Death by Ab Day | Fitness Friday

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Today was a day defined by self-loathing, pain and hatred. It was a day when I thought “it really can’t get worse than this.” A day when I truly wondered if the hurt I was feeling was worth it or if I had made a grave mistake. Today…was ab day.

Ab day some of you may be thinking. What’s so terrible about a few rousing rounds of crunches? 

Let me set the scene:

Prior to a couple of months ago, the core workouts that I was frequently taking part in were the ones that I like to categorize into a group titled “everyday abdominals.” One ultra-popular move from this workout regimen was sit-ups–you know, where I’d be snacking on my couch and when I wanted another Dorito I’d use all my will power (and no hands) to sit up in order to get my arm into the depths of the not-so-distant chip bag. I’ve never felt accomplishment so sincere as I did in moments when I’d be retrieving the remnants of flavor dust from the corners of my newly oranged mouth.

Another move? The “I’m too lazy to get off the couch to reach the remote, so I’ll just stretch and contort my body until I can reach it” maneuver. You’ve heard of it? This yoga-like stretch really takes dedication, as the amount of effort it takes to test your limits in order to grab that clicker is most-likely more difficult than swinging your legs off of the couch and retrieving it the old fashioned way. Bonus fitness points if it’s under opposite side of the coffee table. Keep that core tight.

With all that being said, I’m sure you’ve gathered that my six pack was well underway.

Core days with Andrew are a little bit different than core days with me and my low tolerance for pain. This morning we did bicycle crunches, planks, downward dog hybrid crunches (i.e. Satan’s work), and this violent leg lift that essentially feels as if you’re air-skipping into your final moments. I left feeling 10% nauseous and 90% like I didn’t know if I could ever do it again…but I will.

So, maybe it does feel a little bit like you’re being branded with the hot stamp of a six-pack on your midsection; maybe the next day it feels like you’ve been repeatedly punched in the stomach and now laughing feels like a torture device; But maybe just maybe your results are closer than you think. Do those side planks and push through those godforsaken flutter kicks. If you keep at it, it’s gonna pay off in the end.*

*aaaaaaand If it doesn’t then I hear youtube has some pretty sick DIYs on faking abs with bronzer. You’re welcome.

I’m two weeks deep in personal training and there’s no looking back. Muscles I never knew I had are starting to gain tone and, dare I say, I feel stronger than I ever have (both physically and mentally).

So excited to keep you posted on how this is going.

Speak to you soon!

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