how YOU can get abs in just 7 days! NO SCAM!! (:

   You know what I just LOVE about muscle fitness?

   Absolutely nothing.

   First year of track, I suffered through it. First year of cross country...REALLY suffered through it.

   Second year of track, I managed to avoid it almost entirely what with practicing field events and relays. Through the summer, I mostly stuck to running and pretended all that other hard..stuff didn't exist. And this previous xc season, it didn't get much better. I had a lot of fun with my sit-up partner--the amazing Hannah Lindner--and not quite as much improvement with my muscle fitness prowess.

   And now, third off-season track training, and I STILL can't do a solitary push-up. :O

   Fortunately, I have an amazing best friend like Christina, who is sweet as sugar in general, but tough as nails when it comes to coaching me. She offered me a challenge: 7 days of ab-work. Just seven. She didn't expect me to do any more, didn't allow me to do any less.

Christina, my slave-driving bestie. Everyone, slave-driving bestie. Slave-driving bestie, everyone.

   At first I thought it was all a deceptive ploy to get me all gung-ho about squats and sit-ups. Actually, she just wanted to let me prove to myself that I was actually capable of a lot more than I originally assumed.

   So the deal was: thirty bicycle ab thingies, twenty crunches, twenty windshield wipers, and five minutes of running nonstop up and down stairs/bleachers. Three sets. PER DAY. If I succeeded, she said I could treat myself to icecream the following Sunday. (What I didn't tell her was that I was going to have that icecream, finisher or not!)

   Day 1. Ouch? Day 2. Uhmm...yeah...I'm kind of in pain here. Day 3. This...really...AUGHH!..hurts. Day 4. I can't feel anything in my *SHARP PAIN* abdominal area! Day 5. ..*GASPS FOR BREATH* Day 6. "If I die youngg..bury me in satin! Lay me downnn in a bed of roses!"

   Day 7. Kindly co-worker: "I see you're doubled over in agony again, Andrea! Is something wrong?"
   Me: "Ohhh..this? Hahaha. Nothing I can't..hahaha...handle...hahaha...it's just..PAIN!..haha..why am I laughing? There's nothing *GASPS FOR BREATH* remotely funny about this..haha."

   Well, glory be! I survived! Anddd...I ate a lot of icecream. I felt I deserved it. I also haven't done a sit-up since..

   P.S. Note to anyone who cares...doing crunches on a tiled floor HURTS. (: