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the unassisted pullup

my body feels really boggy today.  and it's because it's that time of the month!!  as of today -_-

i always feel really tired on the first day of it and then the next day am back to being an explosion of energy.  it also doesnt help that NYC has been celebrating Drench Fest 2012 this week.  And maybe next.  I hope not - I'm not a rainy weather kinda girl..

I worked back and tris last night and am noticing how much leaner I am getting overall.  It's exciting.  And of course, still dont want to end up with flabby bits when I hit my goal.  I'm questing for the perfect V taper, after all - as well as overall strength.  And bodyweight exercises are easier now that my weight has been decreasing.  There's no point in having a great bod if you dont have basic body weight strength to back it up.

I decided that no matter how much I absolutely despise them, I need to incorporate pullups into my back routine.  So for a few weeks now I've been doing assisted pullups and focusing hardcore on my form.  My Lats are very sore today.

Perfect.

It was cute, too.  There's a trainer at the gym who is actually in kick-ass shape and it's a damn shame the other trainers there look like slobs (ok - NOT all of them - but MOST of them - kudos if youre a trainer and you look good).  He teaches TRX at NYSC on 59th and Park.  He was training two women and hopped onto the pullup bar and proceeded for ten reps of perfect and anatomically educational pullups.  I could see every single muscle working in harmony....he was the conductor and his back was the orchestra.

I happened to be between sets on a seated row and paused a little longer to be inspired by the grace of his back and his form.  And would you know, that these two flabby girls were chit chatting away, not once bothering to look and learn, while this masterpiece executed the most perfect pullups in front of them.....

I guess I just really appreciated him for being there at that moment and really inspiring me to be stronger and continue to work toward the goal of unassisted pullups.



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