If you need something done—or, better yet, don’t think it can be done—just tell me I can’t do it. Oh yes, I’m a bit rebellious—maybe stubborn is a better word—and if I’m told I can’t do something, you best stand aside.Sometimes, this is an advantage, and sometimes… well… I have some scars I don’t like to talk about, and some of them aren’t visible. (Git yer mind outta the gutter! I’m talkin’ ‘bout emotional scars and such!)
Anyway, (Drum roll please) yours truly just completed the Thirty Day Plank Challenge! I saw it on Facebook—didn’t have a clue what planking is—so I Googled it. Well! “That looks pretty easy,” I said to myself. And, it was! Until, that is, around day twenty-one, where you do it for three minutes. Dang!
But! Never-say-never, don’t-quit, rebel-without-a-cause, me just used a little common sense, and forged onward. (Some would say I cheated, but I seldom listen to those negative types.) I revised the plan, stretching it to forty-eight days instead of thirty, and, by golly, I did five full minutes yesterday!