Iron Gate Pull-Up

I slipped past the lobby door and jogged straight out toward the courtyard's wrought-iron gate. Clamped right through the black latch was a massive brass padlock, hanging heavy like a solid golden anvil. What a training rig! I backed up, took three bounding strides, and launched myself into the air. Both hands locked onto the thick curved steel shackle! The heavy lock swung forward with a sharp clang, sweeping my boots off the ground. I tightened my grip, pulled with everything in my arms, and hoisted my chin cleanly over the cold metal bar. The brass body thumped against the gate, buzzing right through my knuckles. Grip strength fully tested!