Monday I was flying pretty high after conquering the big TEN. That was until I looked at what I was supposed to do in the dreaded push-up challenge for week 3. Are you KIDDING me? I have been faithful for two weeks and I still can't go more that 6 at a time. What gives? How about all of you other push-up challenge people out there? Were you guys really able to progress at the recommended rate? Go ahead and tell me, I can take it. I will just chalk it up to me being almost twice as old as most of you and at least ten years older than the rest of you. Except, of course, for my sister....who would probably blow my doors in should we have a mano a mano pushup challenge. (yeah---she's the one who did 40 miles on an elliptical machine during the Detroit Marathon last year because her podiatrist told her she shouldn't run on pavement). I guess I'm repeating week two this week. If ever I am thinking about changing the name of my blog, I will just remember my push-up challenge and be certain that 'pathetic' definitely belongs in the title.
The good news is that my four-mile run last night was great. I still can't believe that I can run that long. I still can't believe I can do it without someone having to use the paddles to revive me. I can't believe I'm a third of the way through the marathon training. I can't believe how tired my legs are. I can't believe how much I don't care! I'm so glad I'm doing this!