push ups

No running today, boohoo. As I’ve been saying this week, when you’re doing two jobs at once, something’s got to give. Today, it was running.

I left work in the dim dark past, sometime in the Jurassic period. It’s 7:26pm in the year 2008, or so I’m told, and I’ve finally made it back to home-sweet h.

Call me crazy, but I don’t feel like going out for a run in the middle of a wind tunnel. That’s how it feels out there.

So tonight, I’ll start week two of the hundred pushup challenge. Today looks pretty easy: 12, 12, 9, 7 then Max. I have no idea who Max is, or why I should push him, but we’ll see how we go.

Muscles: prepare yourself for a shock!

By the way, I’m doing a sort of experiment – I’m waiting to see how long it is before the lovely w. makes a comment about my new-found buff-ness. Nothing so far – she has drawn my attention to the bags under my eyes, how tired I look in general and the desperately filthy state of my jeans, but my well developed musculature has strangely escaped her notice.

Maybe by week 3 or 4 she’ll notice something’s up.