[Thursday, 14 December, 2006]
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The pull-up bar at the first room |
My elder brother bought a door pull-up bar for nearly $30. It was extendable and both sides had to be screwed into the frame of the door.
I was not sure how strong it was and I doubted the firmness of the wall.
It seemed to be able to maintain even my elder brother’s weight for now and it had also held me in the air for seventeen pull-ups but with great fears.
I must admit I am really a coward now because I cannot afford to fall even from that low height. Ever since after the operation, my left ankle has been failing me, or perhaps it is me who has been failing it. After a few volleyball games where I repeatedly strained it, I get so depressed of my recovery.