I've saved my weekly sheet as the background for my desktop, so I think about pushups everytime I use my computer. I'm consumed with this idea and vow to reach 100 pushups. here I go: I'm starting week 2, column 2, based on the very wise Michael and his suggestion.
Set 1: too easy. I'm thinking I should've started week 3, maybe...
Set 2: ok, what just happened. My arms are shaking a little as I type.
Set 3: 8 more. Feeling the pressure in my pecs. I feel like the tinman as I come back up from #7.
set 4: Losing it now... I fight for four as if I'm underwater, "have to surface...so far to go." I breathe.
Again on six, and eight. I let out some battlecry and almost scare myself, "Where'd that come from?"
set 5: I bottom out at six, and think, "I'm gonna have to type that I gave up at six...no way." Keep pushing, keep fighting. Arms buckle at eight, chest bumps the floor and I have to arc my back to overcome. Bad form, I think. I switch to ladies' style and barely push out two more. I feel like such a moron. Too cocky. Look at me now: Ladies pushups.
9,11, 8, 8, 10
Oh, man. What's gonna happen Wednesday?
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you're going to get it done.
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