Here’s my big sister, Jane (center). In high school, her nickname was “Olive Oil.” She has the arm strength of Popeye. She’s a strong woman. I found out, after a particularly difficult Mother’s Beach boot camp-style workout that she can do 50 full push-ups without stopping. Me? Well I’m about as close to accomplishing that as an IM.
But I did feel inspired that she can do it. After all, we do come from the same gene pool. She’s six years older than me, so there goes that excuse. I just need to do it.
It’s like my old trainer Justin (www.sandchallenge.com) has psychic abilities or something. Yesterday he sent me the invitation to a challenge. Would I like to do 50 push-ups a day until the end of July? How could I refuse? They won’t be the full military press kind. They’ll be the dainty (okay read “wimpy”) knees-on-the-floor kind. They may not be done all at once, but I’ll do ‘em. And maybe, eventually, I’ll be able to do them just like her. Anybody else in?