Ok, this “Ring thing” is getting old.  And so am I.

But, on Saturday, I was really kicking up my legs to get momentum and I did the most rings ever.

Until . . . . The callous wasn’t really a callous.  And then it was an oozing, blood blister.  OUCH!!!!

My trainer (and dear friend) Wendy showed my hand to people around, and said, “Look what marriage gets you!!!”  (That is my wedding ring in the picture.)  Hmmm, I thought, I will have to delve into that in our training sessions.  As I am doing pull-ups, I will gasp, “tell me, sweetie, about your view on marriage. . . ”  I probably won’t get out the whole sentence in a single session, but, ultimately, I will get the details.

Maybe I will try the acrobats gloves again.  In a few days.  But for right now, I am basking in the afterglow of really swinging until the blood made my hand slip.

Wendy said, “And we didn’t even get run this on video!!!”

Yeah, I kicked it! and there are two people who really know — Wendy who watched and I who did it.  And all the prior “out-takes”?  Erased.

Sigh.

The title, Lord(ess) of the Rings, will have to wait.