I keep slaying my old personal push-up best. Tonight I did my best to celebrate passing 100 by saying "Yeah! 100! Sweet!" but all that came out was "Pant! Wheeze! Gasp!" because I was still in the middle of the last set. I then managed to crank out four more.
104, holy crap-filled gumball machine Batman!
People who work out a lot always say the same thing "Once you get into it, you start to look forward to it!" and I always said "Yeah whatever!" because I couldn't imagine ever actually looking forward to putting myself into painful situations.
It's true, sometimes I need a little nudge to motivate me after a particularly weary day but it's far less of a nudge I needed at the onset of this endeavor. It's part of the routine now so it doesn't even seem like a chore. Now that I'm really beginning to see results I look forward to it more and more.
I coudn't even believe it, I reached my goal and still had six or seven seconds on the clock!
So I busted out a few more. I think it helped that today is Monday and I had all weekend to rest and watch episodes of "Red Dwarf" on Netflix instant que in full loaf-mode.
Between TPT and Tabatas, the Viking approacheth ever faster and he is more determined than ever!
TSN
-- Alias Bjorn The Viking
- Roaster of the Mighty Cornish Hen
- Grinder of a thousand battle-hardened peppercorns
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