Last night, our fearless Bootcamp leader seemed to have much contempt toward legs and asses. I mean–wow. I get it. It’s supposed to hurt. I’m supposed to be tired. I know I won’t wake up with Beyonce’s ass if I don’t work for it–but DAMN. Really? My legs give new meaning to Rubberband Man.
I did hold a plank for 22 seconds last night which is a personal record. Mainly because the arthritis in my elbow makes planking super hard and I don’t have the core strength to hold an ‘elbow’ plank yet. But soon, my darlings. Very soon.
Oh, check this out. While searching for inspiration (Beyonce’s butt) I found this little gem. I love it.