I say this cautiously, and quietly, for fear that they’re listening, but I think the worst of the burpees have passed. After a low point on Saturday (Day One), followed by a low point on Sunday (Day Two), followed by a pretty low point yesterday (Day Three), I completed my hundred burpees today for the first time without considering abandoning this life and running away to the Yukon.
Obviously, there’s a long way to go. 26 days. 2,600 burpees. And I am still in pain.
But the pain has plateaued. I can bend my arms more at this time today than I could at this time yesterday. And I’m figuring out when and how much to eat & drink without either feeling faint or feeling like one poorly directed burpee could turn me into a sort of human whoopie cushion expelling half-digested matter rather than a fart noise.
Perhaps most importantly, I’ve accepted the need to space the burpees out, and to do each one slowly. No, I’m not proud of this. I want to bounce up and down like the big boy (and girl) burpeers just as much as the next guy (and gal). But I have to live with it, because I am not an athlete. I am an NIT blogger. And I’m just getting by.
Bottom line, a major burpee-induced injury is looking slightly less likely than it has the last few days. Thank you all for your continued support.
