The 100 Push-Up Challenge

One of my newbie coworkers, we call him Pab, has a fun idea for lightening up an office job ... and getting some exercise while on the clock.

At Pab's previous job, he had a buddy who would push him to do push ups. At any point of time during the day, they would demand, "Drop and give me 20!" of each other. They used to do handstand push ups against the wall, rear incline push ups, one-armed push ups, uneven push ups, and push ups with their thumbs and forefingers making the shape of a diamond on the ground. They were pretty serious about their push ups.

Well, Pab has recently recruited me to be his new push-up buddy. As we all know (and laugh), my arms came straight from my t-rex ancestors. I can barely pick up my 13-pound cat without feeling the burn. I have a hard time stirring cupcake batter without being in pain. I struggle with typing; my muscles are that weak.

Okay, that is a lie. But it is true that I couldn't even dream of doing 5 push ups.

Until yesterday ... when I did 10! (Applaud! That's a big deal for my wimp sticks!)

I started off by doing 4 push ups last week. Yesterday I made it up to 10. Today, I did 10 pushups with my feet up on a chair. By the end of July, he's pushed me to do 20. By Christmas, we're going to do 100.

I can think of two of you beautiful readers who have done 100 push-up challenges. In my true I-Overdo-Everything manner, I would like to be able to do 100 push ups, but also do something ridiculous like clap in between the last 5 to prove I've still got more in me.

With that, I need some major, major advice. Help for these little t-rex arms, anyone? (P/s: I don't -- and probably won't -- lift arm weights, so any training tips will have to be au-naturel.)

Ready, set, go!

This could be Pab & me. But our office isn't that kinky.