And I'm still thinking about it.
It was early on a Saturday morning. Nothing special or particular about the day. I woke up, questioned whether or not I would be able to do it...asked someone to watch me as I hesitantly attempted my first execution of it, then I did it....30 times.
I did my first unassisted pull-ups.
Having been athletic since my sophomore year of high school, accomplishing this was truly a milestone in my life. I haven't been able to do more than a half-second dead hang to support my own weight on a bar. I've been doing Crossfit for over a year, with no avail to overcoming the illusive pull-up. I've been dreaming of it, fantasizing about it, and finally there it was. A pull-up. Then another, and another. Over and over again I felt the excitement of this repetitive motion until I was exhausted...30 pull-ups later.
Yes, this obviously sounds like I'm comparing pull-ups to "something else" - but if you're like me...never having the ability to do these, and one day, the magic is there...it may as well feel like "the first time." This was a moment that may stay with me forever. I've certainly been thinking about it non-stop since it happened....like a love-struck pull-up fiend.
What was your first time like?
