One Hundred Pushups

I hate Melissa Maples. No, really. She decided to do the Hundred Pushups challenge and, not wanting to be beaten by another Melissa(h), I said ‘eff that! Sign me up.’

Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. I did six whole real push-ups, the ones from my feet, thank you, and literally collapsed on the seventh. Curiously, I didn’t find it particularly stressful until my body gave out under me as I was attempting number seven and I collapsed on the floor. On one hand, I know I’m pathetic. On the other hand, hell yes! Rank 2! From my feet! Eat that, everyone-in-the-world!

I can feel the ouchies coming on, even though it’s only been 10 minutes after I completed my initial test. I would have liked to have started the challenge tomorrow, but we’ll see how it goes. I have a feeling I’ll be complaining instead of exercising.

My sweet buddy, Luke, is doing this with me because he’s awesome. It’ll be fun to see if he and I can do a hundred push-ups after the six weeks is up.