Gravity is to be defined as follows: the force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth, or toward any other physical body having mass. For most purposes Newton’s laws of gravity apply, with minor modifications to take the general theory of relativity into account.
Or in my case, a catastrophic free fall to the centre of the earth without having the ware-with-all to catch myself. I FUCKING LOVE SCIENCE.
It’s not surprising that should I chance upon the opportunity to become airborne at any time, the Universe aptly decides my fate by hurtling my fat ass downward where it belongs. I’m not sure why I think I belong anywhere other than face down as close to eating dirt as humanly possible, but there are moments where I forget myself and think upwards is a direction I need to encounter.
Apparently, THAT IS ALL KINDS OF WRONG.
I have been, I’m going to say ‘practicing’ or working out in my basement to increase my strength. One of my exercises I decided to try was a chin-up. A never-before-seen-event in my life, the why-not-me approach ignited my fire. Hence the need for a pull-up bar attachment that sits on the top of a doorway and of course, the ever-required pull-up-assistance band that the guy at the fitness store told me was ‘the way to go to learn to do a pull-up, chin-up or any other ‘up’ thing you can think of’. Awesome. Still having the hauntings from the old highschool Canadian Fitness tests, I figured the ripe young age of 51 was perfect to finally get it right. Flashbacks of Mrs. Harrieta’s disappointed face as I hurled downwards off the chin up bar in what only can be explained as teenaged angst + embarrassment at my total lack of athleticism = FAILURE AS A TEENAGER. I should have clued in that the Universe was giving me hints even back then that a chin up bar has no place in my existence. Or random sidewalks. AND DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT TRYING TO CLIMB A TREE. Pfffft.
So there it was. The good old pull-up attachment bar and the assistance band all ready to go. All I needed to do was, well pull.
I was practicing the chin-up with the assistance band for a few weeks. I was getting better. I could do three fairly good ones without much difficulty. One morning, I set up for my usual practice. I placed the bar on the header and tested it out by pulling on it to make sure it was secure. (Pro tip: DON’T MOVE THE BAR ONCE YOU TEST IT. ) I put the band around one foot. I position my hands on the bar. I cross my legs, close my eyes and pull. I am completely up in the chin up with my legs out in front of me, when suddenly I’m down on my ass. CRACK! WHAT A SMACK!
I open my eyes only to discover I’m sitting on the floor with the bar beside me, my ipod and headphones strewn around, and bits of the header from the door frame scattered on the floor. I’m in pain. I jump up. “OH MY GAWD I THINK I JUST BROKE MY ASS!” That was my first thought. Not, oh Gawd I broke the door, or for fuck’s sake I suck at chin ups, but OH MY GAWD I BROKE MY ASS.
Logical thought was obviously missing from this whole thing. If I had broken my ass, I wouldn’t have been able to jump up and then sit back down. I wouldn’t have been able to walk. I wouldn’t be able to tell you this story out of extreme embarrassment and humiliation.
Okay, yes I would because I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT.
I tried desperately to figure out how I ended up on the floor. I looked up to see if the header was still intact. It was. The bar was completely down on the floor. My ass hurt like someone had just booted me with a steel toed boot in my rear a few times. My elbow had a scrape and a burgeoning bruise. I landed on one side of my backside and my elbow. I could stand but lifting my leg was painful.
D1 was sleeping a mere 20 feet away AND IS A NURSE SO I THOUGHT SOME ASSISTANCE OR AT LEAST A LITTLE SYMPATHY WOULD ENSUE. Yeah. I got nuthin.
Apparently, as a nurse, sleep takes precedence over possibly injured family members who try stupid stuff like chin-ups on doorways and think CLOSING ONE’S EYES MID WAY is a good idea.
My undoing was the legs-out-in-front maneuver that somehow translated to me jumping the bar over the header mid-move which came flying off and crashing everything down on my ass.
I ended up NOT breaking anything but nixed working out for a week and can just now get to running a bit and to getting up off the floor without looking like a 90 year old with a hip replacement.
There is a lesson here, I’m sure and the Universe had a good laugh at that one.
“Yeah, remember the time in Florida when I made the torrential rain come down and you thought, like an idiot, you could run through it IN SANDALS NO LESS without any consequence and face planted into that cement barrier?! I bet you saw stars that time! AND as a result looked like a Zombie Jay Leno for WEEKS?!! That was a good one! One of my best. And then the time you tried to do a chin up and the bar came flying off that beautiful doorway and you landed with a God Awful smack on your ass?! You had a hard time walkin’ after that! Yeah. Your Coach kept asking ‘how’s your ass today?’ LOVES IT. Oh, man. Good times….”
Fuck you, Universe.
As for Gravity, you can suck it too. I’m done with the both of you…