The Quest

I have always been small. Not short, small. Whether it's playing football, basketball, or ultimate-frisbee, my playing has been marked by furtive movements at key moments to avoid being crushed. When heavy lifting must be done, I strain with my entire body to accomplish what the average male should only mildly struggle with. The goal for me is to show as little strain on my face so that if I can do something others can do as well, I simply must do it in such a way that they will not be able to tell that I am trying my hardest to do what they can effect with little effort.

Enough, I say. Well, actually, that's what Lars said. Oh Lars. No one can push me like that man. You work with someone for half a summer and next thing you know, they're making you strive for higher goals. We all need these friends. Why Lars, though? I don't know, exactly, except that I think he understands me like few do, and his honesty is so plain that I know I can trust it. I would say it is at times maybe even cruel, but the thing is he knows me and means well in his *ahem* constructive criticisms.

So here's the deal. I have changed the name of my blog, because you, the reader, are joining me on a journey to reach one hundred push-ups. Lars witnessed a pathetic attempt of mine at push-ups, and thanks to his challenge to bulk-up, I made him a deal. At the end of this semester, I'll be able to do 75 push-ups pat, or I give him $100. No deal, he says. One hundred push-ups. Fine. And I don't want your money, he says. "?" Now I do one hundred push-ups, or I have to spend that $100 however he tells me. That's real motivation. I imagine that Lars could exercise his genius to think of many, er, creative ways for me to spend that hundred dollars, none of which I want to experience. Thus this blog will be an honest update on my quest for one hundred.

Wish me luck, I'm going to need it!