I spent a week hiking a section of the Pacific Crest Trail in September. It was only seven days, but it’s still with me. There hasn’t been a day I’m not transported back to some moment or some place on the trail. I spend idle moments daydreaming about future adventures. I’m already actively planning next year’s adventures. All I want to do is be back on the trail.

I remain in civilization under protest.

In the hope of regaining some core strength prior to starting training for Millersylvania 50K, I challenged myself to plank five minutes a day every day in December. I cannot hold a plank for five straight minutes, so I’m doing it as long as I can hold good form, and as many times as necessary during the day to get to five minutes.

This is hard, y’all! I’ve also learned it’s not a great idea to try planking after drinking a couple glasses of wine. 😹

This was day two, and I think I could feel a little soreness in my core after just one day. That’s encouraging! Thursday will likely be a tough day as I’ll be going straight from court to driving my mom to Harborview, then heading home. I may be getting home late. Maybe I’ll bust out some planks in the neuroscience waiting room. 😉