Or is it just me?
I used to take a class at my gym called "Chisel" and there were push-ups involved. And there was sweat and whimpering and quietly dropping into the girly knees-down push-up position and then more struggling and shaking of the biceps. It felt like punishment! But.
BUT. Nothing makes you feel more badass, more powerful, more ARRRGH than doing a push-up. Even the wussy kind. Even if you are wearing one of those new running skirts. (Which, sorry, I have not gotten behind yet because I think I would feel even more ridiculous running through downtown if I was running through downtown in a mini-skirt... but convince me, America. Prove to me that running skirts have changed your lives and maybe I could be persuaded.) But even if you are wearing a running skirt that matches your tank tops with lavender- and pink-colored swirls on it and Top 40 music is playing in the background and you are worried about messing up your hair... if you do a push-up, you will feel like the baddest freak around. Guaranteed.
So despite my conviction that push-ups were invented for pure punishment, I will try to do some tonight. I will report back, if I'm able to scrape myself up off the floor.
(Sidenote: I said I used to take a class at my gym. But now my schedule doesn't line up with the classes that my favorite, most kick-ass instructor teaches and I can't find anyone else I like as much. Favorite Instructor, please come back! I'm still running and doing yoga from time to time, but my muscles have turned into wet noodles and I am pathetic! I can't even open a jar of peanut butter! Help!)
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