On January 1, I started the 30 Day Ab Challenge. A few friends shared the plan with me, and it seemed (and is) pretty straightforward. Each day (save for a few designated rest days) there is an assigned number of sit ups, crunches and leg raises and a timed plank. Throughout the 30 days, the amount listed increases.
This wasn’t a surprise, he mentioned it as an option a few months ago should the pain persist, which it did. Currently, I’m of the belief that any action is better than the months of inaction, so nervously I agreed. I can be a little finicky at the doctor’s office. I never refuse treatment or cry or make a scene. But I’ll make about 20 nervous jokes in the span of 4 minutes all of which are directly related to my fear.
Long time no post! I was traveling for work last week and got lost in the sea of jet lag. Despite all my noble thoughts on fitness while traveling, I’ve been getting rundown and sick on work trips and I end up just trying to recover, and not breaking a sweat at all (unless you count the cold sweat from food poisoning last week, but that’s enough on that).
Last week I wrote a post about keeping in shape while traveling, and this week I took my own advice.
My friend Kelly moved to Panama City, Panama for work. Over Columbus Day Weekend I popped down to the narrow waistband of the Americas to pay her a visit, butcher the beautiful Spanish language and do some exploring.
Kelly and a few of her coworkers (all expats) bought the equivalent of a Groupon deal to a Panamanian boutique fitness operation called The Daily Barre. They had plans to take the 6:15am class and I decided to join. At 6:05am we left Kelly’s apartment and hopped in a cab and headed to a shopping center called Punta Pacifica.
As advertised, I am learning to ride a bike.
Bike riding 101 took place in Riverside Park. For non-New Yorkers, it’s the park where Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks meet at the end of You’ve Got Mail.
What’s not pictured in the culminating scene of the film is Tom Hanks’ ferocious beast of a golden retriever whizzing around, taunting me as I wobble precariously on Matt’s mom’s bike.
But I’ll back up.
I was really nervous for my first lesson. A good chunk of the nerves stemmed from the fact Matt was teaching me and I didn’t want to throw the same hissy fit I threw in the early 90’s that got me out of bike riding in the first place. And my concern was: did I have enough material for an entirely new hissy fit about biking?
But seriously. I wasn’t sure I could handle failure graciously. I was worried I’d have a hard time learning and that I’d get really embarrassed and frustrated at my failed attempts. But that didn’t stop me from trying.
I met Matt at the park and coincidentally we wore matching outfits. #YOLO