How to Get Ripped Watching Football on TV
The EMOM push-up trick that turned my football habit into stealth fitness.
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I accidentally did 705 push-ups watching Liverpool. Here’s how.
I’ve wasted an obscene amount of my life on football. Watching it. Playing it. Reading about it.
I’ve tried cutting back, knowing I’ll feel guilty afterwards, but it’s hard to remove such a habitual part of my life.
The problem: ninety minutes of dead time.
The solution: turn it into a stealth workout.
The EMOM Trick
Here’s the move:
Kickoff → 15 push-ups.
Rest until the next minute.
Next :00, do 15 more.
Repeat. Every minute. On the minute.
See if you can get to half-time.
It’s surprisingly fun.
You can even watch the footy during the press-up if you position yourself carefully and don’t value your neck.
When 705 Push-Ups Sneak Up on You
The first time I tried this, I just… kept going. One push-up set led to another, and before I knew it, I’d done 15 per minute for the entire first half plus injury time.
47 minutes.
705 push-ups.
Seven hundred and five!
I would never walk into a gym planning to do that many. But that’s the magic of stealth fitness: it sneaks past your brain’s excuses.
Tips for Front Room Fitness
Adjust your reps. 10 if you’re new, 20 if you chase the pump.
Play with variations - diamond push-ups are a beast.
Do it first half, then watch the second guilt-free.
Throw in sit-ups at half-time or air squats during ads.
Yes, you will ache. That’s the point. Welcome to Ripped City (population: you).
Why Bother?
You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t even watch football. The modern game is rubbish. Priced out of reach of the common man. Devoid of characters and flair.
But if you’re going to watch it anyway, at least end with something to show for it: a chest, shoulders, and arms that didn’t exist before kick-off.
It’s batching. It’s gamified habit-stacking. It’s turning a “bad” habit into a “better” one. And it’s very satisfying.
Just… don’t smash your nose into the carpet when your team scores and you throw your hands up.
Gooooaaaallll.
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