Couple months back, my back went out, I decided I did not prefer my back going out—weird, I know—so . . . figured why not do a plank or two? Starting out, thirty seconds was a push. But, now, things are getting better. Or, worse? That last minute’s never easy. Not sure I want to reach for “10:00:00,” either. Might just be happy here:
Anyway, the actually important part isn’t the numbers, it’s that my back is less bad. Don’t get me wrong: this disc don’t want to move your couch. Those days are long, long behind me (I once loaded a piano into my very tall F250—alone. which, is, you know, how I landed in these bad-back straits . . .). But maybe I can need the chiropractor just slightly less, anyway?
Haven’t found a plank-song yet, though. In high school, my sit-up song—this is when all we had were sit-ups, “ab-crunches” being yet science fiction—was this, which was about the right length for daily:
And, counting side planks, that is about how long all this plank-junk takes. But, I don’t know. If I get back into this song, will I start thinking high-school thoughts again? Which of course leaves me open to “You ever stopped?” I know. Believe me, I know.
This might could work, though?
Anyway, don’t ask me how, as it makes no sense, except in the way everything in the world doesn’t make sense, but somehow YouTube “knew” in the way it knows things that I had this new album going, so it fed me this. Which was sort of cool:
As something in the general vicinity of sign-off, and the real intent or purpose or hope, here: notice how, above, I said “leaves me open to” instead of “begs the question,” yes? C’mon. You have to have. It wasn’t quite natural, was it? However? Like a character in Kelly Link’s Book of Love explains for us, the way the world’s misusing and, really, abusing “begs the question” these last few years, it makes me question my place in this world. This TikTokker explains the whole thing just WAY more succinctly than I ever thought to:
Tempted to go off talking about “decimate,” here, but I’m probably far enough off-track already. Which gets me, you know, thinking: I already have an “etc” category, here. This seems more than that, though. “very etc,” maybe? “all over the place, dude?”
Welcome to my head, yes. Gonna go eat some good fish and watch another episode of Paradise, now.
Oh wow, I’m not doing planks with you. I hate them. Side planks, maybe? Also, my dad was DESPERATE to name their new puppy Kashmir (for that song) but my mum put the kibosh on Kashmir.