inverted mcb

KD and I put together the inversion machine she'd purchased and we had a blast taking turns on it.

 

I am not accustomed to having my body movement hinged upon the location or position of my arms, though. In fact, while tilted at this position I moved my hand to my face to itch my nose and that simple movement caused me to be flung back upside-up.

 

(bwt, if you've never felt slender and would like to. even for just a moment, hop on this kind machine and have a friend take a picture of you tilted at 60 degrees. All the blurbs and blobs and jellyish parts will be shifted around and you'll appear to be svelte. There, see? You're already thinking thinner.)

 

p.s. If you're feeling especially zesty have your friend take a couple of photos of you hanging there upside down, braless, with your shirt over your head. You might be amazed (revolted, sickened, gobsmacked, whatever) by the results.

 

and, apropros of nothing, here's a tale:

I had a part-time cleaning job in addition to my regular full-time job when my son was younger. One particular night I was cleaning one of my assignments - a fitness supply store. While vacuuming and dusting and scrubbing their toilets I got to wondering how some of the wackier looking equipment worked, so I strapped myself onto one of the inversion machines in their showroom. It was at this point in time when I made a mental note to myself that if I ever felt the need to satisfy my curiosity, I should probably figure out how to use it before I ever strap myself in again. I was stuck upside down for several panicked moments until I bent awkwardly around to hand-over-hand my way up the a-frame of the legs. And I never played on their equipment again.

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