Self-Improvement

A couple of days ago I was doing pull-ups (not the vastly inferior chin-ups), trying to better myself. I was resolute that I would make it to 10 pull-ups in a row without stopping or resting.

I have a cheapish pull-up/sit-up setup I bought from Dick's Sporting Goods that I installed in a doorway in my home. This setup involves a couple of (very) shallow cylindrical anchors that affix to the doorjamb and a bar that is rotated axially to expand longitudinally into the cylinders.

Anyway, it's always worked.

So I was on a roll: 1 (feeling good), 2 (feeling good), 3 (still feeling good), 4 (I'm on a roll)BAM?!

All of a sudden, I was lying on the floor in the doorway on my back. I stared at the ceiling. What happened?! And damn, does my left elbow hurt!

I was holding the chin-up bar in my right hand and had managed to land on my left arm. I looked at the anchors to see if they'd pulled out. No go. I looked again, still dazed. The anchors were in place.

As it turns out, I managed to somehow rotate the bar just enough that it was just small enough to pull out of the anchors. So amidst my triumphant pull-up-ing, I was lying, broken, wondering what happened.

Managed to take a good chunk out of the jamb, too.

LESSON: Never exercise.