21!!!! Is it real?

Woo-Hoo!!  21!  I didn’t know that I would try today…putting it all out there.  My shoulder has been having spasms lately; I think since I have been doing significantly more pull-ups since I’ve been in Tirana, the muscles are a bit stressed.  I walked out to the school playground where there is a climbing structure with a horizontal ladder piece.  I think this thing has a certain name, but I have forgotten.  At any rate, I usually begin my run with 3 to 5 pull-ups here as I put my head in the gaps until my shoulders hit the crossbar.  Pull-ups in this position are a bit awkward.  I don’t know exactly when my chin is above the bar so I didn’t really want to make my attempt at 21 here.
I looked around the place and found a curved bar that was perfect for pull-ups—and began.  I did 15 without so much as a wiggle.  On the 20th I had to push a bit to get up above.  I paused to consider if I should attempt the 21st.  I’ve been thinking that I am seldom in the position of having DONE 20 pull-ups.  To stop and throw away those 20 would be a terrible shame.  I didn’t think terribly long at this point, but all that thinking was in my mind somewhere.  I decided I would try it.  I went above easily.  And the crowd with wild!  Not really.  I was the only one around, of course.  It was 6:15 am.  As I jogged away, I thought, “Did I really do it?  Did I count correctly?  Maybe I didn’t really do 21.”   I remembered the 15th, and the 18th, but did I really do 19?  I remembered 20, of course, but did I do No. 17?
Whatever, I take the same attitude as the midshipman who counted my pull-ups in 1985—I decided I wouldn’t worry because I could do it again.  And I will.
Maxim asked, “What is your goal now?”  He didn’t even let me savor the glory for a minute.
“Maybe I’ll try to do the final sprint in 45 seconds.”  Maybe.