When life gives you lemons, you work on your six pack.

By lemons, I mean that I got to the pool today only to find it closed for maintenance. No worries: more time for grocery shopping.

(By the way, “Hawaiian” papaya sold in California does not taste nearly as good as the papaya sold in Hawaii. Just saying.)

By three in the afternoon, though, I was itching to burn that papaya off (also, the sweet potato fries I ate for lunch).

So I did this bad boy:

A coworker showed it to me last week, and we’ve actually done it in the office a few times. Oh yah, that’s how we roll. Or crunch.

That workout supposedly gives you a six pack in seven days. That is, you’re supposed to do it every day for seven days. I guarantee that even if I did, my six pack would still be nowhere to be found.

But it hurts like a bitch and only takes 10 minutes. What’s not to love?

I even did the bridge parts this time. (In the office we skip them or substitute with plank. I think it’s really hard for guys to do bridge. Not sure why?) At home, I had company:

Give it a try and let me know how you like it!

 
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