...push-up boy takes a break. That means the seventh day since I started keeping track last Saturday, though yesterday was my first big day so I guess I have to face myself and admit I'm wussing out on my second day. But doing this right is going to take discipline, not just a barbaric assault on my knuckles. That resumes tomorrow.
Did 400 yesterday - 240 in the morning and the rest in the evening, when my shoulder started barking at me about hard labor and cruel and unusual punishment and someone not having a very good grip on his anger management skills.
I considered cranking out a few reps later on but saving it till morning, I've convinced myself, is the better call. Like I said: discipline.
So for today, in the words of the wise Homer Simpson, the agenda speaks for itself: 'Beer me!'
I'll have my knuckles back on the floor tomorrow.