Hello, body? I have one (ok, two) simple requests:
Can we puhleeze get it together and finally conquer the PLANK and PUSH-UP series in barre n9ne, already??
I mean really, you’ve been taking class for over six months now and those damn planks and push-ups are the death of you. What gives?
…are we sally-ing out and not pushing through the shake like we do at the barre?
(maybe? Ok, definitely maybe. Ok, definitely sally-ing out. Caught. Red. Handed)
Because really, you’re starting to embarrass me now – you’re strong and able, let’s show these planks and push-ups how it’s done. mmk?
Yep. These were the thoughts going through my head last night during my double session at barre n9ne. That and lots of curse words when Tanya flipped on the song (Beautiful, Dirty, Rich) that only means one thing in class: thigh dancing (which perhaps should be renamed thighs-burning-like-hell-how-on-earth-is-this-dancing??). But we’ll save that topic for another day.
Back to planks and push-ups. They are my nemesis. And I am so determined to conquer them. And soon. To me, being able to hold a plank series and to be able to get through a push-up series with killer good form and without taking breaks? Epitomizes a fit body to me. I don’t know why, but it just does.
I want to be that “fit body” in class that can get through the whole series. I want it badly. So what am I gonna do about it? I’m gonna work hard, wicked hard, to push through the pain, to let my body shake like I’ve learned to let it do at the barre.
And soon, I’m gonna kill that plank and push-up series like a rockstar. Why yes, yes I am.
***This pep talk to self brought to you by a serious case of barre n9ne high last night. And now, back to regularly scheduled programming.**