Not Those Girly Push-ups!

My insides are on fire!!

For some freakish reason, I decided to go turbo-cruncher today. 100 normal crunches, 50 with my torso turned to the left, 50 with my torso turned to my right...and then the kicker, 50 with my legs up in the air feeling like someone just stuck a match in my belly button! (sorry guys, no pictures!)

This was after my 30 minutes at Curves. After fighting through pouring rain, lightning, thunder and hail! (no, I'm not being overdramatic - I'm for real!)

I was thinking, while doing my crunches, about the stuff my dad used to have me do when I was around 9 or 10. He'd make me PT with him. He'd have me try to run with him, at least for a short distance, and he would time me. He would have me increase my push-ups each week. I was the only 4th grader who could do 30 push-ups...real ones, not the girly ones!

Wow, imagine if I would have kept that up since I was 9! So, today I wondered, "How many push-ups can I do now?"

I didn't want to do it in front of the others, so I thought I'd wait until I got home.

I did 'em, arms shoulder width apart, back straight, butt level, and pushing all the way to the floor...with Kiki in my face and running under me. A freaking whopping 10 of 'em! How sad!

So, I'm considering adding them to my routine. Although, at the moment, my arms are now jelly and couldn't even pick up fork. Hmmm...maybe that's a good thing :-)