Hate-tober

We're not even a week in, and I can officially claim that this month will be renamed Hate-tober. Remember that OMG Burpee challenge that I thought was a good idea? I still claim that it is a good idea. (I've drank the Kool-Aid, y'all.) You know what I thought would make this month even better? A 30 DAY AB CHALLENGE!

Have I mentioned that I hate myself? You know what scares me more than the burpees? Mountain climbers! But I can handle those only slightly better than sit-ups. The real sit-ups like you used to have to do for a minute during the physical fitness tests of elementary school.

I used to rock the sit-up. Back in the day, that was the only thing that I actually scored a decent ranking on during the physical fitness tests. (They were rigged!) Run a mile? I sometimes had to run it twice to get a "passing" time. Sit and reach? My hamstrings don't move (solid muscle, baby!). The dreaded V-hang? Upper body strength is not my strength. Sit-ups used to be my friend. Sit-ups made me feel like I wasn't such a physical loser. So what happened to make them hate me?

College happened. "But weren't you a college athlete?" Yes, I was. And we did crunches, not sit-ups. We did leg lifts, not sit-ups. We did Russian twists, not sit-ups. Basically, college came and I was exposed to so many other fun ways to work my abdominal muscles that I began to cheat on the sit-up. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I became so distracted by the shiny new fun things. (I'm like a cat.)

But then...after college happened. I read somewhere that sit-ups actually weren't a good abdominal exercise for you. Maybe I heard it on TV. It doesn't matter where I heard it, but I heard it, and then I went all Taylor Swift (pre-Taylor Swift) the sit-ups and let them know that we were never ever getting back together. I gravitated to the crunch, the kissing cousin of the sit-up. But soon I abandoned anything that required me working my abs because I happened to like the carb belt that I was sporting. (Or so I told myself)

Now that we have been reunited, sit-ups are making me wish I had not broken up with them in such a dramatic fashion. They keep reminding me of all of the harsh things I did and said to them during the final years of our relationship, and they are here to make me pay. In fact, the sit-ups have really dubbed this month Hate-tober. But they show me they still love me by giving me every 4th day off. Unlike the burpees. So which one really hates me again?