Please don’t get me wrong, I still ran. I was, after all, a Health & Physical Education major, destined to be a High School Gym teacher during the school year, and drive a beer truck during summers – just like Mr Warner, our 8th-grade Gym Teacher. He was the epitome of cool.
But between the beer consumption and the late night munchies, I had to run. You get the picture.
So the next day at work, sharing the story with a colleague, who was also miserably out of shape, I said, “Look at us, we need to start working out. Can you do a push-up? I mean, right now. Let’s start right here, right now – here in the hallway. One push-up”.
He said, “Sure, I can do one push-up. Are you kiddin’ me? But I ain’t doing it here.”
Come on, I said, we’ll do one push-up a day for a week. The second week, we’ll do two push-ups a day. Third week, three a day, etc.