And then casually mentioned to her that I was thinking of doing it. Which then committed me to doing it.
Real pushups, not girl pushups.
On a good day I can do maybe three real pushups. On a not-so-good day I fall asleep on the floor. I know they’re good for me, but how many pushup people does a family need? My brother is in the Army and can knock out pushups like nobody’s business. I figured I’d just let him do the pushups for the both of us.
Riiiiiiight. Not so much.
I’m starting on the very lowest level, and hoping that doesn’t kill me. So far, so good. Talk to me in a few weeks…I may be typing with my tongue.
And then I’ll lift my van over my head.