225 pushups

I did 225 pushups today. 15 reps on the hour starting at 0900 with the last set at 2300. I do feel accomplished because I did something physical with my Sunday. Maybe mediation would’ve been a better use of the time. We’ll never know.

The original goal was 200, but I botched the math. lol botched? Is that right to say like that? Anyway, I felt good and kept redoing the math incorrectly throughout the day – specifically, calculating at what time I was supposed to do my final set of 15.

I think the last hour was supposed to be 2200. That’s OK. If I lift tomorrow, I can skip chest and shoulders altogether.

My mathing wasn’t the only thing off today. I’m not nurturing my relationship very well. Maybe I need more sleep. Maybe I’m trash at listening and understanding. Maybe the Light of My Life and I are not prepared for the scenario we’ve volunteered for. Maybe listing maybe’s is exhausting and not helpful.

I have to sleep. Today went as badly between us as it could have gone – to where I siloed myself in the bedroom to prevent more damage. However, I question that decision too now that I’m standing alone in the kitchen eating dinner…I have to sleep.

A good rest will give me a clearer head in the morning. I’m certain. Certain!

Michael, go to sleep. Your brain is done for the day. Put on your audiobook, brush your teeth, and stretch out on that ridiculously-priced mattress. You’re worthy of admiration, love, and success.