Then when it came time to do twenty pushups, I was able to squeeze out seven before I fell on my nose. For the second set of ten, I got out two and a half.
I keep telling myself this is good for me. But damn, I ache this morning.
On the bright side, last Wednesday the massage therapist used the word "definition." So, hopefully I'm actually building some structure under the fat layer. If only I could do that without feeling like someone beat me up...