Gymnastics rings are the bane of my existence. I hate them. I hate them SO MUCH. They're the most impossible creations ever conceived by the mind of man, and they were conceived specifically with me in mind, and how I would never be able figure them out. I've never felt as helpless as when I'm confronted by gymnastics rings. When I cried as a baby, it was because I was thinking of gymnastics rings. The reason Dante referred to the nine circles of hell was because he, too, absolutely despised gymnastics rings.
Gymnastics rings, man. Seriously. . . WTF?
Posted by Ryan at July 8, 2008 09:35 AM | TrackBackI'll tell you wtf.......guys in tights, iron cross = hawt!
Posted by: Donna at July 9, 2008 07:40 AMI'm so far removed from even the slightest hint of a possibility of doing an iron cross. . .
I can barely get up on the damn things to do dips or leg lifts. I shake so badly trying to balance on the fucking things, it's like I suddenly develop Parkinson's Disease.
That, and I ache for about a week after trying to figure the lousy rings out for even ten minutes.
Posted by: Ryan at July 9, 2008 07:48 AM
Stumble It!
