Two weeks have passed since I hired a
torturer trainer to motivate me (and my muscles).
Maybe you, too, decided to get into better health two weeks ago. Or maybe you are like Ken G., Bill, Muni, Cindy, and Sharon–some of my loyal friends who are already in shape. I’ve heard from most of you with encouraging words.
Like all races against time, getting back in shape is harder the older you are, so it’s critical to stop the watch and take inventory (or in my case, take Advil) and pat yourself on the back—if you can reach your back and it doesn’t cause too much pain.
You might remember thinking Poor Cheri, she cannot do one push-up. Or perhaps you thought, Pathetic Cheri, what a wimp.
I am here to report that I can now do 2.5 push-ups before my chest falls to the mat. Hooray for me?
One more thing: I see muscle emergence in my biceps and triceps. The slight shadow of muscle tissue is doing its best to emerge from a serious (but enjoyable) slumber.
I even bought a medicine ball.
How are you doing?