*Bunny*, you are just absolutely too sweet. Thanks for dropping by!
Ok, today's workout was nasty. The workout, as I mentioned, is 5 sets of 10 on dips and chinups. The exercises are alternated, and there is 1 minute rest in between. The dips went fine.
And then there were the chinups.
Ah, yes...the chinups. My first three sets of 10 chinups were just fine. On my fourth set, things got ugly. Form went out the window. They were kipped, pulled, yanked, grunted, or whatever else it took to get them. I only got 5 on the 4th set before coming down. Then I got 3. Then I got my last 2. I got down, praised God I wasn't working legs this hard, and went off to do my last set of dips.
And I was left with one more set of chinups to go.
The human body is interesting. I hit the bar and did the 3 ugliest chinups, yet. And then I dropped down, grabbed my wife, and made her do 3 more (she does all my workouts with me). Then I got up, thinking I would do another 3. I only got 2. I'm pretty sure my chin was in the general vicinity of the bar, perhaps pointed in the right direction. Then my wife did 3 more (I was spotting her after her first set. She's freaking studly, though, and got 8 on her first set). After her 3, I grimaced and did 2 more.
I still had 3 more to go. They were nasty, but I won. At the end, we had done 50 dips and 50 pullups in a little over 25 minutes. There is no doubt I will be greeted in the morning with pain. I had trouble tucking my shirt in, let alone buttoning it. It was enjoyable, and I'm smiling now thinking about doing it better next week.
Life is good.