What One Push-Up Taught Me About Change

A few years ago, after way too many flights and not enough workouts, I decided I needed to get back in shape. But I didn’t join a gym. I didn’t hire a trainer. I didn’t even buy new running shoes. I just… did one push-up. One. Not 10. Not 50. Just one.

I did it right after brushing my teeth. That’s it. The next day, I did one more. The day after that, another. Within a month, I was doing 15–20 a day. I had a routine. A rhythm. A system.

I tell this story a lot—not because I think one push-up will save your life—but because it taught me the only kind of change that sticks is the kind that stacks (more on “stacking” in a later post).

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