Days 8, 9, and 10
Turns out those wimpy sets following the diagnostic were actually tuned down to meet my wimpy needs. They’ve been almost exactly as much as I can handle, though.
Trying to take the pushups outdoors has just reminded me how brutal the sun can be. Facing down 100+ degree weather is even less fun than it sounds when you’re lifting yourself off the ground and trying to avoid burning your hands and feet in the process.
Today reminded me of the importance of a daily schedule. The pushup program’s fatal flaw is that it doesn’t have one. Worse, it has a two-day gap reminiscent of goatse.cx (link goes to the Wikipedia page for the uninformed). This can randomly lead to total forgetfulness about the program, as nearly happened to me tonight. In fact, I jumped out of bed, slammed out some 59 big ones, and then hopped online to write about my near-miss.
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