Push-ups. I love them. I hate them. I kinda sorta like them. This month I've enlisted the help of my friends on this goal of 1,000 push-ups for the month. It's turned into friendly competition for some, motivation for others and, of course, people who said they'd join but never did. It's the first two groups that I'm most impressed with, and it's those friends who have kept me going these first couple of weeks of the month.
In all my other failures to do a push-ups program, this time is truly different having longtime friends join in. Getting to a specific number of max push-ups isn't the goal; simply gaining consistency, getting stronger and having fun as part of the process is what matters.
By the end of the month we'll all be in a better spot that we were on Aug. 1. Then on Sept. 1, we'll have to do something different to keep motivating each other. For now, though, the focus is on the second half of the month.
I've done 426 push-ups through tonight. As I write this 10 of us have done 4,450 push-ups. That's quite a few stronger arms and cores out there for just a few minutes of work every day.
As for my other goals, I'm very much on track with more biking miles than running miles (28.6 vs. 21.6), and I'm pretty confident about getting to 10 miles for a long run this month despite having relatively low mileage so far. Over the weekend my mountain adventure led to some great time on my feet even though my mileage was less than the week before.
Speaking of the mountain adventure, here's a look at that elevation change: