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<blockquote data-quote="Dean Parisian" data-source="post: 5739139" data-attributes="member: 1011"><p>TRUETT HANES: 6 months since I tried to set the record most pull-ups in 24 hours and "failed miserably" as someone sweetly put it. Hurtful, yes. Truthful? Also, yes. Ever since that day back in April I became obsessed with becoming better and better at pull-ups. I knew I had to more in the tank if I just put in the necessary amount of work.</p><p></p><p>Fast forward to this past Saturday and even with the endless amount of reps, hours, blood, sweat, tears… I wanted to quit at around 6400. I was doing roughly 200 an hour and couldn't see how anything was going to change. I leaned over to my wife and said, "We need to face reality. This isn't going to happen today." My wife started crying because she knew what this meant to me and how much work we had both put in to get here. As I saw tears forming in her eyes I knew that I had to try to keep going. If for no other reason, for my wife. Stopping with 1500 left and being so close would've been heartbreaking for many reasons, but none more so than knowing I had more to give but let doubt and fear blind me from seeing it through.</p><p></p><p>So as I told myself that we weren't giving up and quitting wasn't an option, I asked for some shades, for my brother to turn up Suicideboys music as loud as possible, downed an exorbitant amount of caffeine and went to another world. A lot of people talk about out of body experiences, but this actually was one of those. I went from doing 3 every minute or so to doing 7 to 8 a minute for the next few hours.</p><p></p><p>As I approached the 8,000 mark I yelled out "They f***ed" up by only getting 8,008… too easyi!"</p><p></p><p>My final number was 8100 with 30 minutes to spare and of course I had to finish them out in jeans.</p><p></p><p>One thing I want to make clear, as much as I'd like to take all credit I simply cannot with a clear conscience. I would've had zero chance of accomplishing this if it weren't for my beautiful wife <a href="https://www.instagram.com/aliciat_/" target="_blank">@aliciat_</a> , my dad, my brother, my moms prayers, my co-workers and everyone else who was there online & in person. You know who you are and thank you very much <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="🙏🏼" title="Folded hands: medium-light skin tone :pray_tone2:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f64f-1f3fc.png" data-shortname=":pray_tone2:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dean Parisian, post: 5739139, member: 1011"] TRUETT HANES: 6 months since I tried to set the record most pull-ups in 24 hours and "failed miserably" as someone sweetly put it. Hurtful, yes. Truthful? Also, yes. Ever since that day back in April I became obsessed with becoming better and better at pull-ups. I knew I had to more in the tank if I just put in the necessary amount of work. Fast forward to this past Saturday and even with the endless amount of reps, hours, blood, sweat, tears… I wanted to quit at around 6400. I was doing roughly 200 an hour and couldn't see how anything was going to change. I leaned over to my wife and said, "We need to face reality. This isn't going to happen today." My wife started crying because she knew what this meant to me and how much work we had both put in to get here. As I saw tears forming in her eyes I knew that I had to try to keep going. If for no other reason, for my wife. Stopping with 1500 left and being so close would've been heartbreaking for many reasons, but none more so than knowing I had more to give but let doubt and fear blind me from seeing it through. So as I told myself that we weren't giving up and quitting wasn't an option, I asked for some shades, for my brother to turn up Suicideboys music as loud as possible, downed an exorbitant amount of caffeine and went to another world. A lot of people talk about out of body experiences, but this actually was one of those. I went from doing 3 every minute or so to doing 7 to 8 a minute for the next few hours. As I approached the 8,000 mark I yelled out "They f***ed" up by only getting 8,008… too easyi!" My final number was 8100 with 30 minutes to spare and of course I had to finish them out in jeans. One thing I want to make clear, as much as I'd like to take all credit I simply cannot with a clear conscience. I would've had zero chance of accomplishing this if it weren't for my beautiful wife [URL='https://www.instagram.com/aliciat_/']@aliciat_[/URL] , my dad, my brother, my moms prayers, my co-workers and everyone else who was there online & in person. You know who you are and thank you very much 🙏🏼 [/QUOTE]
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