I’m at 205 pushups/sit-ups. This time last year I was…at 40? I think? Something like that. Doing this many each day was inconceivable.
You, know, actually…it wasn’t inconceivable. I remember pretty quickly realizing it was going to work with this program I set up, of starting so small and gradually increasing each day. I was already sticking with it easier than I ever had any exercise regimen, and adding one each day wasn’t even noticeable. So, where I’m at today was far away at that point…but not inconceivable.
Good day today. Woke up on time. Wrote. Languished for a bit after that, but rallied in the late morning to get a ton of work done, and finished up strong in the afternoon as well. Did a couple things that were giving me anxiety, too. Always a relief when I’m able to knock out tasks like that.
I’m beat, too. Wiped out.
It was a good day.
Night.