I was at a Christmas party the other night. It’s that time of year. And Christmas parties are great – drink alcohol with mere acquaintances, talk about what you do for a living, complain about some political trend, you know what I mean…
So I ran into a childhood friend, and had an idea to spice up the party – at least for us. I said, “Hey, I’ve got a challenge.”
He said, “What.” He didn’t seem interested or excited. He was holding a beer.
“Clandestine Push-Ups.” I waved my hands in front of my face like one of those magicians on a Fox Channel magic show. “What do you think?”
“Yeah. We each see how many push-ups we can do tonight. But here are the rules. #1, if anyone sees you do a single push-up, you’re out. #2, no push-ups in the bathroom or with the door closed. #3, sets can be of any number (5 or 50) – but the longer the set, the more likely that you’ll get caught. #4, last rule, we have until 11:00. Highest number wins.”
“Highest number wins?”
“Yeah. What do you think? Clandestine Push-Ups.” I said the title one last time.
But then my friend took a long swig of beer and said something INEXPLICABLE :
He said, “Why would we do that?”
Door-jamb finger-tip pull-ups?
Upper-deck campus laps? 5 points each lap?
I really don’t know how to explain what I do or what I like to do.
If I have to explain, you don’t understand.