I am on my knees gasping for breath and willing my arms & chest to push out 15 more push-ups. I was toast! I had run 8 miles, done 250 pushups & 100 pull-ups and we were only 3/4 of the way to our goal. My upper body was as rubbery as gumby.
I was beginning to think I had bitten off more than I could handle. Doubt was slowly slithering its way into my mind.
“You cannot do it! 13 miles, 250 pull-ups & 500 push-ups – YOU IDIOT. Why did you decide to do this?,” I thought.
Then I heard the voice of Cyborg, “Hey you gonna finish with those push-ups or what? Let’s get going if we are gonna run an extra 7 miles.” Continue Reading…