Wakefield

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  “In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man—let us call him Wakefield—who absented himself for a long time from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not very uncommon, nor, without a proper distinction of circumstances, to be condemned either as naughty or nonsensical. Howbeit, this, though far from the most aggravated, is perhaps the strangest instance on record of marital delinquency, and, moreover, as remarkable a freak as may be found in the whole list of human oddities. The wedded couple lived in London. The man, under pretense of going a journey, took lodgings in the next street to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends and without the shadow of a reason for such self-banishment, dwelt upward of twenty years. During that period he beheld his home every day, and frequently the forlorn Mrs. Wakefield. And after so great a gap in his matrimonial felicity—when his death was reckoned certain, his estate settled...

Finish

Someone recently asked me, "how many push-ups can you do?"

I have no clue. One of my warm-ups often include up to 50. Note I said, "warm-ups."

The pic here was taken during Murph, a memorial workout that consists of a 1 mile run, 100 pull-ups, 200 push-ups, 300 squats and then another mile run. That's me over there, catching my breath.

I like push-ups and I do them until I can't do any more. The great thing about push-ups is that you can take them anywhere. Can't take a bench-press with you wherever you go, but you can push your body up off the floor. I'm not a Navy person, but if I was on a ship getting tossed about in 40 foot swells, you would not find me on a bench press.

Push-ups is just one training exercise that taught me that I can accomplish what I set my to accomplish. I had no plan but to finish. If I have 50 or 100 or 200 to do, I push myself to finish. The same is true with many things in my life. Finish.

Finish sweaty, finish hurting, but finish. Dig deep, but finish. 

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