One, two, three (glance around) nine hundred and ninety…

I learned several things this weekend. Among these was that when your daily routine involves 30 stomach crunches, entering an informal competition to complete 1000 of them isn’t the most sensible way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Today, my stomach muscles are like petrified wood and my gut’s gushing battery acid.

It took over an hour to complete, which means my average wasn’t even ten a minute. Unless you’ve built a really, really tough core, your internals reach their limit after 100 or so and you’ve got to recharge for anything up to a minute before you can lift your legs again. At least nobody was counting the ‘mulligans’ when your shoulders/back aren’t in proper contact with the floor, or your thighs don’t get past the vertical.

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