Every once in a while, for the past few months, Pinboy has been trying his best to get me to do push-ups. I don’t have a problem with trying them; getting up from the floor is what presented the problem. Last night, he was gently emphatic that I begin doing push-ups. I quietly agreed. So, he told me to get some rest and to mentally prepare myself (I have to do that with some things and he knows it).
All day long I kept wondering how I would do when I went to the gym. Frankly, I’d rather think about the gym and be excited about it than dealing with the end-of-the-year stress.
Into the training room we went. First, I tried push-ups using the platform, since we weren’t sure how I’d get back up. 🙂 That angle was too painful for the fluid I still carry just below my knees. Pinboy suggested that I just try some ab stuff, since I was pretty much down on the floor, so I did. I did those really well and then he suggested a full push-up. I couldn’t do that, but I found a better angle for my knees and I was able to do the push-ups. I did 20 push-ups and a lot of ab work.
Pinboy doesn’t praise me too often, as I might get too happy with myself. He’s really nice and everything, but just doesn’t over-do the compliments. Tonight he told me he was impressed with what I did. That made me feel good.
Now…to maybe actually really try to write a real post. Heh. (One more week, folks. I will have graded 150 essays by Friday evening: two class sets, today; two class sets, Thursday; one class set Friday. YUK!)