Every year as new buds herald spring, Lucy get’s to chuckle at me. Because every year I make some sort of bold declaration. If I’m honest it’s usually the same one. Something along the lines of “I’m going to become bronzed and muscled for the Summer.”
Now for those of you that know me, you’ll agree this is a somewhat, ah, shall we say aspirational goal. But this year is different. Well, maybe not that different, but different enough.
Y’see, we’re all heading to South Africa to catch up with my amazing “I drove all the way through Africa from Henfield, England to Stellenbosch, South Africa” mum and step-dad. Joining my youngest brother, Gaz, and his wife, Michelle. Also joining us will be the older of my two (much younger) brothers, Stuart and his wife, Marissa. It will be the first actual Christmas Day we’ve spent as a core family in about 2 decades.
Now, the thing about my brothers, is that they got the bronzed and muscled genes, whereas I got, well, the pudgy ones. We’re not very competitive. Much. As you can imagine in a household of boys who grew up in a patriarchal society.
So whilst I can out-tech, out-think, and out-eat them (or at least out-think that I can) it’s a source of continual embarrassment that they look like Greek Gods, and I look like Buddha.
So, I’m throwing the gauntlet! It’s just on 6 weeks until we leave, and in that time I can do the:
What about you?
Up for it? I’ll see you on the mat, mate.
The challenge is set:
Christmas Day at noon, wherever you are, 100 properly formed pushups verified by video.
If you’re interested in supporting the cause, or need to do something about that soft, pudgy exterior (inside you’re a man of steel), drop a comment below. I’d love to see your attempts and share sweaty stories of exertion and exhaustion.
D’you reckon we can get Clarkson, Hamster, and May to take up the challenge? I mean, how hard can it be….