Last weekend I started the 100 push-ups plan. In six weeks it’s supposed to bring you from whatever level of strength and fitness you happen to be at when you started to being able to do 100 push-ups. This seems quite suspect. The person who struggles to manage a single one on their first day is unlikely to reach the target in a month and a half, while the guy bashing out 98 of them every morning probably won’t take the full allotted time to master those final two.
Still, I cranked out a not-entirely-shameful 20 at the beginning, so the six week limit looks both achievable and mercifully distant at this point. I wavered on the last part of the day two routine of 12, 12, 10, 10, 10, though I will point out that due to technological limitations in the iPod clock application I was only taking 60 second breaks instead of the recommended 90 (check me out—I’m such a beefcake).
Expect to see a post filled to the brim with self-congratulation if I complete the full century by September 6th.