The Anatomy of Trying to Improve My Anatomy

The other day, I did 815 pushups. Good ones, too – back straight, nose two inches from the floor, pectorals fully engaged. Now, I’ll take your questions.


Carmel man Garret Mathews learns to juggle 16-pound shot put

Garret Mathews (photo courtesy Indy Star)

My God, you knocked out all those up-downs at one time. You are The Man Times 50. I did them throughout the afternoon. I’ll settle for being The Man Times 1.

What was your strategy? I did 10 at a time, in the beginning, followed by a 60-yard walk before re-engaging. By 3 p.m., groupings of 130, 130, 130, 110, and 100 were in the books. I believed I had a half-decent chance to reach my goal of 1,000.

Then what? My sinews, never much to begin with, gradually decided this wasn’t a game worth playing. I devolved into doing 7 pushups at a time and walking 100 yards. Then 6 and 150. Then 5 and who-knows-how-far. In the end, my pectorals gave up and joined the other side.

Why do such a thing? I am out of work, so I have a lot of time. I hope to kill at least an hour – perhaps more – by bragging.

There has to be another reason. So, I can pretend I’m not old.

Tell the truth, pal. You got a monumental kick out of performing a physical challenge that many folks one-third your age could not accomplish.  Truth be told.

Did you try to make the pushups more difficult by doing some with one arm, attaching weights, or clapping your hands between reps? What do you think I am? A moron?

Did you have a goal in mind upon completing all those pushups? Yes. Beer.

Did you have a secret fantasy to get through the drudgery? And let’s keep it clean. Nothing about attractive women. My mind wandered back to Army basic training in 1971 at Fort Leonard Wood, Mo. Drill Sergeant Maddox routinely – and loudly – ordered me into the prone position because I could not make up my bunk to suit him. We had this make-believe conversation: Maddox: “Mathews, you (expletive). My (expletive) cat could make up an (expletive) bed better than that.” Me: “Yes, drill sergeant. Your cat.” Maddox: “Give me 815 pushups.” Me: “Right away, drill sergeant.”

Are you any worse for wear and tear? No, but I have put in an order for replacement pecs.

About Garret Mathews

Garret Mathews is a retired metro columnist, Evansville, Ind., Courier & Press. He started his newspaper career in 1972 at the Bluefield, W. Va., Daily Telegraph before moving to the Midwest in 1987. He has penned more than 6000 columns on subjects from murderers and moonshiners to an exotic dancer who wanted to be a herpetologist. His twelve books include “Swing, Batta” about coaching 9-year-old baseball players (Michigan State University Press). Garret’s legacy website is at www.plugggerpublishing.com.



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