"Pick a spot 12 inches above where you can reach," he said.
"It will be fun," he said.
And it kinda was.
After he stopped laughing hysterically at my lack of "vert".
I tried to defend myself saying i had gained and lost 40 pounds eight times in the past seventeen years, but he has me beat there, too - he's been one hundred pounds of difference from his lightest to his heaviest.
Anyway, here is the workout:
Four Sets of:
30 jumps to reach your spot
(mine was a little red thingy hanging from the garage door opener)
Also, my spot was maybe 5 inches above my reach - Coach T's was a full foot...
20 pushups (Coach T did pull ups)
10 ring rows (Coach T did handstand pushups)
The pushups i think i need to graduate from girly ones to boy ones - the ring rows were made possible by two huge carabiners bought at Princess Auto yesterday :)
And, as usual, we had not only one tiny somnolent cheerleader, but two more little girls, one who added an appropriately Olympic touch with her gigantic vuvuzela...
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