I Don't Mind Working Out, But I Hate Planks

 

Yes, I said it. I hate all kinds of planks - Basic, Side, Full, Spiderman. I almost didn't go workout yesterday because of the dread I had of doing them. TRYING to do them, because I can't. So, I went but the first thing I said was that I'm not
doing anything floor related. Wednesday filled me with frustration as I spent most of floor exercise time laying on the floor because the only thing I could do was the pelvic thrusts.






This? No.




Nah, not this either.

I could only do this, but with my stomach touching the floor -


But these, FORGET it!



And even though I shouldn't be annoyed that I was the only one that couldn't do them, I was. I know everyone's fitness levels are different as I had to keep reminding myself that Rome wasn't built in a day. But part of me began to think about how I'm in my third month of working out consistently but I have nothing so show for it. My stomach, the beloved 'problem area' is the same as it was when I started in March. But at the same time, I know I can't quit. I want to be able to run and play with my grandsons without having to stop every two seconds. I want to travel and go on long sightseeing walks, taking as many pictures as possible. And though I love me, I want to look in the mirror and love me EVEN MORE. But most of all, I want to be able to keep up in the fucking Zumba class.

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