The One Hundred Pushups Challenge gets you to a point over 6 weeks where you can do 100 consecutive pushups. The schedule is 3 sessions a week so mine are on Saturdays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’m doing the ones on the toes rather than the knees, just because I like to make life really difficult for myself.
Each session has 5 sets of pushups with a minute in between for recovery. Today was 2 sets of 6, 2 sets of 4 and the final set was as many as you can manage – I got to 6.
After the 1st round I got fed up waiting for the recovery minute to pass and would have started too early but Neil said it might be better to wait. He was right – the second lot of 6 were definately a bit wobbly and the other sets turned into a rapid, progressive loss of control.
There’s an awful moment just after you start the pushup when you realise how much weight your arms and back are going to have to support. You feel how feeble your arms are and how they’re the only things preventing an undignified impact, nose-first with the floor. Neil videoed it and it was pretty ugly. My arms had sussed it out and didn’t want to bend at all so there was a fair bit of derriere going up and down.
A pushup probably only lasts about 5 seconds but in that space of time I came to bitterly regret all the cake/chocolate/alcohol I’d had over the past week. This is A Good Thing – a wake up call to make me realise what my body goes through carting myself around all week. It would be very grateful if I lost 10kg.
This was advanced wobbling on the last pushup. I was very glad to stop.
Overall that was 26 semi-reasonable-ish pushups.
So, as I was sitting around feeling rather smug, I thought, what’ll I do now?
I’d put myself in the middle category in terms of ability but it was too easy – I didn’t bother with the recovery periods, I just went through the whole thing. I’ll switch to the difficult one on Tuesday.
In gratitude to my poor arms, we’re not having any Chateau Collapso tonight and Neil’s making his chicken bhuna curry – the healthiest evening we’ve had for a while.
I don’t know why but the foot is still sore despite all the stretching, wheat bags and massage. I’ll have to go back to the physio or maybe it just takes a while to settle down. A bit fed up with it all but at least I’ve got other things to focus on while it sorts itself out. Tomorrow is Pump and then yoga with a different instructor. Hopefully a bit more serene than the last yoga class.