Fitness Is Important

Nearly there...

998.

999.

1000.

Hells yeah. It's taken me on and off about a year now but even I have to congratulate myself on doing a thousand press-ups.  Congratulations.

I read somewhere on a cereal packet that doing a press-up is the equivalent to running a space mile so I've probably hit the moon and back a few times already.  First butcher on the moon probably.

It's not that I'm getting fat or anything, the opposite being true, I haven't weighed more than six stone in my entire life. It's partly why I'm so naturally adapted to gliding and why I always dress up as Flat Stanley on Halloween.

Hitting the big triple zero was a test of will, a battle with myself to show that I can beat myself, time and time again, and I'll be honest, finally achieving is a great feeling.

Next year I'm going to try tuck jumps.