I was a regular at the gym a few years ago, went up to five times a week, and then I got sick with some kind of stomach bug. I was in good shape and was quickly back on my feet, but I went back to the gym too soon and something changed and I fell out of the habit. I'd rather miss a day here and there and set myself back a bit than blow the entire thing up. So, I'm ready today, I hope. The sets are 36, 40, 30, 24 and at least 40, a bit more varied than it has been the past couple of weeks. Here goes the first 36...
Done. They came off much more easily than I imagined, so next time I'll just take it as it comes. This is a set of 40...
Had to pause twice and that 40th push-up just barely qualifies as a push-up. I am definitely pushing myself here, and I don't just mean up and down on the floor. This must be why there's such a huge difference in the size of the sets, from 40 in the second down to 24 in the fourth. After this set the next one of 30 should be easier, I hope...
I shouldn't be surprised it was easier, but it was and I am. The set of 24 should be a breeze. Sounds like famous last words, doesn't it? We'll see...
No, I was right: they were a breeze. I feel like a Greek hero. That was too easy and only built up my confidence so I could experience hubris before facing the final set of at least 40 push-ups. I am going to struggle to get past the 40 mark. There's no doubt in my mind, so I'm going to shut it off and let my body do what it can without the brain telling it can't...
There should have been doubt. While I was resting that extra day my stamina was growing, apparently. I took time to rest myself completely between sets, too, and the 40 came off easily. I hope the trend continues because I've got to go from 40 at a time to 100 within two weeks. Thankfully, I only have to make progress a day at a time, so I'll see you on Friday!
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