F*@$*ing Pushups

So… my pushups weren’t meeting requirements on Saturday, i.e., chest to the floor or at the very least, shoulders breaking the plane of my elbows. My ego wants me to crank out piles and piles of pushups, but my internal monologue wants me to do them right… even if it means I can only do two.

Which is, in fact, what it means.

So I’ve started the Hundred Pushups again. But this time, the damn things don’t count if my chest doesn’t touch the floor. It shouldn’t be that hard, considering I’ve got a pair of Cs up here, but I’m struggling.

Today, I was supposed to do 2 – 2 – 2 – 2 – at least 3.

I managed 2 – 1.5 (ha!) – 2 – 1.5 – 2.

That’s just sad.

But I’m not giving up.

Never cheat. Never quit.

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