Thank you to those of you who kept asking me about my push ups and doing their part to keep me accountable: the Hubbs, Jonathan Walker,and mom. To the rest of you, thanks for making wagers on my failure. But who am I to be angry, I didn't exactly work all that hard, in fact, I failed miserably. I gave up after several weeks of consistent effort with little gain to show for it. My disgust with myself is not that I failed to reach 100 push-ups, but that I quit so easily. That makes me a quitter, and I'm not a quitter. I'm not. This revealed to me much about myself, though. It brought to light my inability to push myself when something is difficult, it brought to light how weak my resolve often is, and (duh!) what a lousy wimp I am. Now, I'm not fishing for your compliments or sympathy here, so just keep those mum. I'm simply saying that I've got some problems and this demonstrates that. Thank you to those who kept reading and were following my story. I am truly sorry to let you down so. I have other things to blog here, but I thought that I should write the concluding chapter of this sad saga.
Oh, and Lars was gracious in administering his punishment. After telling me that he knew I was going to fail, he said that I have to take that $100 and take a female of my choice out to dinner. If this is torture, chain me to the wall... ;)
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Hopefully you picked an eligible female for the dinner. ;-)
Ah well...good for you that you even started the venture. :) Glad to hear you are well!
Hey, you were talking about me when you mentioned those who made wagers on your failure, right? YES!
Yup, pretty much. Congratulations.
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