Such a wonderfully fitting word for me right now.

I turn 40 in January. I’m mildly shitting it, and it doesn’t help that I’m working with some disgustingly fit people. Some have muscles I didn’t know existed. Some are unfit to do their own laundry. So in the interests of being fitter, and pretending I’m not so old, my goal is to be able to take a photo doing a handstand on the beach, because that’s what these kids are doing these days all over the world.

I have some apps. That is also how the kids are doing things these days from what I understand. I’ve got a plank app, and a six pack app, and a push ups app, but they’ve been on my phone for three months and they aren’t working so far….

Okay, so I’m only using one. The thing is, I’m unfit. I don’t need an app that gives me a six pack, I need an app that gradually gets me fit enough to not hate opening the app and all its demands.

I am actually using the push up app. However, talking about being unfit, I couldn’t even manage the first day. The day that eases you into it. The day you do 2,2,3,2,3 push ups. I did the first two, and then heard a lovely gristly clicking noise and felt a weird twinge.

I finished the day. Sort of. And I’ve finished the next four days. Sort of. Apparently I’m unfit enough that I can only do more than two push ups if I do them girly style.

Basically I have to get fit to get fit.

The counter on the push up app is also helpfully telling me I only have 2551 push up left of the training regimen until I can do 100 a day. so I really have 5050 to go, as at this rate I’m going to have to do them all girly style before I try on my toes.

So… handstands on the beach at 45?