Today's Quest: 1000 push-ups

So I do this from time to time. Throughout the course of the day, I am attempting to do 1,000 push-ups. I usually average about 200/day, so 1,000 shouldn't seem like that much of a long shot, but after about 600 my arms feel like rubber. I'll keep updating with my current status for those that would like to follow along/cheer me on/belittle my efforts/trash talk/or any other option you can think of.

Current push-up count: 1,000

1:26 p.m. - 600 push-ups.

3:36 p.m. - 700 push-ups. I'm definitely slowing. It's gone from sets of 50 to sets of 10.

5:31 p.m. - 800 push-ups. Every set is a struggle now. My arms are hurting even when I'm not doing pushups.

7:45 p.m. - 900 push-ups. It's all will power from here on out.

11:53 p.m. - 1,000 push-ups. My chest and shoulders are on fire. Tomorrow is gonna be bad. I did it, though! 1,000 push-ups in a day. Booyah! It hurts so good!

Today I'm Grateful for...

The soundtrack to Les Miserables. It speaks to my soul.

The talk "Of things That Matter Most" by President Uchtdorf.

"Yet amidst the multitude of voices and choices, the humble Man of Galilee stands with hands outstretched, waiting. His is a simple message: "Come, follow me." And He does not speak with a powerful megaphone but with a still, small voice. It is so easy for the basic gospel message to get lost amidst the deluge of information that hits us from all sides."

One of my favorite talks ever, "Brightness of Hope", by Elder Maxwell

"Hope helps us walk by faith, not by sight. This can actually be safer. When unaided spiritually, natural sight often shrinks from the odds. It is immobilized by improbabilities. Mauled by his moods and intimidated by his fears, the natural man overreacts to, while hope overrides, the disappointments of the day."

The rainy-ness of today. There's a surrealness, a heaven-and-earth-meeting feeling, when the weather matches your mood.

Today I'm grateful for...

The warmth on a beautiful fall day.

The chance I have to be at school.

The two granola bars that have been my sustenance.

The uneasy optimism of the unknown.

The anticipation of a great weekend of sports.

Unconditional love, in all its manifestations.

Unwaveringly loyal friends.