So, there I was, fully recovered from a back injury. Recovered well enough to brave the pull-up bar again. Needless to say I was excited. I was feeling strong. This was the day I dominate the pull-up bar again.

After completing a few unbroken reps, I felt like myself again. I felt strong.

“Why stop at just a regular old pull-up?” quickly became a very relevant question on the 3rd set. I mean, I used to rock the variations, surely I was ready to jump back onto that horse right? (manlogic at it’s best here)


What variation did I jump to you wonder? The clap pull-up, natural progression from a regular old pull-up right?


Gloves on, emotions high, I proceeded with the task at hand. I nailed one, then the 2nd, then the 3rd, then I smiled. That smile must have confused my grip, because on the 4th my hands clearly thought we were done with that set. After a rather loud clap, they were done with that rep. I reached out for the bar, missed, proceeded to plummet bum first onto an aerobic step I had placed nearby.

My ego (yep, forgot to leave that thing in the locker) was crushed. Full gym, there I was, on the floor, humiliated. For a split second, I wished for the ground to swallow me whole, then I realised, that’s probably the worst it’s going to get. I mean how else could I humiliate myself any worse than what had just happened?

I gathered myself, threw away the ego, and continued my workout.

We all stumble and fall at some point during a journey. The important thing is to gather yourself, and continue. It is pointless to dwell on the failure, it happened, there isn’t much you can do, except learn from it.

failures will happen, do not let me stop you from achieving your goals. I went on to complete 20 more reps (broken ofcourse), felt pretty awesome. Turned out, people didn’t even bother to care, the one lady I fell right in front of went out of her way to pretend she didn’t see me fall.

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