Bob, pictured above, is cat planking.
In my list of Daily Goals for 2018, you may have noticed the very detailed bullet point about planks. Up until yesterday morning I did not even know what a plank was or why you would do such a thing. I am still not sure I fully know the answers to either, but I like saying PLANK. A lot.
It was the Captain’s 365 day goal for 2018 and then I decided to do it also because how weird is it to just hold your own body weight up and do nothing? It’s so random. It’s not a sit up. It’s not a push up, really. You just get into push up position, go up and do nothing. Fascinating.
The hardest part of building up to the grand finale of six minutes will be the boredom of holding it for six minutes on New Year’s Eve 2018. No idea why this appeals to me so much but I am willing to bet cash money this is the one daily goal I for sure accomplish in 2018.
Yesterday, on New Year’s Day, I planked for the first time ever. Apparently I did it wrong with my booty too far up in the air (Peter: “Don’t stick your bottom out as much.” Me: “Um, that’s just my butt occupying its space in the world.”) The next try was better, as I did it with my forearms flat on the yoga mat, which I learned later was a remedial plank (but it still counts!) Bob joined me on the floor because he thought we were doing yoga, or maybe project day was starting. Humans must be very confusing to animals.
So that is the story of the plank and how I came to learn about it the same day I committed to it for an entire year. One more time for good measure: PLANK.
