I posted a few days ago about my sister (the crazy cake lady), her new blog and the challenge she has made for herself… to make all these crazy beautiful cakes in 1 year from a certain cake cookbook.
I too have decided to challenge myself. Except you aren’t going to be as excited about mine. It isn’t going to help you or intrigue you at all, I can’t post pictures, and none of my friends get to eat anything yummy as a result of my hard work. I’m pretty sure the only person that benefits from it whatsoever is me. Hmmm. Does this mean it’s a selfish challenge? I don’t know.
Anyway. Ever since I had a big wreck last November and had to have a good bit of physical therapy, I’ve been working out alot. The physical therapist had me doing weight/strength training 3 days a week, so I figured I might as well keep it up once the therapy was over. So I have. Plus I added in a bunch of other stuff. So I am actually gaining some strength and tone for the first time in my life. I have pretty much been a pansy for the past 27 years.
In order to give myself a measurable goal, I decided to give myself a challenge. By the end of the summer (as in, before Labor Day), I am going to be able to do 30 REAL pushups (not the girly kind), and 10 REAL pullups. You might laugh at me, but considering I have never done a single one of either, I am considering this a pretty lofty challenge.
I tried last night so I can judge exactly where I’m starting from. I did 5 girly pushups. It was hard. I couldn’t do a single REAL pushup, so I’m starting with zero there. And I didn’t even get a centimeter off the floor when I tried a pullup, so I’m at zero for that one too. So I’d say I have a long way to go.
But I’m going to get there, just you watch. Or don’t watch, because I think the process is going to be a little embarrassing.
If Janie can crank out master cakes multiple times a week with less effort than it would take me to make a batch of brownies, I think I can manage a few measly pullups. And if not… then I’ll get her to make me an “I’m sorry you’re still such a pansy” cake as a consolation prize.