It is possible that I have performed my last 12-minute plank ─ it was accomplished in the small hours of Thursday well ere the dawn of day.
I actually held out for considerably longer ─ my cellphone's stopwatch read something like 12 minutes and 11.38 seconds by the time I stopped it while I was still in the plank position, but there were a few additional seconds tagged on because I was already in the plank position when I first activated the stopwatch.
And of course, in order to stop the counter, I had to log back into my cellphone while holding the plank, for the screen goes dark after something like five minutes.
I attempted a plank after 6:00 p.m. this evening for the first time since the 12-minute plank, but I had no resolve to suffer through to try and match 12 minutes. I gave up a few seconds past eight minutes.
"The thrill is gone," I fear.
It has not helped that I am haunted by the video I recently profiled a post or two back wherein a fit and muscular chap contended that planks do not bestow any of the benefits that proponents of planks claim.
He dissected those claims and offered his refutation of each.
And now I cannot shirk the notion that I am wasting my time trying to become proficient at performing the exercise.
It has not helped that I am haunted by the video I recently profiled a post or two back wherein a fit and muscular chap contended that planks do not bestow any of the benefits that proponents of planks claim.
He dissected those claims and offered his refutation of each.
And now I cannot shirk the notion that I am wasting my time trying to become proficient at performing the exercise.
Perhaps if I had risen in the wee hours of last night, I might have found the necessary reserves and desire. However, my younger brother held onto consciousness last evening after he was home from wherever he had been drinking, so I sat up with him and operated our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch up some episodes of three of the T.V. series we follow.
It was after 1:00 a.m. by the time I was to bed, and by then I had drank two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock.
This morning when I rose shortly after 7:00 a.m., I felt hungover. I put in some work on the post I have in progress at one of my six hosted websites; and then around 9:30 a.m. or soon thereafter I returned to bed for some further sleep.
I was next up just after 11:00 a.m., feeling better.
Still, after some early afternoon exercising out in the backyard toolshed, and then my day's first meal, I sought yet another deep nap.
It certainly does feel chilly now ─ Summer is definitely gone. Thursday night and yesterday were distinctly uncomfortable for me due to a breeze that brought that chill right into the house (we have five upstairs windows that are open to varying degrees).
By the way, my wife showed up quite early last evening and was home for some time. First she did some cooking for us; and then she took an extended nap.
She had not gotten home until after 5:00 a.m. that morning, and then had to get up shortly after 10:00 a.m. to quickly ready herself and hustle off on her drive to work at her friend's Thai restaurant ─ my wife's usual start is 11:00 a.m.
She looked worn right out when she left here that morning, and was not at all communicative. However, our marriage is such that this is typical of her.
For her to have come home early last evening meant that she had taken a short day, for she was here well before the restaurant normally closes.
She tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver, so she will not be back home until at least sometime tomorrow.
Sometimes she even goes directly to work from Vancouver on Mondays without even showing up here on Sunday, and will then not make an appearance at home until late Monday evening or even the wee a.m. hours of Tuesday.
In addition to having a gambling problem ─ there is a casino right close by where she works ─ she also cannot turn down an invitation to party, no matter how tired she feels. Her "friends" seem to be everything to her.
Back in Thailand, she never had any friends who were well off.
So now she has become addicted to the distinction and status she feels she has with the various Thai, Laos, and other gals she has come to know here in Canada ─ women who would never have been friends with the poor village tomboy that my wife was back in Thailand when I met her over there in January 2003.
Since finally coming here to Canada to join me in May 2006 (we married in 2005), she gradually Westernized under the sundry partying influences she came to know over here; and went from the cautious, simple young woman I had known and loved in Thailand, to a virtual spendthrift and status-seeker.
But I do not wish to continue this lamentable discussion.
Right now it is 8:00 p.m., and I want to have some supper and be all set to get to bed if my brother shows up even a minute past 9:00 p.m.
I have 9:00 p.m. as his deadline. I do not like sitting up late ─ I prefer getting to bed by 10:00 p.m. at latest so that I can rise early in the a.m.
If he is out drinking until 9:00 p.m., he will most likely be too intoxicated for me to easily tolerate. And even when he is home by 8:00 p.m. ─ or even ahead of 7:00 p.m. ─ the odds are still excellent that he will pass out minutes after he sits down to watch a show with me.
Sometimes on Saturday evenings, however, he will come home with his girlfriend Bev. Only then would I be lenient and present myself if his homecoming is after 9:00 p.m.
On those occasions, we almost always watch a movie.
So I do not yet know what to expect ─ I just want to be all prepared for an early evening if he is not yet here by 9:00 p.m.
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