This past weekend I found myself at a college gymnastics tournament. About seven hours before the event started (and with few people there), I wandered around taking pictures of things surrounding the 75 year-old building and the gymnastics equipment filled within.
At one point I jumped up to the rings and did a couple of pull-ups. I think I made it to two before my body started to cry like the out-of-shape-blob that it is. What I did learn, however, is a new respect for the gymnasts; just playing around for all of ten seconds made me realize how impressive their efforts really are.