…of exercising. Good gawd, apparently I *am* that senile. Apparently 30 push-ups after 8 years lack of proper training means hell. Yes, I was exercising my Iaido on Monday, so there’s that factor of my muscle hasn’t recovered properly, but COME ON. It’s been 3 days.

Back in high school, Mountaineering club has this a special type of “punishment”. If you make a mistake or failed on any kind, you do push-ups. Since high-schools in Indonesia are 3 years term, first-years do 10, soph. do 20, seniors do 30. Mix that with the fact it is a Catholic all boys school that in some funny way promotes ”discipline through violence” (in a good way)(sort of…) we made a LOT of mistakes, lol. Hence, I spent my senior years treating 30 push-ups like nothing. I didn’t break a sweat.

Well, this morning I think broke more than just a sweat.

Wonder how am I gonna explain to my boss the fact that I can barely move my arms…

Oh god and I even plan to do this again tomorrow. What was I thinking?