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February 3, 2005
Pushups
OK... so about the pushups. Rebecca works with Emily and me, and she is a black belt. That's right! Despite being all-girl all the time and also despite her propensity to cry when presented with pictures of doggies or pictures of babies or pictures of crumpled up tissues, she could still kick your ass in a seriously lethal way. Just kidding SFPD! She would never kill anyone much.
We hear all the time about Rebecca's adventures at her dojo, and how they do just freaking billions of pushups -- on their knuckles, people.
So Rebecca decided that she, Emily and I should start doing pushups when it was slow and we were tempted to pass out from pure afternoon-itis. Just whenever Rebecca decided we needed it.
I'm not sure exactly how, but a new institution arose: hourly sets. Naturally, there are rules that govern this practice, as Rebecca and Emily are big on rules. First, we all have to be in the office together. B) We have a 20 minute window to accomplish this; ten minutes before and after the hour. If it's too soon before or after -- forget it, though make-up pushups have been instituted on occasion.
We started out doing 10 each time, but now Rebecca and I are both up to 15, and are closing in on 20. Emily got sick last week and still participated, though she hadn't truly recovered. It was more of a "push-down," but she still retains the Eye of the Tiger, if you know what I mean.
There is one more rule: after finishing the set, wash your hands. The floor here is disgustipating. Bleh.
Posted by kyle at February 3, 2005 11:11 AM
Comments
I'm jealous that you're in a workplace where you can do push-ups and not get odd looks from your co-workers.
Posted by: Lyle at February 3, 2005 12:55 PM