100 Pushup Challenge - Progress Report

Here’s where I’m up to with the 100 Pushup Challenge after Week 3, Session 1.

Click on the graph to get a clearer view.

My best maximum so far is 66.

The part of the program that I’ve completed to date is on the left hand side, under the red line. The bars represent the various sets I’ve done on each of those days, with the dark blue representing my maximum on each day. The red line shows just the maximum and uses the right hand scale.

The bars on the right hand side of the graph represent the program ahead of me for the next few weeks. Week 6 is a bit scary, huh?

If you’re doing the 100 Pushup Challenge and want a copy of the spreadsheet to track your progress, leave a comment and I’ll email you one.

Current Status - 100 Pushup Challenge

At the end of the second week of the program, my maximum has increased to 66.

I tried to post a graph showing my progress, but it died.

One Hundred Push Up Challenge

One of my fitness goals this year is to achieve 100 push ups.

I do quite a few push up routines at my twice-weekly personal training sessions, but apart from the general improvement to strength and endurance you’d expect to get from those exercises, I haven’t been doing anything specific to build up my numbers.

Until now.

Last week I came across the excellent Hundred Push Ups Training Program and thought, ‘Why not?’

And of course, as soon as Wakes got a sniff of the words ‘fitness’ and ‘challenge’, she was in too.

Both of us did 50 in our initial test on Wednesday. I’ll keep you posted on our progress.

The site tailors for all levels of fitness - so even if you can do less than 10 pushups at the moment, there is a program to help you build this up over a period of weeks.

Let me know if you decide to take up the challenge.

Melbourne-based husky team?

It takes a lot to make me smile when I have a Man Cold.

But the other evening, as I trudged my way to class (nothing like 3 hours of night school to help beat that cold), I saw one of the world’s funniest sights.

The scene: At the bottom of the steps, Flinders St station

The sound: Whilst waiting for the lights to change I heard a ‘commotion’ working its way down the hill from Princes Bridge. A few people were laughing and pointing.

The sight: Suddenly he came into sight: a man on roller skates being towed along by two dogs. He was going at least 30 kmh and yelling and yahoo-ing all the way across the Flinders/Swanston intersection. I think I caught sight of some bizaree wig and jump-suit costume - not sure, he was going too fast to take it all in.

Someone I told the story to has also seen this bizarre sight.

Has anyone else seen this mystery man? What is it all about? Who the hell is he??? What do you Google to find out? (I tried ‘man on roller skates being towed by two dogs in Melbourne’ but got zip).

Photo credit: Jeweledlion

A Starr is Born

Big ups to my friend Emma Starr - two of her photographs are currently featured in an exhibition at Pigment Gallery, Melbourne.

I called in to the opening night of the exhibition - entitled B&W: Shades of Grey and was very impressed by the quality of the works on display.

(Emma’s were the best).

The exhibition is on until 21 June, 2008. Call in and check it out if you have a spare 10 minutes during the day. Emma’s photos are #78 and #85 on the catalogue. They’re on sale at the gallery if you really, really like them. (Limited editions, get in fast).

It’s not just a cold - it’s a Man Cold

I’ve been a bit under the weather this week.

I keep telling people I don’t just have a cold, I have a Man Cold. But they just give me blank looks.

Maybe this classic skit from Man Stroke Woman will help me get the sympathy I deserve.

Along came a spider

My family piled out of our house this morning to attend to the usual weekend tasks, and look what was hanging down right in front doorway. A massive huntsman spider.

Tim had already barged his way through the doorway. The spider missed his right ear and shoulder by millimetres. The rest of us stayed inside and checked out the huntsman in all its glory. Wakes picked up Mitzy for a closer look but she wasn’t interested in the slightest.

If you really want to freak yourself out, click on the photo for a larger image. Check out the hairy legs. And if you look really closely, you can see a couple of dark eyes staring at you. Think about that in bed tonight*.

Don’t tell David Attenborough, but the spider is now an ex-spider. It has ceased to exist.

*PS - One of these monsters crawled over my forehead when I was asleep once.

Book Launch - ‘Breath’ by Tim Winton

Book Launch – ‘Breath’ by Tim Winton

Athenaeum Theatre, Melbourne, 15 May, 2008

Previous book launches I’ve attended have been the literary equivalent of watching a band play at the local pub. The launch of Winton’s Breath on the other hand, was more akin to a U2 stadium spectacular – big and impressive, but not particularly intimate.

The place was packed to the rafters by Tim’s adoring fans, including more than a smattering of CAE PWE students. The launch was sponsored by Readings, who charged people a fairly hefty $10 per ticket for the privilege of having something sold to them.

Despite likening to ordeal to being subjected to ‘a ball-bearing enema’, Winton was an engaging and generally entertaining speaker.

A large portion of his one hour set was taken up by readings from his book. The theatre was funeral-silent as Tim read out some appropriate passages – enough to give a flavour for the book and characters without spoiling the plot. Tim’s reading was full of pauses and inflections – and noticeably at a different rhythm to my own prior reading of those passages.

Winton provided a broad outline of the plot and descriptions of the main characters and gave some background information about the writing of the book, and his take on the underlying themes and subtext. It was interesting to note that he doesn’t fully understand the themes of his books, even long after they’re finished. His view on these changes as he gets older and more reflective.

Question time was a highlight. The house lights came on, and Winton was genuinely surprised to discover that there were not one, not two, but three levels of fans hanging on his every word.

The MC reminded the audience that Tim was seeking questions and not comments. I’d never heard this before, but it made sense for this type of forum. Happily, the audience complied, and there were plenty of interesting questions without the microphone-hogging monologues that you often get at these gigs.

We learnt that Tim works hard on new writing for around four hours each morning – he’s ‘rubbish’ after about 1pm, so he uses to afternoon for other tasks related to the business of writing. He generally has a few things on the go; this was particularly the case when he was a younger writer struggling to make ends. He had to keep churning out the work, so moved from piece to piece when he became stuck.

We also learnt that although there are elements of Tim in his writing and characters, this is generally via descriptions of the landscapes of his youth, and his feelings in general. The main details of character and plot in the book are made up. He prides himself on being a story-teller.

Afterwards, Tim obliged his fans with a book signing. The queue snaked through the theatre, out the door, and halfway to Swanson Street. Pre-signed copies were available for purchase. A friend got mine signed and asked Tim for some advice for aspiring writers – it was “don’t let the bastards grind you down.”

Onya Tim.

My Top 5 Concerts Ever

This is my 200th post - thought I’d put in a bit more effort than usual.

In the spirit of the great John Cusack movie High Fidelity, here’s a list of the best five gigs I’ve ever attended.

Let me know your own top five.

Green Day, Bullet in a Bible tour, Telstra Dome, Melbourne, December, 2005

My daughter Beks and I were frantic with excitement in the weeks leading up to this gig. Me being a Green Day fan from way back, and her being a recent convert, we gave the Bullet in a Bible CD a massive workover in anticipation. The concert was my Christmas present to Beks that year and judging by her screams, I think she was pretty happy with it.

Wakes came along too, and she had a neat time, apart from us giving her grief about being the only person in the whole stadium that refused to participate in any of the usual lame crowd participation exercises. “After me, 1…2…1,2,3,4″

As usual for a stadium gig, the acoustics were crappy and not loud enough (I wanted my ears to bleed, dammit) and we were sitting in the gods (Beks was a bit too young for the mosh pit - next time GD come to Oz we’re definitely going to be down in the fun zone) - but the boys put on a memorable show nonetheless. Pretty impressive given it was the last leg of a gruelling tour for them.

Hurry back boys.

AC/DC & Angels, Myer Music Bowl, Melbourne, February, 1981

Me and my High School buddy Paul Kelly took our pimply 17 year-old faces to the Myer Music Bowl to experience the raw power and energy of AC/DC, backed up by the magnificent Angels.

Doc Neeson and the boys wound up the crowd with a massive set of their favourite tunes (personally I thought they were better than accadacca), then out came AC/DC, fronted by Brian Johnson, Bon Scott having died the year before. (I just looked it up - did you know Bon Scott was christened Ronald Belford Scott. Belford???)

The concert was memorable not only for Angus Young’s endless power riffs, but also for the crowd carnage that night. It seemed as everyone in Melbourne under 40 years old was at the Bowl that night, ripping out trees, brawling, vomiting, pissing in people’s lawns and keeping the nearby hospital patients awake. The Sun newspaper had a field day with its usual indignant outrage. Paul and I refrained from any hooliganism of course (the only goody goodies there that night).

Fuck it was fun.

U2, Unforgettable Fire tour, Melbourne Sports & Entertainment Centre, September, 1984

I’m not sure if this was U2’s first visit to Australia but I know I only bought a ticket on the strength of ‘New Years Day’ which I loved at the time and still think is a cracker of a song.

I wasn’t expecting that much from U2, and I always found the MSEC a shithouse venue, so when Bono came walzing out and almost physically grabbed the crowd by the scruff of the neck and DEMANDED they get out of their seats, I was blown away.

You know what it’s usually like at those venues. If someone stands up and starts to dance, the middle-aged farts sitting behind them ’tisk’ and tap them on the shoulder and tell them to sit down. Not at this gig. Bono urged the crowd to GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! until everyone was on their feet, having a grouse time. Even the middle aged farts.

It shits me that I can’t get anywhere near a U2 ticket now.

Neil Young, Festival Hall, Melbourne, July, 1985

Details are a bit sketchy. A whole crew of us met up in a pub in North Melbourne and had copious quantities of beer beforehand. Lurch was definitely there. And Baz Boy. People around us were smoking funny smelling cigarettes. (I tried not to inhale). I think someone had a hip flask.

I do remember being absolutely in awe of seeing the great man, Neil Young on stage. One of my great buddies, Lurch was a lifelong fan, responsible for brainwashing the rest of us younger ones. Live Rust was played at every party, every night, every morning after. (Lurch also had a thing for Stevie Nicks, but that’s another story).

I remember The Needle and the Damage Done. I remember Cinnamon Girl. I remember Cortez the Killer. And check out the last 4 songs of the night (a lazy 28 song play list on the night, how’s that for value?):

• Hey Hey, My My
• Tonight’s The Night
• Like A Hurricane
• Powderfinger

Check out the full play list - AWESOME!

Neil Young, you rock.

Violent Femmes, The Palace, Melbourne, August, 1990

“It’s one, one, one for the money…”

I think I was a bit pished at this gig as well. What I do remember is that the Femmes really turned it on.And lots of crowd surfing and mosh-pit action.

Oh, and the crowd were really, really weird (at least for a normal suburban guy like me).

You know, piercings, gelled hair, tats, that type of thing.

Over to you readers. Did you go to any of these gigs? Have you been to better ones?

Weak as p*ss, Pear

There I was, sitting in the excellent Red ‘n Black Spot Cafe in Fletcher St, Essendon this morning, when who should walk in but star Essendon defender, Dustin Fletcher.

I was on my way out.

I looked at him. He looked at me. I looked at him again.

Do you think I had the balls to ask him for the $30?

Nope.

‘Good luck tomorrow, mate,’ was all I could muster.

‘Thanks very much mate,’ he replied, pleasantly.

Almost as bad as the day we saw the Crows get off their team bus and decided we would walk through the middle of them and jostle Tony Modra. Until we saw how big he was up close.