A few months ago, I made the decision to get over it: stop making excuses ("My shoulder might come out of its socket." (not if you use correct technique, you big baby!) "This gym is a piece of junk! It doesn't even have bands, how can I ever practice pull-ups in this country! (middle finger to YOU, pull-ups!!!)," etc.). Show some humility. Swallow my pride. Do what I gotta do to beat this gravity bastard. And now, I can pull myself back up from what I estimate to be about 28% depth, from my crown to my clavicles. Starting from a jump to the top of #1, then going down as low as I can and then pulling myself back up. I can do that six times without stopping, and jumping only on the first one. And then 5, 4, 3, 2, 2. Or sometimes 5 x 5. Or 5 x 4. It's true, consistency is key. Three times a week, these bitches make their way into my combos.
NONETHELESS, I'm still very irritated by you XYs, being all strong and able to defeat The Enemy with one fell swoop, (seemingly) without effort. I just needed to admit some things to the interwebs after that previous display of annoyance.
Ok! Now that that's taken care of...back to school for this gravity hater.
Have a lovely weekend, yall^^