We finished renovating the Baby’s Room last week. We resurfaced all the walls, redid the electrical (knob and tube wires are not the safest), installed new lights, laid a floor and painted everything. It only took us six months. My excuse is that it is hard to work on stuff when everyone has other jobs. Again, we owe a huge amount of thanks to our awesome neighbor who continues to teach me how to actually do the stuff we do. He also lets us borrow his tools. And additional thanks goes out to Doug who has let us use his nail gun for almost a year now. It has been great for installing base boards and the pigeon problem. Follow the jump for before and after shots!
Whew! That was painful. The soreness in my arms has gone down, but my abs are still rebelling against my goals. I had Liz watch my form last night and she says I am dropping to a good depth, but I may need some unbiased feedback. My set today was not as invigorating as Wednesday’s. I did the minimum requirements: a set of 11, a set of 15, two sets of 9 and a “Do as many as you can do” set of 13. My abs are numb right now. I have been stretching every day to try and loosen my muscles, but right now I feel as though I have been suspended upside down by my toes and all the blood has rushed into my arms and hands. Hopefully next week gets a little easier.
Well, I started. My arms don’t hurt so much as don’t have any feeling in them. I did a set of 10, a set of 12, two sets of 7 and a final “Do As Many As You Can Do” set of 12. I collapsed. But, hey, I did a total of 48 push-ups today! Granted, not all in one go (which is the ultimate goal), but that’s more push-ups than I think I have done in the previous 28 years of my life
. Thank goodness tomorrow is a rest day.
Todd and his 100 Push-Ups (Initial Test)
Posted by Todd on Saturday Jun 6, 2009 Under Miscellaneous, Todd
Right off the bat, I want to be clear about something: that picture is not me. However, something strange has happened between my 27th and 28th birthdays. The metabolism which kept me at an emaciated 140 lbs growing up has decided it’s worked hard enough in my life and is taking a vacation. It has allowed this alien lifeform to attach itself to my midsection. Evidently this new globulous mass dislikes waistlines and comfort. In order to maintain itself, it requires vast ammounts of Southwestern Egg Rolls and Ranch Dressing. It also does not like me walking up hills or stairs. It hates stairs. For the past year I have been meaning to do something about it. Today marked me actually starting something.

