Let me tell you a story: when I was much younger, I took martial arts classes for about a year (Tang Soo Do to be exact). When I first started, I couldn’t do even 10 push-ups or sit-ups. By the time I quit a year later, I could manage to pump out 50 push-ups and 200+ sit-ups. I don’t know how many more sit-ups I could do at the time since I didn’t stop at 200 because I couldn’t do any more, I stopped because I was bored. My point is this: I don’t think I’ve ever been (relatively) stronger than I was at that time. So when I’m told that there’s a training program that can get me doing 100 push-ups in 6 weeks, I call shenanigans on that.
And yet, for reasons undefined, I decided to give the 100 push-ups thing a try. So I did the initial test to see how many push-ups I could do, which would in turn determine regiment to start on: I could barely manage 15. I know, I’m so strong. Terry Crews has nothing on me. Unfortunately, the program agrees with me, so I ended up on the hardest regiment. After barely surviving the first week, my muscles were telling me that this was an awful idea. I was positive my body was going to melt if I did another push-up ever again. Luckily, my body is still intact after week 2. I can’t always be right, it seems. I still don’t think I’ll be able to pump out 100 push-ups after 4 more weeks, but I’ll make sure to write all about it regardless of the results. I also need to make a will, just in case.