If you don’t see any change whatsoever, except for my pants – that’s because there hasn’t been any. Not a damn bit!
I almost didn’t finish. Half way through the month I was lagging way behind and a friend of mine (Shaggy – we rented his place for a bit in Hawaii) texted me that he was almost done the 1000 burpees. So I had to finish. I couldn’t have Shaggy finish my own god damn workout without me.
So I did somewhere between 50 and 70 burpees each day and caught up, and it sucked and I hated every day of it.
But the overall purpose of all of this – which is to force me to exercise every day mainly so I don’t end up staying indoors for 3 straight days and not changing out of my track pants – was a wild success.
I haven’t had that cagey feeling, that restless shitty “I need a shower” feeling – and not from exercise but from precisely the opposite. Nobody should ever need a shower because they haven’t exercised. And I was doing that. Or not doing it. And it felt like shit. So now I’m needing showers again because I stink because I worked out. And I feel way better for it.
This month, 1000 deadlifts.
Maybe there will be visible change, but probably not. I’m feeling the internal change, so that’s enough to keep me going.
That and god damn Shaggy texting me every few days with an update that he’s ahead of me in reps – again.
Check out my face in this picture. Looks like I have half an orange in my mouth and I’m about to cry. Probably was about to cry.