Bahahahahahahahahahha. I thought I'd do something new for the 50th post. This was just a sad, bitter laughathon from start to finish. An HOUR? A fucking HOUR? Ye gods, like I don't struggle to fit this shit in enough as it is. Fortunately I had plenty of time before work. OR SO I THOUGHT *music sting*
So, where to begin. I was initially pleased with the amount of press ups I managed to do, using my knees of course, I even really enjoyed the exploding press ups. However by the 10, or was it 15 count ones at the end even planking was beyond me. My arms.
Side planking was a JOKE. I could get a foot out in front of me but by no stretch of the imagination or anything else could I lift it up.
After stupid below the belt the other day my legs are a mangled wreck so broken table crunches were more challenging than usual, and I goddamn hate three legged dog. I don't have enough form in down dog to do it effectively without my knees bending everywhere. I think I need to go to some actual yoga classes where a person can look at me and tell me which bits I'm doing wrong because I feel like some of these poses are hurting more than they're helping.
Anyway I finished without any actual death and I actually felt like I could do more than I had expected, then I looked forward to a nice hot bath.
NOPE. Forgot about starting early, had the quickest of washes, ran to work and spent the day uncomfortable and wishing for death.
Hooraaaaaay.
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