Drop and give me thirty... |
My pesky, whiny shoulder has his routine too. Start acting up halfway through the morning, then drown me in visions of damaged ligaments and outpatient surgery all afternoon - which doesn't help make me any more patient or kind a father. Then in the evening?
That's where Clint Eastwood enters the scene.
I don't know which movie it was, probably not the one with the orangutan, but good old young Clint was trying to muck a bunch of soldiers into fighting shape with this 'evaluate, adapt, overcome' sort of mantra. A week ago I would have deferred to the orthopedic surgeon in my head and left the pushup routine alone for a while - like until next year. But brilliant me, I decided to tell the world (not that anyone is listening) that I have resolved to complete this mad mad mission, and I feel I can only figure out a way to keep moving forward.
So I evaluated: continuing will suck, but quitting will suck more.
I adapted: keeping my arms closer to the sides of my body, I found, takes a significant amount of strain off the ligaments or whatever in my shoulder that are being all wimpy - enough that they barely let out a whimper.
And I overcame: this evening at least.
150 this morning, same this evening. Slightly under what I will need to do on average to reach 100,000 by the time the ball drops in Times Square, but doing 420 yesterday really was not that bad; in a few months 500 in a day should be entirely doable.
Unless I get a job. A job that doesn't involve doing pushups.
I wonder if Clint is planning a sequel to Million Dollar Baby...
The name of the movie you're looking for is Heartbreak Ridge. A classic Clint performance and also one of the only watchable Mario Van Peebles movies in existence.
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