Jake left his Mate to get to know her niece, excusing himself, and made his way over to where Aaron was setting up the equipment for him to do pull-ups. He sat forward in the chair when Aaron finished explaining what he wanted, and looked up at the bar. "Roger that."
This was more than familiar territory for Jake, and he grabbed a hold of the bar when Aaron held him up. Once he'd stopped swaying, and he was told to go, he quickly lost himself in the rhythm. Soon enough, the minute was up and Jake hung there for a moment. "Thirty-seven... shit. Used to be better."