We’re well into day 4 of our company planking challenge for charity – today we have to hold the plank position for a whole 30 seconds.
Those who remembered to start the challenge on Saturday as agreed, immediately forgot the rules – start small and build your way up to the full 300 seconds.
But, because this challenge is mastered by those who sit still for hours on end, and who can assume the above pose easily enough – the menfolks have gone all Alpha Papa on me and are treating each day as holding the pose for as long as possible. Out planking one another has become the new office hobby – this is freaking me out, I’m used to the debates on Skyrim vs World of Warcraft, how the makers of CandyCrush are evil and should go straight to a special kind of hell and how you simply can’t survive without a water-cooled hard drive. But now they’re talking voluntarily about a form of exercise. There are people planking in the boardroom, others are side planking after a rendition of happy birthday in our main open plan nerd hub. The earth has indeed spun off of its axis and we’re going to plunge screaming into the heart of the sun. No wonder I need retail therapy. Beam me up Scotty, I actually mean it this time.
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forgive the Nora Batty look though…
Don’t blame it on the sunshine
Don’t blame it on the moonlight
Don’t blame it on the good times
Blame it on the boogie…
Don’t worry, I’m not channeling the Jackson Five, but I have rediscovered flat shoes after several decades in heels. I’m actually blaming this phenomenon on OBB – I’m trying to walk everywhere – it’s free, it’s healthy and in this lovely winter weather, utterly and painfully bracing. I do have some flat boots, albeit a tad on the chunky side for work, as well as a couple of pairs of lovely brogues, but I was missing some neat little ballet pumps.
My office wear usually involves a smart outfit and heels – as I’ve grown up a bit (i.e. turned 40) I’ve discovered wedges and they’re usually my heel of choice, but they are still a challenge to walk two miles in over uneven terrain and cobblestones. I do have a shoe cupboard at work with many abandoned pairs which are either too impractical or too uncomfortable to wear for any significant period of time (note to self, clear out required). And so I’ve been trailing the sales for some bargains.
Ta da 🙂
I’ve worn and loved the navy ones so much, I ordered exactly the same shoe in emerald which will give me a splash of colour for Spring – if it ever arrives that is. Interested shoe fiends can find them here
They are very very flat though – apparently nobody at work realised I was as short as I am.
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work I go…