I made it. I made it to day #200! So pleased with that for some reason.
However, I am NOT pleased with the fact I don't know how to keep my mouth shut. I told him that it was day #200 and as soon as I sent that text, I knew. I knew he would concoct some awful, horrifying workout for me.
He did not disappoint.
20 stair runs
200 sit ups
200 calories on bike
every 3 minutes on the minute:
10 push ups
10 shoulder presses
Seriously? I didn't know what he meant by the every 3 minutes thing so I asked. *sigh* I should have just ignored it. Really.
Start the clock. At 3 minutes, stop what I'm doing and do 10 push ups and 10 presses and then go back to what I was doing. At 6 minutes, stop what I'm doing and do 10 push ups and 10 presses. So on and so forth. I died. I thought I hurt my shoulder again. I did 27 minutes of stairs and push ups and presses until I couldn't take it anymore. I left out the rest of the push ups and presses and just did the situps and bike.
Holy crap. I'm hoping I've learned my lesson in telling him shit. I feel like crying now.
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