You may have caught some moments on the timelapse video where I appear to be humping the ground … if you look carefully, my pants are actually on. I was attempting to do 50 pushups a day before going out drinking. Mostly, I did a good job of that, but a couple nights I forgot and had a beer before the pushups, and one night I just couldn’t do anymore. I know 50 pushups doesn’t sound like a lot, but when you’re a chain-smoking, tequila-drinking slob, 50 is quite a few.
Well, today, I hit 500 pushups for our trip.
I feel a little better about myself, but one of my heroin-skinny shirts won’t button over my chest anymore. Here’s me remembering to do pushups in the Albany bar in Cheyenne. That’s brown lightning, baby.
