When Martin puts me in the middle of the office and ropes me in the standing position where my wrists are tied to my ankles, I knew I'd fall apart after some time. I always do. I knew he wanted me to last a while though since my legs weren't tied into an extremely bent position. It was just enough for me to squat, then stand. I obviously can't stand up straight because of the slack between my hands and feet and I can't squat for too long before my feet start hurting. When I stand, the more I arch my back, the longer I can hold that position until I tire and drop to the floor. When I squat, ...

When Martin puts me in the middle of the office and ropes me in the standing position where my wrists are tied to my ankles, I knew I'd fall apart after some time. I always do. I knew he wanted me to last a while though since my legs weren't tied into an extremely bent position. It was just enough for me to squat, then stand. I obviously can't stand up straight because of the slack between my hands and feet and I can't squat for too long before my feet start hurting. When I stand, the more I arch my back, the longer I can hold that position until I tire and drop to the floor. When I squat, it only feels better for a little bit so, up and down I continue until Martin repositions me on my knees and shortens the rope that's responsible for my upcoming demise. Whether I was standing or kneeling, doing the up and down motion was the only thing that gave me comfort. It's just a matter of time...