The most amazing of Cristina Pedroche's 'topless' pull-ups

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I could have been amazed by her great body, chiselled like

marbling (which too).

Or with the

that should lift morale to infinity and beyond.

I could have been thinking about what it must mean for a woman, of her measurements, to

that keeps everything in place safe from unwanted impacts for the always

.

Or, even, she could have asked myself about the

to be able to train as 'comfortable' as she does, safe from the eyes of her very lucky neighbors.

But, to be honest, the only thing that came to my mind when I saw the Instagram video of Cristina Pedroche doing pull-ups 'topless' was: "

"

Because, assuming the document isn't rigged (which it isn't), how is it possible that I manage to do all those repetitions with such ease and with such a refined technique without trembling or falling unconscious on the floor at the end?

I promise that this is not a rally and that, far from it, I am taking his feat as a joke, but showing my absolute admiration (and / or envy).

I suspect that for such powerful 'crossfitters' as my partner in ZEN Cristina Galafate -another goddess of the dominated-, the image of Pedroche

is not so surprising, but it has left me stunned (which not marble, like Pedroche).

Why?

Because pull-ups, along with push-ups, seem to me to be one of the

and I confess with a certain blush that I have spent years trying (without much success) to do the modest amount of

with some solvency.

That is to say, managing to stick my head over the bar (not my chin desperately) and without my identity card trembling.

During the pandemic, I set out to meet the challenge, starting from scratch.

To do this, following the wise advice of a burly ex-professional athlete friend who, obviously, embroiders them, I started with the

using a

(seeing that the presenter also has a rubber band on the bar gives me some hope ) that I held on the bar and on which I 'propelled' to rise.

First, I did it on both knees and it worked pretty well.

Obviously, he did it with a

(with the palms of the hands facing me) because with the prone it was simply impossible for me.

Then, as the days went by, I began to feel powerful and, little by little, I was coming up (pun intended) and I was dispensing with the band until I managed to complete three series of five repetitions, but, I confess again with some blush, quite weak.

Persevering that I am, confinement over, I tried to reinforce my preparation in the gym by

and exercises with weights such as

but not for those.

My pull-ups were still (still) pathetic.

That's why, when I see Cristina Pedroche doing pull-ups (in 'topless') with

, I don't think of her amazing body, her big man, her perky breasts, or her neighbors... I think about how strong he is and how envious he makes me.

That said, I will continue to persevere to one day try to emulate it... with a good top and on the modest (but useful) pull-up bar that hangs in my hallway.

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