She's With the Band

Not all exercise is equal. Some is more amusing than others.

Started up the regular training again the other day after a few weeks hiatus to let some injuries recover. (Ahhh who am I kidding? A series of events let me get out of it, so I grabbed the opportunity to skive off with both hands.)

So back to the park and the bars and the weights and the running and the puffing and the boxing and whining and the groaning and the ….. ahem. My trainer pulled out his newest torture device - the largest, thickest, heaviest elastic band I have ever seen, and tied it onto an overhead bar. With the explanation of how to get the foot into the hanging loop and the promise of the type of chin-ups that can be achieved (more with greater control) I threw myself up and down a few times and was impressed. I was supported by a rubber band that was strong enough to: 1) not only not break with a 115 kilo man standing in it, 2) had enough elastic strength to help him get into double figures on his chin-ups.

Then it was Emergency Contact’s go with the rubber band. She weighs 56 kilos. After the trainer and I had stopped laughing, we fished her out of the tree that she was catapulted into and kept going with the evening's torture.

Visions of ninjas jumping backwards into trees shall haunt me.