The Push-Up Club

by | Aug 9, 2010 | 0 comments

You were quite proud of this- I heard about it a lot when we first started dating- you started and were the president of “The Push-Up Club” in college at Berklee. You told me your main reason: the school provided a free pizza to any new clubs.

After the pizza party, I think you met a couple of times and did some push-ups.
You still did push-ups at home now- just about every night…you’d tell me to pick a number and then do them…quickly too.
Tonight Audrey was on her hands and knees rocking back and forth, up and down- said she was doing “puh ups” like “appa.”


August 9, 2010


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