I’m starting to see some changes. That is, I think I’m becoming buffer. I’m hoping that this is my shortcut to a Ben Stiller-esque career of making jokes and showing off my taut, muscular chest. Muscles and jokes is a sure-fire comedy goldmine.
And I’ve almost got the muscles.
But at what cost?
I’m dreading more and more the point in my morning when I need to press and sit up. Although, the other muscle I’m developing is my very English stiff upper lip, so it’s actually less dread, and more weary resignation.
To be honest, the days are all kinda blending into one another in terms of the ‘upping. In fact the thirties will be remembered as the decade when I had trouble remembering what day it was. (This applies mostly just to this event).
Although I guess it was around Day 32 that, in a moment of impulsive machismo, I tried to flip right from sit ups into press ups. It was, to date, the only time I needed to take a break during my sit ups. From here it was easy to accept Chiara’s suggestion of a break between my ‘ups.
General highlight: I think Chiara is really starting to dig it. I did forty sit-ups this afternoon (no stopping) and she came over to where I was collapsed on the carpet to dole out some fond (proud? admiring? horny?) kisses. I like this unforeseen side effect.
As for the press ups: Today I got 25 done. Had to stop for about a twenty count, and then did the other 15. This need for a mid-pressing pause first happened at about day 35 (though, if I’m being totally honest, I took a couple breaks before then too). I’m hoping that by Day 100 I’ll be able to do say, 85 press ups, then take a short break, and finish with the last 15. We’ll see.
One more thing:
This event next week, featuring she-behind-the-100 Days event Josie Long.
(That link goes to the website of Eddie Ross, who is a hundred dayer, doing a brilliant comic. I also had the pleasure of interviewing him for the arts feature I wrote on the event, which I’m trying to get published. IN PRINT).