… is going to kill me!
Day 3 of Juneathon and I’m back at work. In an ideal world I’d get up at 5am, have a hi-energy breakfast, do a run/walk/jog whatever, shower, get ready for work and be energised for the day. In reality, the alarm wakes me up at 6am and I need to shower, get ready, iron my clothes, feed the cats, make my breakfast blah blah blah, you know the rest. But I did power walk to BHS and back and on arriving home I decided to attempt a PLANK. The art of balancing on one’s fingers and toes while attempting to lift stomach and arse off the ground and hold.
So I browsed the Interwebs for some advice and found a lovely hunk of an Adonis who explained things really well on YouTube. So for my effort tonight, much to the amusement of two cats, I lowered my aching body gently to the floor while uttering sounds of ungghhhh in the way that old people do so well, and prostrated myself on the carpet. I assumed the position of forearms bent to the floor, flexed my toes, pulled in my stomach and glutes and LIFT. AAAGGGGHHHHH bloody hell, it looked so simple!!!!! 2 seconds before collapsing in an undignified heap.
This can’t be right, I must be doing it wrong ….. 2nd attempt lasted 5 seconds and after a swift half and a jam doughnut* I attempted a third. 7 seconds. NO MORE!
After that torture, abdominal crunches were a breeze. 50 done!
So that was Day 3 of Juneathon. A bit of core work, a new exercise to perfect and the perfect excuse to give my poor aching legs a rest.
*kidding about the half and doughnut.