No, not the hockey stick wielding bad guy from The Running Man, but the temperature outside at skipping time. Glad we're only churning out low numbers at the moment and I can retreat to the warmth of the Bear Pit to wrap things up.
I bought some perfect push ups last time round, the ones that are in the advert claiming to be invented by a marine. They cost about £50 and I never used them. Sucker.
Anyway, if i remember rightly the reason I didn't use them was because while I could do, for example, 3x12 push ups using just my bare hands and an old fashioned piece of floor, when I introduced the 'perfect' contraption it turned out I could only do 1x12 then I'd collapse halfway through the 2nd set and resort to doing a couple more on the floor before tutting at my frivolous waste of money and moving on to the next exercise.
I'm using them from the start this time and so far so good, hitting the targets on each set and they now sit proudly in the living room, waiting for me to get home from work every day. Turns out I didn't use them last time cause it made exercising harder. Guess what? Exercising is supposed to be hard.
I'm definitely not suggesting anyone should buy press up machines just because they're endorsed by a marine, but I've already wasted my money so I'm going to give them a whirl. There's a moral to the story in there somewhere too. Something about corners.
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