Still enjoying my gardening leave, Friday I went to my crazy friend Paul to have a play with his newly purchased Olympic rings. This must be the most hardcore piece of kit I have ever used. I remember my dad telling me about his long youth struggle with performing an Iron cross, never to succeed. 30 years later I get a taste of that challenge, I barely can get my arms at 10 cms of my body, let alone at 90 degrees. It’s exhilarating fun though. You can arguably have a complete upper body workout with these things.
But today I am paying for it with some severe DOMS on my lats, even scratching my nose is painful. From now on, I will never look at gymnasts on rings the same way again.
The Iron Cross…
Tu as un beau corps musclé!