I hope everyone now has that song in their head the same as had all weekend!! Suckers!
On Saturday morning I was having a nice twitter conversation with some lovely ladies, which somehow turned from reading books to ‘Planking’ and how one very crazy little lady *ahemcoughyouLyndalcough* is quite partial to the odd ‘plank’.
Now before you get ahead of yourself, this isn’t planking in the form of laying horizontal on top of a giant M for McDonalds sign or strewn across the front of a Mack Truck. This is the fitness plank we are on about, the one where the Mr Fitness Guy/Gal makes you perch on your toes and your elbows until you feel like you are about to die in about 60 second increments. Subsequently the next day, you continue this feeling and try to refrain from smiling, coughing, loud talking or any kind of activity that may put some stretch on your abs. Because it damn well HURTS!
While we all agree here Lyndal is quite possibly ‘cray cray’ this brought me to the fact that this lil lady must be some sort of super fit, to enjoy to any extent doing a ‘plank’. This then brought me to my next thought which was, I want to be plank crazy TOO, I want to make people cringe at the thought I actually would love to plank, that I’m so into planking, you won’t recognise me if I’m NOT PLANKING.. ok ok, might have gone slightly overboard, but I think you get it. I want to be CRAY CRAY too.
I’ve read people clocking in their running miles a lot lately too and I am jealous, but at the same time, I’m reading them while popping a Cheezel into my trap, so it’s a bit of a catch 22. To give up the Cheezel or to be a planking/running/fitness goddess, tough choice.
But…I want to get fit ya’ll.
So, although I won’t be going all gung ho about it, I am going to start building myself up, I’m going to dust off my sneakers that seemed to have magically stuffed themself to the far end of my closest (honest no idea how, they just needed a ‘nap’ I guess) and put on my fave Bonds jogging pants and sloppy joe hoodie and I’m set.
The weather is warming up, which is going to help immensely, I’m not a fan at ALL of freezing my caboose off in the name of Le Arse Irresistible, so I didn’t and I won’t. But when that chill has blown back to the north pole, I will be hitting that asphalt like no mans business, whether it be taking a stroll with my man to and along the beach to watch the sunset or doing the evening jog past the football oval (because the bright lights make things less spooky), i’m gunna DO IT!
I’m less of a gym kinda gal and more of a walk, jog run solo kinda gal, so that’s where I will begin. Follow me, keep me accountable but please don’t yell if I pause for a Cheezel every now and then.
And PLANK on people PLANK ON.