So let's talk about crunches. I got up in the morning and started... after 5, I took a break and tried another 5 later. And then the day moved along...
Fast forward to the evening, I posted about my successful day and was moving towards a shower and bed when I got an inspiring text from my workout buddy - she'd done 100 crunches. Well, who am I to not try some more crunches. I got down on the floor and started, cruising past 10, past 20, past 30. But at 32, I got the worst, I mean the absolutely worst pain (think 0 to 10 pain scale and it was a 10!) in my abdomen. As I lay there writhing on the ground, moaning, my sweet husband offered to help me up. No, let me just lay here and work this out. So, needless to say, I was done with crunches.
(and now the post script to the story)
When I crawled into bed, freshly showered, my husband said that I must be a complete klutz if I can get a cramp like that by just laying on the floor. WHAT! I WAS DOING CRUNCHES! "Oh. Well. That makes more sense," says my witty guy.
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