same unwelcome spotlight as Lia Thomas. By focusing so much on biology and physiology, the impact is the dehumanization of those kids.

Lots more research is needed on the impact of hormones on performance, and there are legitimate concerns about putting competitors of significantly different sizes/abilities in the same categories when there is a risk of injury. The Christian Science Monitor has done a decent job of trying to summarize the latest research and how it is interpreted. But the bottom line for me and most of the people I know can be summarized like this:

Anyone saying trans girls have an unfair advantage have never seen me perform a sport. Cartoon by Sophie Labelle (https://www.serioustransvibes.com/)

Diane Harper lives and swims in Ottawa.

fitness

It’s Waffle (Deadlift) Day!

I know, I know. It seems like every day is a day to celebrate something: chocolate, coffee, cupcakes, siblings, cats, dogs…

Today though is Waffle Day and after my Friday morning training, I was offered a waffle. Cool and yummy.

Image of two waffles dusted with icing sugar and raspberries. Photo by Joyful on Unsplash

Even cooler though was the story my trainer told me. Turns out Eleiko, the world famous maker of weight lifting plates, originally made waffle irons and toasters. Back in the 50s, bars were snapping and cracking under the weights and lifters were frustrated.

So an employee of Eleiko, himself a weightlifter took on the task of harnessing the knowledge from waffle plates to barbells. He got the go-ahead to proceed from one Mrs. Johanssen, the managing director. Finally, in 1963, weights with Eleiko bars were hoisted in an official competition without any snapping, crackling or popping and in 1969, Eleiko was certified as an official maker of weight lifting equipment.

As a nod to the waffle origin, the knurling on the bar (the textured bit) is the same pattern as the Eleiko waffle iron.

The image shows a series of blue, yellow and green plates made by Eleiko. Photo by Victor Freitas on Unsplash

My waffles were tasty, my deadlifts were fast, and my day has been enriched with food, fitness, and fun facts! Thank you Waffle Day designators, thank you Eleiko, and thank you super trainer and friend Vicky!

MarthaFitAt55 lives in St. John’s and she has not met a waffle she did not like.

fitness

Modified Mindsets and Adapted Asanas: A Pandemic-Inspired Family Fitness Journey (Guest Post)

by Laura Rainbow Dragon

When Covid-19 forced our local seniors’ centre to close its doors back in March of 2020, I knew I had to do something to keep my then 79-year-old mother active.  I’m happy to do a yoga practice alone in my room, or go for a run in the forest for my own workouts.  But that’s not my mother.  My mother is very much a social exerciser.  Prior to Covid, she had been doing group exercise classes three days a week at the seniors’ centre, followed by coffee with her friends.  Without that social aspect, and the external push to get her up and at it, I feared my mother would spend the entire day in her La-Z-Boy.  So I suggested that we could work out together.

This was no small thing I was proposing.  My mother and i are very different people.  There are some significant areas in which we do not see eye-to-eye.  Living together is not easy for either of us at the best of times.  And a global pandemic in which we would be stuck at home together all day every day with nowhere else to go was unlikely to be the best of times.  Did I really want to force us into even closer quarters by working out together?  Every day?  To say that I had apprehensions about my proposal is an understatement!

One of the ways in which my mother and I differ is in our approach to exercise and physical fitness.  My mother likes to boast that she “doesn’t sweat.”  For me, a workout that doesn’t leave me dripping has no point.  My mother is quite a nervous exerciser who will swear off an exercise forever if it ever gives her the slightest twinge of discomfort.  I have sustained several repetitive stress injuries over the years because I kept going when I knew I was already injured.  I hate any interruptions to my workouts.  My mother seems almost desperate for them, and will spend a great deal of time speculating about possible reasons why we might need to stop in the middle of a workout when no such reasons are manifesting.  We’re not exactly a match made in workout heaven.  But the prospect of my mother giving up her exercise routines was not a good one.  So I made the offer.  She accepted.  And we were off!

We started out with “Vitality” (https://darebee.com/programs/vitality-program.html), a program which DAREBEE released in March of 2020, specifically aimed at seniors (and others with a limited range of movement and/or athletic conditioning) who needed a way to stay active without leaving their homes.  

The first workout my mother and I did together: Day 1 of DAREBEE’s “Vitality” program.  DAREBEE workouts are presented graphically with line drawings of human figures demonstrating each exercise.  In this case the workout includes 20 side jacks, 20 backwards leg raises, and 20 side leg raises per set.

My mother had a lot to say about Vitality, and none of it was good.  She felt the rep counts were too high.  She didn’t like it if the program called for an exercise to be done differently than what she had learned at the seniors’ centre.  And there were several exercises she flat out insisted—without even trying—that she could not do.

None of this was easy for me to deal with.  I was a serious competitive athlete in my youth.  I was privileged to train with an excellent running coach throughout high school who pushed me hard and took no nonsense.  When the coach said to jump, you jumped.  If you questioned his instruction at all, the only acceptable query was, “How high?” — and you had better have already been on the way up when you asked it.  There was no whining.  There was certainly no “can’t.”  And I loved it!  I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Granted, I wasn’t 79 years old when I was in high school.  But I wasn’t putting my mother through the workouts my high school coach had put me through either.  I knew that she could, in truth, complete the workouts in the Vitality program.  The constant nay-saying from my mother was hard for me to take, and I wasn’t always as gracious about being on the receiving end of it as I could have been.  But my mother kept showing up for our workouts.  So I kept training her.

After 30 days we had completed Vitality, and we moved on to “Baseline” (https://darebee.com/programs/baseline-program.html)  and after that “Foundation Light” (https://darebee.com/programs/foundation-light-program.html).  By that point it was clear that group exercise classes—particularly for seniors—were going to be off the table for a lot longer than anyone had originally anticipated.  DAREBEE only had the three Level 1 programs at the time.  (They have since released two more, as of this writing.)  So we moved on to Level 2 programs.

This presented new challenges as the higher level programs on DAREBEE do contain exercises which my mother is not physically able to execute.  (For example: she cannot do jumping jacks because she lacks the power necessary to remove both feet from the ground at the same time.)  I had to learn to navigate her complaints to determine when to keep pushing her and when she legitimately did need to modify an exercise, and my mother had to learn to trust me and to work with me to find solutions instead of immediately shutting down when we encountered an exercise she could not do as prescribed.  We both made mistakes.  But we persevered.

Laura and her mother performing the side leg lift exercise.  Her mother is using a chair to assist with balancing.

In September of 2021 our local seniors’ centre finally re-opened and began offering group exercise classes once again.  My mother is now doing two exercise classes per week at the centre, but she’s still working out with me every day as well!  To date we have completed sixteen 30-day DAREBEE programs together, and two 60-day DAREBEE programs.  Many of these have been Level 2 and even some (modified) Level 3 programs.  We also regularly do stand-alone DAREBEE workouts in addition to our main program, typically completing a total of 30-45 minutes of work each day.  Lately we have also been doing an hour-long yoga practice one day a week.

My mother and I have now worked out together every day for over two years!  We still get frustrated with one another at times.  We still have our arguments.  But we continue to muddle through.  At the end of every workout, my mother thanks me for training with her.  And the next day she comes back for more.

Here is a video we made to celebrate our 2-year anniversary of working out together, which demonstrates how we have modified two “sun salutation” sequences from the Ashtanga Yoga tradition to make them accessible for my mother:

Laura Rainbow Dragon is the author of the “Get Fit for the Zombie Apocalypse” choose-your-own-workout stories as well as the novelettes “Chimera Junction” and “Anne & Mary on the Hyperspace Seas”.  When she’s not writing, striving to keep her parents out of trouble, or being bossed around by the two large canines (black lab Shelby and golden retriever Trudy) who are firmly convinced that they own her, you might find Laura running or birdwatching on and around the Rondeau peninsula, or paddleboarding on the bay.

Guest Post

Pen or Pencil?: Some thoughts on mistakes (Guest post)

My friend recently showed me a set of beautiful pencils she was buying. We’re both proponents of nice writing instruments, and I was glad she had found a new set that made her heart sing. During this conversation I mentioned that I a) did not care to use pencils very often, and b) dreaded using an eraser. The eraser is really more of a practical bit – I just don’t like all those little tiny eraser shreds after use. But I started to really think about my preference for pens over pencils, my preference for permanency.

I make a lot of mistakes. I’m sure most people do, but some days it feels like I make more than the average bear. Despite this, I’m still willing to do the crossword puzzles in pen, with little scratch-outs and letters that have been written over several times. My errors are plainly visible to anyone looking over my shoulder or coming behind me (yes, I even start the crosswords at the doctor’s office in pen.)

My lifelong movement journey has been filled with mistakes. Some of them are permanently written on my brain, while others are more visible on my body. A limp here, a grimace at a particular movement there. The days when my brain says moving will not make me feel better, despite years of that being untrue. The flashbacks to an adolescent gym class when I was told I was too slow, too fat, or too much of a girl to do a particular activity or sport. Some of these mistakes aren’t mine, but they are indelibly stained onto my body.

After years of ignoring my body and believing it needed to look a certain way or do certain things, I sometimes still struggle to align my body and brain. This isn’t about celebrating all the things I can do – I’ve become very good at that. It’s more about the actual link between movement and thought. I’m not very coordinated, and my brain and my muscles don’t always connect together. If someone tells me to swim down the lane like Katie Ledecky my brain is sure that I am doing just that. I am sleek, I am strong, and I am fast. When I come back to the edge I can’t help but notice I’m not nearly as fast as Katie (who is!?) and when I watch video of my swim I see I’m not following any of the swim instructions my brain was sure I was excelling at. I look more like a fish out of water, not the graceful mermaid I had imagined. The disconnection between brain and muscle can feel overwhelming some days.

I’m not saying my pen over pencil preference is the perfect metaphor here. On some level I just prefer a pen. I like the weight of a heavier pen and the feel of the ink scratching onto the page. I prefer a blue or a purple ink. I truly do dislike the feel and the mess of those little eraser shavings after an edit has been made. These are just my preferences, of course, and I’ll gladly support yours for something different.

Although there have been disagreements between my body and brain over the years I’ve been proud of the things my body (and my brain) have accomplished. There has been a lot of joy in movement. And still, after all this time of putting my mistakes out there (in pen!) for everyone to see I’ve started to appreciate the openness of that. It feels good to have a record of what worked and what needed correction as my body and brain find more alignment with one another. Last month I found myself “riding to the beat of the music,” moving my legs in the same 1-2, 1-2 pattern as the cycling instructor was calling out. The sense of accomplishment in that small act was enormous, scratching out and writing over some of the old words I’d written on my body.

Amy in a blue sweater staring into the distance and squinting in the sun

Amy Smith is a professor of Media & Communication and a communication consultant who lives north of Boston. Her research interests include gender communication and community building. Amy spends her movement time riding the basement bicycle to nowhere, walking her two dogs, and waiting for it to get warm enough for outdoor swimming in New England.

fitness · self care

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Flower Power!

In northern climes, March really is the cruelest month. You think it ought to be warming up a bit, but the weather often begs to differ. So what’s a feminist to do?

Answer: FLOWERS!

Apparently both Samantha and I had the same idea; we bought tulips. Tulips cheer up their environment like nobody’s business. Here are mine– yellow, peony-style tulips (new to me, but hey, I trust Trader Joe’s).

A bunch of lemon-chiffon yellow peony tulips, nodding hello to you.
A bunch of lemon-chiffon yellow peony tulips, nodding hello to you.

And then there are Samantha’s bi-color beauties; coral/orange with yellow highlights, adjusting to their new home on her table.

coral/orange tulips with yellow hints, standing up proudly on Samantha’s table.

Self-care can be and is multi-factoral, contextual, seasonal and complex. But sometimes, it can be as simple as buying tulips. Readers, what do you think? Do flowers play a role in your ongoing lives? Does flower power really work for you? Let us know.

fitness

Dealing with Injury

I have been an adult ballet dancer for almost 19 years; I have avoided injuries and never missed a class except for travel. That ended abruptly two weeks ago when I did something to the muscles in my lower back and hip.

Skeleton with a severely twisted spine after dancing too hard

Luckily, it was just before a week-long break at the dance school, so I didn’t miss classes. I did have to miss a couple of swim practices though, as I was pretty much confined to bed for several days. I was not happy. At all.

Thankfully, rest, gentle stretches, and a couple of trips to to the chiropractor’s have me mobile again. I have managed two dance classes this week, though I still feel like a bit like this mushroom:

Cartoon images of a short mushroom working up a sweat while lifting its leg a little. The other dancers at the barre are all achieving perfect high leg lifts.

Part of me thinks I need to start accepting that I am 61 and my risk of injury will continue to grow with age. Part of me says that I have already scaled back to an easier level of class, and I am learning to accept that things like grand pliés will depend on how I feel that day. It’s okay to make accommodations. And part of me thinks I should just shift my perspective. Like these bats, I’m a pretty badass dancer if you look at me the right way.

Diane Harper lives and dances in Ottawa.

ADHD · fitness

Audience Participation Time: How do you reset?

I had a very careful plan for my Monday, some writing, a few administrative tasks, outlining, and organizing details for an event next week. But instead of doing all that perfectly reasonable and very doable stuff, I fell into a trap composed of inertia and ADHD hyperfocus and spent most of the day organizing notes and info from a few of my files.

 a tidy stack of groups of white papers held together with paper clips are sitting next to pair of glasses, the corner of a silver and white keyboard can be seen on the right. ​
Obviously, my stack of papers would never be this tidy, this is a stock photo. Image description; a tidy stack of groups of white papers held together with paper clips are sitting next to pair of glasses, the corner of a silver and white keyboard can be seen on the right.

Those are useful things to have done and they will be helpful for me in the long run but I wish that I had broken that task down in a half hour sessions throughout the week.

Instead, I spent most of my day sitting down, poring over papers, making all kinds of small decisions about what to keep, what to scan, and what to recycle.

It was only when I started to get annoyed with myself for not wanting to deal with the last two papers in a folder that I realized that I was tired and that I had spent too much time doing this one thing. (For the record, I did stop for lunch and for several cups of tea, I wasn’t that far gone.)

At this point you may be thinking, “Yeah Christine, that sounds frustrating but what does it have to do with fitness?”

That’s where the audience participation part is going to come in, hang on a sec.

You see, when I pulled myself away from the papers, after finishing those last two, I realized that I needed to do something. I needed to move in some way but damned if I could figure out what it was.

Did I want to stretch?

Do some yoga?

Go for a walk?

Practice my patterns?

Do something a bit more intense?

I wanted to do all and none of that.

I actually wanted a magic wand to give me my day back and take this meh feeling away but I guess my fairy godmother is on holiday today because she didn’t answer. Everyone needs their rest, right?

Anyway, I decided to start with a few stretches and then I headed out for a walk. Seeing as my fairy godmother was incommunicado, I figured that hanging out with Khalee was the most practical magic I could access.

A light haired dog in a red sweater covered in white hearts stands on a sidewalk looking toward the camera.
Khalee, a light-haired dog wearing a red sweater covered in white hearts, stands on a sidewalk with snow next to her. She is looking toward the camera and I swear she looks impatient. She is wearing a blue and black harness and since I am holding her neon yellow leash, you can see it extending from her harness toward the camera.

But, I’m curious, what do YOU do when you find yourself feeling all meh and grumpy?

Do you need gentle movement to ease your brain and body back into gear?

Or do you go for something more vigorous so you can get a jump start?

Do tell!

PS – For the record: I was a bit cranky about losing my day to sorting papers but, ultimately, my effort will be useful. I wasn’t hard on myself about it. ADHD is tricky and being mean to myself about my symptoms and tendencies won’t make it any easier. You may not have ADHD but I hope you can be kind to yourself about the detours your brain takes too. We’re all just doing our best out here, right?

commute · cycling · fitness

11 years ago… (trigger warning for scary photos)

So I have two patterns of winter riding.

Some years I ride through. Whee!

Other years I stop at some point, take a break (often for the months of January and February) and start again in early spring. The latter always seems harder. It feels cold. It’s a big deal to get going again. It’s always March.

This year, I took time off in the worst of the winter because of the pandemic. In January we had another work from home thing and there was no need to commute by bike to my dining room table.

I rode my bike to work for the time in 2022 on Friday, March 18th. The roads were clear enough that I didn’t even need my adventure road/gravel bike. I went straight to the Brompton.

Three shots of Sam dressed in a pink jacket, silver scarf, and pink sparkly helmet riding her pink Brompton.

My route to work is relatively short and easy. It’s a noodle through my neighbourhood and then I cross one busy street and then I’m on campus, riding past the horses and cows.

But I’m reminded, getting back on my bike, of the safety issues involved in bike commuting because of what happened on my first March bike commute, 11 years ago. I’ve had two bike accidents that have landed me in hospital but this is the first and only one that involved a car.

See Thoughts on my first spring bike commute and why I take the lane for more about that fateful March morning and how it made me a safer, and more assertive, bike commuter.

Here’s the Facebook memories of the day that also remind me about it.

In the scheme of things, it wasn’t a serious accident. I broke no bones, required no stitches, and didn’t even get a concussion. (Thank you helmet!) I was picked up by an ambulance, strapped to a board, and spent the day in hospital getting all of me checked out.

That accident has ever since made getting back on the bike in March feel like a big deal, a momentous decision to ride. I’m aware that I was lucky.

Sarah also shared this TikTok with me about road safety and giving cyclists enough room on road.

Close passing is bad driving and it’s illegal, https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMLaWHCmr/?k=1

After a week or so, it won’t feel like a big deal at all. I know that. But for right now, I’m feeling the weight of my choice to commute on two wheels.

I’m happy to be back on my bike but I’m nervous happy, if you know what I mean.

Update: Today’s memories from Facebook tell more of the story.

fashion · fitness

Style secrets for women over 50? Catherine has thoughts

As if life weren’t already hard enough… Town and Country came out this month with “Style Secrets” for women over 50. Whenever I read “blah-blah for women over 50”, I feel like I have to either 1) step away from the breakables in my house; or 2) put on my mouth guard while reading to keep from grinding my teeth away.

And yet– I couldn’t resist sharing a few tips with you, dear readers. Worry not, though, as I have accompanied them with healthy (or at least, amusing) commentary. And pictures, too. So here we go…

Town and Country says to us: Opt for daintier jewelry.

Hell to the no. First of all, I can barely see the catches on itty-bitty necklaces to put them on. Secondly, I enjoy color, texture, dimension and materials. That translates for me to having fun with jewelry, which is sometimes large and in charge. I present to you exhibits 1a and 1b.

Next tip from Town and Country: Find the right jeans.

I hardly know how to respond to this. Every woman over 50 knows that the “right jeans” is one of the big lies of our time. They don’t exist. Or, maybe they did (I found the perfect pair of Marithe Francois Girbaud jeans in 1993), but then they stopped making them. We know this: we go out with the jeans we have, not the jeans we might want…

They go on, offering us more sage wisdom: Wearing a skirt? Mind your knees.

What is this? Random orthopedic advice? Nope. Some bozo named Paul Cavaco dropped the following quote:

“I think that after a certain age your skirt should really be at or below the knee, no matter how beautiful your legs are. It looks more appropriate and it doesn’t look like you’re trying to look young.”

That’s a load of crap. Take this, Paul:

Don’t we all look super cute? I thought so.

Their next tip sounds okay, but it’s actually bad: Chose where you want the most attention. The creepiness is in the details below, from creepy guy Andrew Gelwicks:

“A lot of the women I dress have a certain area of their body that they don’t feel as confident of. If you’re going to be more conservative with one part of your body then you need to compensate by highlighting another area. Have a leg moment if you don’t want to draw attention to your shoulders.”

No No No No No No No! I can choose to highlight NO areas of my body if I want. In fact, that is my preferred default state moving through the world. If I have to pick one part of my body to highlight, it guess it would be this one:

I'd like for my brain to be highlighted, but of course not literally, like in this picture.
I’d like for my brain to be highlighted, but of course not literally, like in this picture.

Town and Country clearly doesn’t like women over 50, as they then suggest the following: Shapewear is key.

In case you don’t know what that is, they’re talking about spanx and other sorts of tight elastic garments designed to constrain our bodies and render us less like people and more like sausages. Why? Because over-50 bodies and movements of those bodies are seen as less smooth or graceful or uniform by some in the fashion world and everyone on the Town and Country Editorial staff. All I have to say here is this:

It’s a trap!

It *is* a trap, in more ways than one. First, once you manage to get into these elastic torture garments, it’s not easy to get out of them again. Second, it traps us into thinking that our own unfettered bodies are not acceptable for public outings. A pox on all shapewear and the truck they rolled in on.

They go on to make lots of suggestions about high heels (always have a pair at the ready), as well as what color of high heels you should have (black is a requirement, but color is okay). I’ll stop here.

In summary: my style tips for women over 50?

  • Find your own style
  • Ignore the whole idea of style
  • Follow trends
  • Find your trends at your local thrift shop
  • Wear pajama bottoms all the time
  • Do whatever you want

That’s my plan. What are your style tips for women over 50? I stand before my closet, awaiting your advice…

goals · strength training

Always wanted to do pull-ups? Why?

The article getting the most attention right now on our Facebook page is this one, Hold on: Why do we want to do pull-ups?

I had to scroll through a lot of dudes doing shirtless pull-ups on Unsplash before I found this image of a woman. It’s a rear view. She’s got long blonde curly hair. She’s thin and white and wearing grey leggings and a black tank.

In the article Casey Johnston, a personal trainer, interrogates everyone’s favorite fitness goal. She’s got a lot to say but here’s part of it.

“Why did it have to be pull-ups? The world of strength is so big, with so many things to do. Why and how did the zeitgeist land on pull-ups as the number one glossy, sexy fitness goal? Of all the “strong” things to do with one’s body, a pull-up is… about the hardest one. This makes them difficult as someone’s strength training entree. I don’t want to discourage, but I also want to appropriately couch. This ultimately does not really matter, because by the time I can get out “Wow, that’s cool, although pull-ups are harder than you might think—” people’s eyes are already understandably glazing over.”

I love the reaction on our Facebook page. Here’s a sample of the comments:

“When I watch a movie and someone is being chased and they come across a wall that they have to pull themselves over, I think ‘that’s where they’ll get me’ 😆”

“Pull-ups were the one thing we were consistently tested on in elementary school and I have no idea why. They never actually worked with us on HOW to do them, or how to get better at them. What a strange measure of strength for seven-year-olds.”

“I try them on a semi regular basis as though this workout will be the one where I can suddenly do a pull up. I do not train to be able to do them. Apparently I’m hoping for magic.”

What do you think about pull-ups? Do you train for them? Are they a goal? Why? Why do you think they’re everyone’s favorite fitness goal?

Me, I do assisted pull-ups sometimes either on the gravitron machine or with bands. So if a monster is chasing me and I have to get up and over a wall, they’ll need to be some help available if I’m going to make it.