Today is Day 17 of the 30 day 50 press-up challenge. It’s tough (and it really shouldn’t be) but the challenge is still alive and that’s the important part. I actually feel a bit of a pussy for not being able to simply drop and burn off 50 press-ups in the first place but I wonder what percentage of 50 year olds can anyway. I suspect it’s pretty low. Maybe even less than 1% of the population.
I’ll just continue. Mr Downes - my challenge partner - suggested we video the last day of doing 50 all at once but I’m not so sure about that. I can live without a million people pointing out incorrect form… assuming I don’t fall apart before the end.
Meantime, it’s hard to get things moving around here right now… it’s probably the same everywhere. My calendar says that today was the day I was supposed to book myself a rehearsal space to lay down some vocals on a few songs but that’s not going to happen. I could do it at home in a more basic format so maybe I will. No excuses but it’s kinda rough when your dog loses it every time somebody walks past the window. I guess I’ll set up the gear and just be opportunistic about it.
It’s pretty scary how quickly time slips through your fingers though. I shot a phone video of myself running through a version of Gretchen Peters’ Blackbirds a few weeks ago… only to discover When I came to look back on that it was actually in November. That’s not good. I’ll post it over on the Deadbirds page later when I get back on a Big Machine.
Why it’s hard to get things moving is a mystery. All of us who are in good health and not working should have amazing amounts of time on our hands. I should be picking a song I love every day and throwing a cover version out just because I can. Then again, everybody who is/was ever in a band should also be picking up an acoustic and posting daily goodness somewhere online. It would be good for careers, good for morale and they’d make one hell of a lot of new fans along the way… but mostly because I want them to.
Maybe they all have dogs who don’t like people walking past the window too.