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I have never, in my entire life, done a pull-up.
This is not an easy revelation for me to make. The truth of the matter is that it’s downright painful.
Back when I was in Middle School (6th to 8th grades down here in Florida) physical education was a mandatory class that everyone had daily. For some kids it was an excuse to get outside and have some fun during the school day. For me it was a daily reminder of how much I sucked. It was an opportunity for me to get picked on for how slow I was, how much I was sweating in the hot Florida sun, how I was horrible at team sports, and how ugly I looked when I didn’t have my shirt on. The latter, of course, only happened on one of the very rare occasions when I would actually get up the nerve to “dress out.” When I didn’t, which was most of the time, I got picked on instead because of how badly I smelled due to not taking a shower after class.
The absolute worst humiliation I had to endure during that time, however, was a direct result of The President’s Challenge.
I’ve been struggling with this particular post for a while now. Technically? I’ve been struggling with it for about six months. As I said in my