‘I Holiday Cheer myself up with a (very) little decorating’
I flunked Plank.
“No no no!“ my indefatigable PT instructor Jennifer cried, while Zoom-watching me flounder on the floor demonstrating my form, such as it was. “The Plank is not for everyone,” she added, hoping to soothe my fragile ego as she deleted it from my program.
Toned-by-Jennifer Me, decked out in Tracksmith duds
I may have flunked Plank, but still I’m set to graduate from PT at the end of the month. I should be thrilled that I have made such fantastic progress. I can now rock a pair of Tracksmith tights like nobody’s business. (And my back? Oh, it’s better.) But I have bonded with Jennifer the PT Girl; she’s seen me sweat and “squeeze my bootie.”
The Dude shows off his Holiday Bootie
“I already miss you!” I cried at the end of our session last week.
There’s was only one thing to do: decorate.
