My definition of ‘man push-up’ is a push up with no knees on the ground. The way push-ups should be. Like a cross between planking and having sex (grunting included). My record of man push-ups in a row was set about a year ago, before my operations, when my upper body strength was at its most ‘hardcore’ for a while. My record was 40.
Now I haven’t really done the ‘How Many Man Push-ups Can I Do In A Row’ test for a while. I cracked out 20 in Australia, when I had a contest with my brother and my dad. I went first, so I stopped at 20, since I totally underestimated my competition. My brother struggled into first with a painful looking 30, but we were both destroyed by our 61 (now 62) year old dad, who threw in an extra 5 just for show. Sick.
Tonight, it was time for a check-up. I was not confident, especially after a pull-up attempt at a local park involved me hanging lifelessly from a bar in front of a family with small kids staring at my total inability to lift my own bodyweight. My boyfriend had to help me up, and I let myself down gently in a slow, controlled movement. This will be how I build strength. Anyway, the point is, I had I feeling I was going to suck hard.
The result? I hit my record of 40! Admitedly the final five were pretty shady, but I’m stoked. The colour of beetroot and able to feel my heartbeat in my eyeball, but stoked!
Next goal? 50.