Until our third workout we had only briefly worked abs. Two days ago we worked abs rather intensley at the end of the session. Crunches, full sit-ups, holding my legs 6 inches off the floor for what seemed like an eternity. Then I had to hold on to Mike's ankles while he pushed my legs to the floor. My job was to keep my legs from hitting the floor. He tossed my legs to the left and to the center and to the right. Then the pattern ended and it was wherever he felt like throwing them. We finished with Pilates crunches. I have to say...it didn't hurt yesterday. Today, I can hardly walk. My husband thinks I'm walking like a retarded dinosaur. The neighbors are worried I'm going to get a hemorroid. I said, "A hemorroid?" They said, "Well it looks like you've got to go really bad and you're straining." "NO!!! It just hurts to stand up straight."
Mike says everyone has a six pack, you just have to find it through working out. Well...mine is buried DEEP and it is going to take a lot of working out to find it, but I am encouraged by the fact that there are muscles still there. I know this because they are SCREAMING to let me know they exist.
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