Maybe I missed it after doing next to nothing once I reached the 100,000 mark.
Maybe I needed a way to keep myself warm in my chilly house. (Why do people still heat with oil? Stuff's expensive.)
Maybe I'm bored. (Nope, not with a half dozen writing projects and three young kids to manage.)
Maybe I suddenly began feeling lazy. (Closer to the mark, methinks.)
Or maybe I have this deep-seated need to punish myself, to attempt to make up in some karmic way for certain things I've done.
Whatever the reason, on January 1st I started in with the pushups again. After a short two-week hiatus I could feel my strength had abated somewhat, instilling in me a mix of despondence and disconcertment.
After a month of few particularly high daily totals and even fewer days of doing nothing, I've hit 10,000. Who knows what the year will bring; maybe I need a bigger reason this time around than 'just to do it.'
Or maybe I should go see a shrink.